Ahuh Ahuh (Yea Rihanna)
Ahuh Ahuh (Good girl gone bad)
Ahuh Ahuh (Take three... Action)
She wakes up with a start! Looks around completely at odds with the world. Looks left, then right, then shakes her head. As cobwebs of dreams melt into dusts of a sprinkling dawn, realization sinks in. It is her ringtone! Her mobile has to be somewhere around. She pats the sides of her fluffed up pillow as the song continues to beat into the streaming golden rays pouring in effortlessly through the windowless curtains. She picks the pillow up and sure enough, there is her mobile phone, blinking black and blue as it threatens to die out on the glaring melody.
She quickly grabs it and hits the tiny green button. “Hello?” she croaks into the phone, as she plops her head back onto the pillow.
“You are still in bed?” Her mother gasps. When is she going to learn that no soul other than her mother is going to be calling her at six in the morning?
“Was ma… was…” she says throwing the covers away and shaking herself up. As her feet hit the cold floor, her mothers words slap her awake.
“I am coming to visit you the day after.” Her mom announces.
The day after is Saturday. Saturdays are meant for lazy parties and weekends without parental guidance.
“Why?” she blurts out before she can stop herself.
“What do you mean by why?” Her mother asks faking offence. Without quite waiting for her to answer her mom plunges into excruciating details about the whys and hows of this proposed trip. Most of which escapes her as she hears beeps announcing another call waiting to be answered. She holds the phone away from her ear and peers at the screen. Its her boyfriend! Whats he doing calling her at six fifteen in the morning?
“Ma I got to call you back..”
“Why?? Do you need to go to the loo or something?” Her mother will never treat her a year older than eight. Which she was almost two decades ago. Nevertheless her mother hangs up and she hurries to call her boyfriend up.
“Hey sweetheart, sorry that was ma on the other line…”
“Yeah! And I thought you were busy with your other guy!” He laughs. She detects a hint of insecurity behind this mask. But says nothing.
“So, what happened?”
“What do you mean ‘ what happened?’ cant I call you without something happening? Like for no reason at all?” He quips mildly irritated. She groans inwardly and wants to scream that it was six twenty in the morning and her senses were not up to handling the onslaught. But she just gives an embarrassed laugh.
Her boyfriend attempts to say something, when the phone beeps to announce another call on waiting. She sighs and takes another peep. It had to be her father. The dilemma of a lifetime - to take the call or to not take the call right now. She does not think the male species ever grasped how difficult it is for a woman to prioritize between her boyfriend and father.
Before she can make her decision, her father has hung up on her and her boyfriend is complaining, “You haven’t heard a word of what I said, have you?”
“Umm… yeah.. actually.. its just.. that.. I.. err.. need to go to the loo!!” Mom to the rescue! She does not quite know why she lied. Her boyfriend laughs and makes some wayward comment of how adorably girly it is of her to get embarrassed about such everyday stuff. But thankfully he hangs up.
A quick dial to her father.
“Who calls you at six thirty in the morning?” he bellows, though quite not intending to.
“You?” she replies hesitantly.
“Other than you. I know it was not your mother.” He clarifies.
Should she tell him the truth? This was all so very confusing. She is about to say something when she actually feels the need to go the loo. She smiles at not having to lie.
“Dad, can I call you back? I need to go to the loo..”
“Don’t you use that excuse with me. You have been giving me that line since you were eight…”