Since I turned 16, I despise any celebratory festivals that require everyone in my big family to gather. Its so annoying that my good-boy mask is wearing off every time these festivals strike. Like this Raya, I was very comfortable to lock myself in my dingy room, to do whatever I please. And please expect the least of me to visit my I-don't-know-when-will-they-die grandparents. For me, they've lived this life too long, and it's unbearable.
There's one thing more troublesome than math, that is my big family. And this- I specifically refer to my father's side. Whenever there's celebration, we will sit around the coffee-table and chat, happily and excitedly, like nothing was ever wrong in our family.
But my 6th sense always work at the best there. I can smell their pretense just right there. The cordial chats are all phoney, it's all a group of well-directed drama that is played by experienced actors and actress. Even me. Those chatters and giggle and bursts of laughters are completely a set-up. And it annoys me.
Its annoying because what happened in the past is contrary to the present. My granny hates my mom. That's a fact. She is a lying bitch who tricked my mom to marry my dad. All that she wanted from my mom was a group of grandchildren enough to form a soccer team. Maybe her stunted, unlearned mind thought that my mom was a baby factory. And she loathed everything else about my mom.
Right after my parents were legal, as husband and wife, my mom discovered the truth. Yes someone spilled the beans. And she couldn't believe my dad anymore and expected a divorce. My granny was furious and she prepared some cursed food for my mom to make them reconcile. And it was actually very dirty, like shit dirty.
But the moment my family had me and my siblings, my granny didn't even give a fuck to care about us. About our fucked life. Little did she knew how we hated, and still hate her. And even if she kneels before me to beg, I would never give her an easy pass. She needs to experience the torture as well, right? One bad deed deserves another.
That was my grandma. A witch and a retard who messed with our family. And there's another story why I hate being at the hometown. My aunt is my granny's most excellent disciple, to inherit all her skills and cruelty and rudeness, and slut-ness. Once, my mom was critically hit by a shaman's spell in my house. So she couldn't stay there, otherwise the spirit will damage her internal system. So she decided to stay at my granny's, which is nearest, despite the fact that she couldn't bear the family.
I wasn't there because I stayed in hostel. But according to my sister, my mom fought with my aunt because my mom hindered us from playing with our cousins and neglected studies. So, she asked my sisters to stay inside, and outside was scorching hot. The mother of the cousins (refer : my aunt) was boilng knowing this and the war begun. My dad was there and he was on his sister's side. OMG!! If only I was there!! Finally that bitch blabbed that my mom didn't belong there and she chased her out! Despite her condition?! What a BITCH!! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE NOR FORGET THAT!
And my dad, he stood there like a dickless puppet. The cliche of family dramas
It is my pleasure to know if they all are dead! I can't wait the funeral. Because I want to sing the happiest and chirpiest song while everyone was sobbing. I want to dance while cooking when everyone lose their appetite. If I am sadistic, Then what are they? Humanitarian?
May God have Mercy on them in hell.
