Oh Mama

I always wonder how my mama manage to do it all. Cook, clean and to always look chic without even a hint of a cut-throat madness. I've often asked her what she wants to do in life, and everytime I asked her that, she gave me that weird look when we see someone refuses to finish a perfectly delicious meal for reasons only they know.

Mama is one pretty lady, who always pushes my dad to do more because she believes that he was born to be a sudcesfull man, and his no-bullshit attitude that my mother admits to be the reasons why she fell for him.

My aunt, my mama's youngest sister told me once that my mother could have chosen a rich Batak bachelor who own thousands of hectares of palm oil harvestry, yet for some romantic reason she chose the chinese guy next door, my father, and that is how their adventure, and adversity begins.

From opposing family, religion, society expectations and norm, everything was against them as if they were set for failures. But I am here now, telling you stories about them ,so everything must turn out great right?

Wrong, well for the most part it turned out quite alright. But not without a fight of course. Every damn day as long as I could remember, my parents never stopped seeking the approvals of their family, mostly my papa's family. They never admitted to that but I could see how anxious my mama every time ama and akong tries her cooking. And no compliments are so much better than a compliments that will be followed by never ending request of my mama to cook more for the rest of the family.

For my papa, well, he likes to show what projects he's handling, and his greatest creations if I do say so myself, our house that is filled with elements of the earth, water, fire, metal painted on the wall, on the ceiling, complete with paintings of fishes on every room.

You see, I believe my parents are the lucky ones because they get to choose their life partner, the ones they love and that is more than what my relatives can say about their marriage.

Here's the twisted fact though, if it's up to my parents, I would've been married to some guy from a rich family who never defies their parents wishes, unlike me who rebel against my parents in order to cling on as much of myself as I possibly could. If I were to follow every single demands of my parents, I would lose 20kgs, wear clean white dresses that will make my inner beauty shines throughand blurr all of the opinions I expressed towards basically everything.

Over the years, I have tried my best to avoid any sort of confrontation, making it a mission to live by my favorite proverb.

'Silence is Golden'