After attending evening mass with the surprise of Brat joining us (from his last minute call to Maw), we decided to visit the new addition to his future in-laws at O’Connors Hospital. We had learned last minute from Brat about a new eight pound baby boy, the second child of Branding and Cream.
We met Branding in the hallways after getting lost in the hospital through the ‘Outpatient Registration’ area in error, thanks to Brat. The newborn was asleep when Maw, Paw, Brat and I walked into her room. Twit was already there and the sad part is that she went without her finance and alone (again), which (to my bio-units and I) is a ‘no-no’ for new couples.
There has been about thirty minutes of conversation with Paw and the three gals, with me getting along with other two guys. Branding is so youthful looking and from what I’ve heard seems irresponsible as a husband, leaving Cream to do much of ‘thinking’ in their affairs. I glanced upward after making baby faces at the sleeping infant and noticed Twit not being too happy. I pick up on these split second data.
I suspect this is due her to not being married to Brat and not having children of her own and obviously for good reasons: They are not compatible as expressed by the guy’s bio-units tonight after dinner (of crunchy, stir-fried vegetables, orange chicken, roast pork and chicken adobo) around 08:00PM. All he could do is not only digest the foodstuff but take the truth at face value.
The girl simply does not care about us, period. As an outsider to other people’s affairs, I pick up on her actions towards us. No matter how hard us ‘Americanized’ Filipinos try to put up with her lack of social grace and to understand her limited ability to learn new things, like how to use the dial padlock or how to unlock the shears for pruning, her fiance is already sick of her $h!t — by him yelling at her for being stupid.
I had mentioned to the guy that his destiny is due to ‘ancestral karma’, whereby Brat, in this case, would be the thinking person in the relationship (like Maw is to Paw). I got his concept from one of the Dungeon and Dragons books. He will need to be honest with the Twit for once because this will be a permanent once they get married, which doesn’t mean she will turn around 180 degrees and be nice to us!
The point is a new baby is not simply toy. And Twit should get busy instead of standing there in clean room, waiting to ‘adopt’ this new one as her own. The couple needed space for that first day and Twit, for whatever reason, should be with her fiance and at home.
The embarrassing part to this scene is her not taking a hint that Cream was already getting tired of her stay and refused to leave when Maw asked if she had taken dinner, which she (out of her habit) claims she has done so earlier. This was around 07:15PM when I noticed Cream slouching from sitting upright on her bed for quite awhile in an effort to entertain us.
Furthermore, although my twosome split their money halfway through the relationship, I feel Twit should save as much of her money in preparation for her wedding (as if) and any future babies instead of spending her hard earned work on the lives of her siblings, who are already working professionals. I do not understand this closeness in spite of our observations about how the couple seems to spend less ‘quality’ time together.
So, I wish Happy Birthday to the little Pig, which happens to be the Chinese astrological sign of Brat, too. This makes the newborn a Capricorn — a sea goat (sound: maa-aaa-aaa-aaa). I’m sure both are helpful, like Brat who provided tech support on my ailing computer upstairs of which a big hug was given by his elder sister — moi.
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