MEET THE PARENTS 1

Part 1

Guess what? It’s not Ahmad’s fans club that are the only flock of creatures on this planet who hates me. My parents-in-law despisED
me as well. Ain’t that swell? But mind you guys, I am emphasizing
the ED here ‘coz I have this li’l bit of a feeling that they’re starting
to like me na (feeling lang ha?he he).

I have been considered as Ahmad’s girlfriend (Yoko Ono) for about two years without even officially meeting his parents. Not that I would love that idea though. Na-ah! Firstly, they are Moslems (I’ve been watching too much CNN I guess…). Second and lastly, they’re his parents. Just the mere thought of greeting them spooked me. Never in our 2-year relationship did I demand such dreadful scenario - him introducing me to his folks. Because as expected by everybody, I knew they would never like me (note: they never liked any of their children’s boos). No parents would like me. Except for my parents (I guess?). In the first place, I am not girlfriend material. I am more of a fling material (physically speaking) with the infamous rotten image and a bad ass aura (gosh, am I cute or what?!). Maybe I should blame it on my sultry, cheap porn star, delinquent façade that make me look as if I’m about to steal somebody else’s son anytime I feel like it! Oh, well…I…Uh, gee…I guess I did, huh? Heehee.

Okay, zip it! Why not proceed to the exact meet-the-parents festival? Let us skip the Ahmad’s-parents-had-gone-berserk-that-his-mom-actually-fell-off-the-stairs-upon-knowing-I-have-their-son-all-hooked-up-on-me-because-I-was-pregnant episode. Believe me, I felt sorry when I heard the news about her tumbling down their 11 flights of solid-rock stairs.

It was a nerve-wrecking moment. The day Ahmad finally decided to have me as his “pasalubong” to his dad (his mom works abroad so his dad got to bear with me first). It was not like my first encounter with him though. I have seen him around Ateneo a couple of times before whenever he paid a visit to our department office to check on Ahmad’s class standing and grades (see, terror talaga!). But it’s not that he’ll recognize me because as far as I can remember, I tend to scanter away every time I realized that the well-built, Bin Laden-looking Arabian walking at the same hall I was threading on was my boyfriend’s dad *cringe*. Anyway, going back to that bloodcurdling picture …I was quite alarmed (in a good way I must admit) when I learned that his dad exerted this Herculean effort to the extent of borrowing a car just to give us a red carpet treatment for our arrival in Iriga. He wanted to fetch us with the borrowed car in the terminal. It was surprising for me considering the fact that they did not even bother to attend our wedding (their son’s wedding for God’s sake!) and Dylan’s christening. I was somehow wondering if the red carpet treatment was necessary or if it was superfluous.

But the moment I stepped down the bus and saw Dadi Abu’s sincere, heart warming smile (I was used to his kunot-noo face in Ateneo akin to a marching terrorist), I immediately got rid of my hang-ups and hesitations and then…”mano po..err..daddy(?).” There. As simple as that. He then snatched Dylan away from Ahmad’s arms like an excited, freaking lion and cuddled her granddaughter as if they’ve
had a bonding already. He was beaming with pride and joy (I’m a psychologist, I’m supposed to see it in his eyes…) as he told us that Dylan looked exactly like Ahmad as a baby (I didn’t know if he was too happy that Dylan did not take after my cuteness…hmmm…).

The whole Christmas break that we spent with the Tanji family (no Lola and mother-in-law at that time) turned out to be the opposite of what I was expecting. It was not a disaster after all…

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