My mother really has a way with provoking heart attack in me. We have the normal mother-daughter relationship, and as I grow older, I realise she's the best friend I always wished wistfully I had. We tell each other everything through texts. She only calls on birthdays or raya. It really is fine with me, although sometimes I do feel envious watching my housemate getting phone calls from their parents every other week or so. So imagine when yesterday evening, I got this text from my mom:

Assalamu'alaikum. Kakak kat mana? Mak nak call skrg.

My heart promptly started racing. And I replied,

Wsalam. Sila2. Kat umah laa ni.

3 minutes later, the phone rang.

Mak   : Assalamualaikum! (imagine chirpy KFC-Hour host imitation)
Me   : Waalaikumsalam. Apa cerita mak?
Mak   : Takdak apa. Amboi, gossip ja naa.
Me   : Awat, orang kat kampung semua ok ka? (because she just a paid a visit to Perlis last weekend)
Mak   : Okay. Semua sihat, alhamdulillah.
Me   : Abeh tu awat yg mak tetiba nak call? Selalunya raya ja call.
Mak   : (laughing) Laa, saja mak teringat dgn anak mak.
Me   : Huhu... Buat cuak ja. Ingat kan apa tadi...

Bleh dak tanya mak sendiri apsal dia call? Hahhahha. If it's not for me, the most ungrateful child around. But yeah, you can't exactly blame me, right?