You know, I'm really not so sure, but there should be a rule as to how you behave in church, right? I mean, you don't have to be angelic but the least I think anyone could do is to sit still, and be quiet. Even if they're secretly having carnal fantasies about the hot chick in the 3rd row of the pews on the opposite sides.
Well, now that I think about it, I certainly hope there is no such rule. Because if there were, my family certainly doesn't cut it. -.-
Let's rewind, to two Sundays ago. Well, at least I think it was two Sundays ago. Or it could be last Sunday. I forget, but who gives a shit?
So, the priest (sorry to say this, but he's not my favourite one) was preaching about the gospel and I was thinking about Rakion. Then I thought to myself that I probably wasn't going to try Rakion again till a long time later so I decided not to think. Yes, guys (at least me) hate to think. But a quick survey of my surroundings, revealed that I was in a purely hot babe -less zone.
So I turned to my mom and looked at the diamond ring on her finger.
Now at this point I must say my family certainly is NOT rich. Its not some kind of 10 carat solitaire ring. Its just a small ring with three pieces of diamond on it, what my mother calls a trio. And they aren't very big either.
So anyway, out of boredom I just started fingering her ring. "Whoahhh...." I said. My mother looked and made a face. My brother turned. "Whoahhh..." he followed. "Shh." my mother said.
"What, what? " my da sao, sitting beside my brother who was sitting beside me who was sitting beside my mother said. At this point their conversation was taken into hushed whispers so I couldn't hear what they were saying but my brother must have exxaggerated the size of the rocks on my mom's finger because the next moment, da sao was leaning on my brother's lap, looking at the diamonds and saying 'Whoahh....'.
My mom quickly got defensive. "Its nothing.. they're [the diamonds] small." That didn't stop da sao. She looked at my brother with a face of longing. "What?" he asked. She pointed at the big ol' rocks. "Um, yeah they're really nice." he said and pretended to be listening to the priest. She pouted.
"50 years later," he promised.
"20."
"40."
"You said it!" she said happily. And then it all died down as they started whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears.
Then I yawned and started falling asleep. I think I heard my mother sighing with relief.