Stumbled In Love [Complete]

5.

"Hello?"

"Kong!"

"Mom?"

"How does it always take you ages to answer the call?"

"How do you always know my busiest moment of the day to call?"

"Busy? You should be done with classes by now."

"I am in the middle of work, mom."

"Your part time job? See, you wouldn't be busy wasting your time on that if you would just..."

"Mom! Can we get to the point please? I just said I was busy."

"Yes, yes, you are always busy nowadays. Anyway, I was just calling to make sure you remembered about tonight."

"Ofcourse, I do, mom."

"And you bought gifts?"

"Even before you did, I'm sure."

"And don't be late."

"Yes, mom."

"And don't fight with your dad."

"Yes, mom."

"And stay back home for tonight."

"Ye...ahhh, that was sneaky. No way that is happening. Anyway, I got to run. See you tonight. Love you. Bye."

You know what sucks more than being the only brother to four younger siblings? Being the oldest to two sets of twin sisters. I still clearly remember the night before my third birthday when I stayed up late and prayed extra hard to all possible Gods in the skies to grant me my wish of a cute fluffy puppy. What I got instead was my parents grinning from ear to ear as they informed me that my blissful life as an only child was forever coming to an end.

Now don't get me wrong, it's not like I didn't love my sisters to death. I do. But I also didn't ask to be a full time babysitter when only five years later they decided to pop out two more. Seriously what specialized genes were my folks born with that other than me they refused to have kids if not in multiples.

So you can't really blame me when once again on the night of my birthday, exactly eighteen years after my puppy dreams were crushed to smithereens my parents had the same scary smile on their face once more, my very first reaction was to walk straight to my room, pack all my belongings and move into my college dorm. Now I might have left my very pregnant mom in tears with my dad screaming on top of his lungs at how dare I have the audacity of leaving when they needed me the most. But by Gods was it the most redundant sentence ever.

When have they ever not needed me?

Infact the stench of the mountain worth of dirty diapers I have changed throughout my life is so firmly lodged within my nostrils that I doubt I will ever be able to enjoy normal smells anymore. But if my parents decided 5 kids were just not enough to satisfy their need to populate this world then they were welcome to do it without my help. And I told them exactly that in so many words. Which naturally launched world war 3 between me and my father. And let's not even talk about the battle about my choice of major.

Long story short, instead of enjoying my vast inheritance I was reduced to cursing some ass that found innovative ways of making my life hell through a seemingly innocuous grocery list.

Still looking for that elusively annoying soap he demands he must have my phone beeped once more.

"Kong!"

"Ouch! Aim, do you need to be so loud all the time?"

"You are late!"

"Late? For what?"