Me: Call me Almighty Dayu.
Qing: Jesus, no.
Me: No. Almighty Dayu. Don't call me Jesus.
Qing: (glaring at me) No. And leave me alone.
Me: (grinning from ear to ear) No.
Qing: (eyebrow rising) You won't leave me alone? Fine. I will put the white clothes with the colored clothes inside the washer and you won't be able to do anything about it because you'll have to go through me and it'll go down to us wrestling here in the laundry room where you will lose and also acquire bruises that others, maybe even some members of my family, will notice and will assume I am roughing you up that'll offend my mother and if that sounds familiar, its because its the nightmare we are living in right now.
(Wow! Baba sure can paint a scenario as well! Good job Baba...)
Yup, he deserves all the applause for that one. I am sure influencing him just fine. See my rambling trait get rubbed on your Baba. He got it from me.
Me: (since I am not about to lose on this one) If you botch this laundry duty you have, and ruin our clothes, I will not talk to you for two weeks. Where will that leave you...?
Qing: Finally, with some peace and quiet?
(LOL Baba...)
Me: Oh sure, oh yes...that's a sassy one, I'll give you a point for that. But no...the correct answer is, that'll leave you with no one to talk to...
Qing: I still have my friends...
Me: ...aside from your friends who gives you, and lets face it, stress as well. Like I said, you will have no one decent to talk to. You and Baba are not talking to each other. You won't talk to Mama. JiJi is also not talking to your parents. You don't want to bother your sister...where did that leave everyone? Me. I am all you all have. I still talk to Baba. I still talk to Mama. JiJi gets her updates from me. I am here for you. So what should you call me?
Qing: A poor unfortunate soul? To be trapped smacked in the middle of our chaotic family...
Okay, he has another point.
Me: (nodding) Well...yes, that's my current address right now. Smacked in the middle of your chaotic family street, Beijing. But no...you should call me, Almighty Dayu. The person still in touch with everyone for several reasons. One, because I am reasonable. And two, because I am nice.
Qing stared at me. He hold my gaze before he deliberately threw in his blue colored shirt with the whites in the washer. Then he smirked at me.
Me: (shocked beyond belief) You! You! You monster! You crazy bastard! How dare you?! You!
He asked for death and I gave it to him!
(Omona! You killed Baba?)
Well, no. I didn't and I couldn't. But I did manage to get pass him to fish out the his blue shirt and save our white clothes. Your Baba is crazy. I smacked a short in his head a couple of times...yes, I domestically abused him but the effect was not worth mentioning because Qing just laughed while I was doing that.
Anyways, I threw him out of our laundry room. He thinks he escaped laundry duty but what he really escaped is certain death. My OCD will kill him if our whites got ruined.
After I secured that batch of laundry, I went out to look for Qing. I saw him making iced coffee in the kitchen. The weather is a bit warm today.
Me: (hip leaning on the kitchen counter) (staring at Qing) The thing is...my birthday is approaching...
Qing: (disgusted tone and look) No! You did not just...Feng Jian Yu!
Me: (putting my hands up) Okay. Okay. I did that. I am deliberately using my birthday to persuade you to do something against your will but like I said...my birthday is approaching...
Qing: I'll buy you more diamonds as your birthday gift. You said you want a motorcycle like mine, I'll get you one. You want to buy one right now.
Me: Can I crash it?
Qing: (icy tone) You are not even being remotely funny.
Me: (wincing) Right. Sorry about that. But listen, forget about diamonds and big boy bikes, just have dinner with me...
Qing: Just you?
Me: Well...
Qing: (taking his coffee) No.
Me: (following him to our living room) Look here Wang Qing, you cannot be like this forever. You eventually have to talk to them. I already told our parents, per your instruction, that we are proceeding on the wedding preparation. What will you do, have a wedding without your parents there?
Qing: (nonchalant) Sure, why not?
Me: (teeth grinding in annoyance) I would not dignified that with an answer. Can't you give it another try? Please. For me and Mama. Talk to Baba again.
Qing: I am not ready yet, Dayu ah.
Well, that shut me up. I sighed and sat next to him on the couch. Then I turned slightly to look at him.
Me: When do you think you'll be ready...
Qing: (outrage) Oh for fuck's sake! Give it a rest already!
Me: (pouting) I just hate hearing the disappointed tone in Mama's voice everytime we are talking. I have to give her something the next time we talk.
Qing: Tell her to not be surprised if she is experiencing disappointments. She married a disappointing man and together, they produced a disappointing son. There'll bound to be disappointments in her life.
Me: (hopeful tone) So...next month?
Qing: Fuck! You are hellishly stubborn.
Me: I have to be resilient or else I'll go crazy dealing with you and your family.
Qing: I said stubborn, not resilient.
Me: (nodding) Exactly. I heard you right. You said I am hellishly resilient.
A kind of surrender formed on Qing's face and he laughed. I smiled while watching him laugh. I made your Baba laugh. Good job me!
(Good job, Dayu! Two thumbs up for you!)
I told you all, I have magic when in comes to dealing with Qing.
(You haven't told us that before)
I haven't? Oh well...let it be on the record, I have magic in me when it comes to dealing with Qing. I can make this man happy, laugh, cry, worry, sad, scared...all shades of emotions. I can make this man feel alive when he is with me.
It's a magic I have that is reserved for Qing. It won't work on other people.
Me: (when Qing finally stopped laughing) Lets have dinner with your parents on my birthday.
Qing: (sighing) No. Give it a rest already, Dayu ah. Shut it up. Okay?
Me: How? I don't know how to shut up about it. I see you and all I want is convince you to give it another go. Talk to Baba again. Try it again.
Qing: (frowning) That's all you want to do when you see me?
I nodded.
Qing: Well, that won't do. We have to think of something else for you to do. To keep your mouth busy other than pestering me about this.
Me: (perking up) Eating will keep my mouth busy. Lets eat something tasty!
Qing: Later. How long will washer run?
Me: (frowning) Half an hour. I think. Why?
Qing: That's long enough.
After saying that, Qing pulled me into his body and shut my mouth by kissing me. He kept me shut up for quite a while. I mean I am talented but talking while my mouth is otherwise engaged on doing something on something is not part of my talent.
Talking is hard for me when I am sucking Qing's dick. There, I said it.
Anyways, Qing has closed that argument. He won't talk or meet with his parents until August ends. Most especially, he won't meet them on my birthday.
Qing: (while we are cuddling) If you want to eat with my parents on your birthday, you have to do it on an earlier date. I won't have your birthday filled with drama about me and my family. That is your day and I only want you to be happy.
Me: Okay.
Qing: Are you sure you don't want any gifts this year?
Me: (scrunching my nose) What's your budget for me, Sugar Daddy?
Qing: (groaning) Fuck! I'm sorry. I am not using my money to appease you...I just...
Me: I know. It's okay. I'm truly fine without a gift this year. What I want to do is travel with you anyways but so many factors won't let us. We are both busy on my birthday week too.
Qing: We can schedule to travel next month.
Me: Okay.
Qing hugged me.
Qing: I love you. And every time you try to mend things for me and my family, I love you more. Thank you, my Love.
Me: I love you too.
So...my birthday is approaching. Like I said, I'll have a busy schedule. I'm releasing a new song because some people told me I can sing. And by some people, I mean you...my fans. You told me I can sing and that inflated my head so I keep making music. Listen to it if you can.
Anyhow...I'll be twenty eight soon...what do twenty eight years old people do anyways?