And the Emmy goes to...

...well, to my dad. He’s a pretty good actor.
It goes like this. Late this evening mom came to me with a handphone,
"look at this, look at this," she gave my the thing. It has a message. "x:) Call me :)"
I immediately realised that this was dad’s handphone. I immediately snatched it from mom’s hand, while she desperately tries to get it back from me, and at the same time nags dad. She finally grabbed the handphone, shoved it back to dad. By the time she did that, I’ve already got hold of both the message and the sender’s number, and forwarded ti to my phone.
Guess what? It’s Xab's number.
I kept quiet while mom attacked him with all sorts of verbal abuse. I don’t remeber much, as I rather watch The Fairly Odd Parents than looking at my Fairly Angry Parents (really, I WAS watching Fairly Odd Parents at that time!) I know very well about Xab and Dad, and it’s barely a forthnight before that I stopped my last surveilance, remamber? And no old flame could dim in just a few days.
I then litsened to my Dad. How far could he go?
"I don’t know who called me,"
"Just a girl from the conference"
"Some person from the Lab,"
and he kept changing his lame lies until I lost track of them. Then it started to get form amusing to just annoying.
"Dad, " I came up to him. "How far can you go? I know all. You KNOW I know." I came up to him, right face to face. Well, only five metres from him or he’ll kill me.
"and if I go and tell all to mom, you can’t run" (or so I said. I’m n ot sure if I said the ‘run’ part).
"Hah!" mom called out. "Now, will you tell the truth?"
"Come on, get over it, it’s not true,"
"That Friday. She miscalled you at 10.17am. You called her back at 10.19am," I said. "and the date is 6th of August. This is all too accurate, dad, it’s not even from me. This s from my sister’s."
"Do you remember that?" mom asked him.
"I don’t," he replied. He kept balancing his dumbell in one arm. Like always, men only talk if they are preoccupied with bored-out sport activities.
"I do remember, dad" I said. "I wrote down as soon as my sis told me."
Well, you can’t win over that.
"I know all dad, I know more than this," I said. "There are more to this than what we see. This has already happened a long time, too. I have all the proof. Especially when you went to China" My word reminds me of talking to the fiance, going through his handphone (and ultimately stealing it), knowing that Xab came to his office, yadda, yadda...
"Like what? What happened?" mom asked.
I kept quiet. I promised dad that I won’t create another tidal wave in our family.
"Nothing," I said.
For the rest of the time, dad kept telling all his lies again. I never cared at all. Sometimes I hear mom rebutting his facts, and he would shrug it off by refusing to talk at all. Then, mom told me to prepare the dinner table perfectly or ‘someone will start to complain’.
I came for dinner, but I’d rather not sit together as a family. So dad ate his dinner alone, and I ate them upstairs. Come to think of it, today was my favourite, the ‘oxtail soup’, but it tasted really bland. Really, really bland.
Then (I think it’s before I ate dinner) mom called Xab—using dad’s phone. The girl, of course, picked it up with her sultriest voice ever, and was cut short by mom. Mom, who had NO idea that it was her arch-nemesis Xab, kept asking who she was and why there were so many call summaries about her ( I think). So, she just hung up. THEN only mom said to me: I think it was her.
"They were getting back together. And all of those stories about the fiance...probably a hoax, eh? How long we were fooled?" she monologued. I hate it when she does that. I just said ‘I don’t know’ while my mind said ‘I knew it all along’.
I remeber what mom said yesterday.
"Our main mission now is to bankrupt dad."
"Why?"
"So he wont have extra money to lavish on someone else." My sis agreed with this once, and she told me it was her mission too. I’m not hurt enough to do that. But now, I’m regretful that I gave him 1300 bucks from my account when he pleaded me for it, to pay his ‘credit bills’ After he did that, he lavished me with lots of clothes (which I really like) and for that second, I thought that dad was coming back to his senses.
"He is sinned to go and fool around behind my back," mom said again at that particular Tuesday.
"...but for him, he could get married with two at the same time."
"So for him ,it’s not really a crime?" I asked mom back.
"No," she said.
At that time, that tiny, tiny nano second, I thought; can we win?
Is there justice?
Are we wrong to be angry at someone who can love anyone else, by his choice?
Have we the right to stop him?
Since it’s love?


Well, new news. Mom called the Girl. And right now mom’s talking. Dad at first, don’t care, he was watching his favourite scientist show on NatGeo. Then he kept saying ‘stop it, mom!’ a zillion times until he came up to mom. Obviously he didn’t manage to stop mom. Ahahaha! But mom, I respect her. She didn’t scream, shout, and she only broke down three times, one minute each times, wow! But even she broke down, only when she told her how her daugther (my sis) cried all these times, flunked her test, and how she went almost crazy. After 30 minutes, Xab tried to talk to dad but dad (or mom) refused. Xab finally said:

"Your husband is FAT, BLAD and OLD! only a maniac like you would like him!"
"He said his wife is a stick insect with a queen-control attitude"

Hey, first thing, Xab you bitch, I said that dad was old, bald and fat FIRST (it says so on my blog). Two, my mom is not a stick insect. At least she's not with that extra piece of cellulite like you have. Three, now it's apparent that you only love your fiance, and you needed dad just to use it to pass your exams.

Now mom has ended her story, and she said that dad was the one who did all this. And there’s a talk about the fiance....hey! he mustv’e been pissed off with my message I sent just now!
What message? Well, it goes like this:
Sent to Kazaa (fiance): Hey, what the hell is up with your snob the fiance (Xab)...she’s engaged and now she’s all flirty with my man...I thought if your engaged she’d leave you, now what? Twelve a.m. and still calling. Then go all flirty and sexy with him. Keep hold of your fiance dude!"

Kazaa replied:Iv'e already talked to her for hours now. If you don't believe me then come here to XXXXXX (he now lives where I was once a college student). My Girlfriend has already sworn by God and the Holy Book that she'll never meet Dr. (my dad) again. We are not really that engaged, just barely meeting up with her mom. If you don't believe me, madam, I'll give you all the picture of us. Xab says Dr. has always been the one who tackled her! And I have lost all my respect to Dr.

I replied: I don't care about your respect. I don't respect him anymore too. Hahah! Anyway, if you are really her fiance, that's good; besides, I 've erased the voicemail message from your fiance to Dr., the one saying "I love you". the rest of the text messages is for my keeps. And from my point of view (Dr tackilng YOUR fiance) didn't happen, well at least according to my evidences. Hey, since when am I your madam? I'm not that old!

He replied: Sorry, I thought you are your mom. (oh my god, my cover is blown!) anyway, it's good you erased those messages. If you have any of those text messages left, forward them to me. Goodnight, little girl. (what the hell? He mustve thought I'm the one daughter mom referred to as 'crying day and night of her dad'!)

I replied: Well, it's apparent that we both are fooled. Your girlfriend swore by the holy book, and so does Dr. And now they both are blaming each other as soon as they affair is out. I guess it's true, your girlfriend only wants Dr. because he wanted him to help her pass the exams since seh was failed by the previous Prof. ( I got proof on that).

He never replied. Or he did, and I don't know since I used my sister's new SIMcard as a cover and she's taking it back from me.

Dad doesn't seen the least bit of guilty. He's watching comedy as usual. But when he sees me writing this in the laptop, as soon as I'm done he starts deleting files.

But you got the wrong laptop, dad. I used mom's.