Sometimes Pappy likes to talk to me about life.
The last long and good heart-to-heart conversation I had with him was at the Bali International Airport, when our flight was delayed for about 3 hours. Mummy and her friends were already inside waiting at the departure hall but Pappy decided to stay outside since there’s a lot more time to kill. I then chose to accompany Pappy and that is how we started talking…for a very long time. About work, career, relationships.
Once in a while he would ask me if I’m happy. And if I’m not, he could actually sense it through my voice, even though somtimes I deny it so that it doesn’t worry him. But of course, he would insist that I tell him why I’m not happy and what’s bothering me.
Last night, he asked a question which put me into shock.
“ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED?”
“What about the guy?”
“Pa, we’ve broken up for a year already.”
“So…no more lah?”
And Mummy called a few days ago, she was talking to me about something and then she said to me, “Age is catching up!” She wasn’t referring to herself but she was referring to me.
I certainly do not need that kind of pressure, into getting married just for the sake of getting married.
“Grace, what is your plan? Are you going to study or what are you going to do about your job?”
Seriously, I’ve got no plan at the moment and I don’t have any plans laid out for the next 2-3 years.
I take each day as it comes.
I don’t know if it’s good or bad but I can say I’m happy, although sometimes I do get a bit you-know about him, but it’s still under control.