I was in my living room, reading blogs when somebody knocked on the door. I turned around and saw one of Honey Lips' family friends standing outside the glass door, her eyes big and curious, trying to peer inside my house. I usually keep the doors closed and pull the curtains on one side to let the lights in.
"Now what?!", I half-mumbled and half-growled.
"Hey Aunty X! What's up? How are you?", I forced a smile.
"I'm good. How are you? I came by to see Mr. Y (my father in law). Where is he?", she asked.
"He must be over by him, let me check", I obliged.
"You're putting on weight man! You're eating too much.", she laughingly pointed at my belly.
"Or is it a baby there?", she tried to touch my belly but I stopped her by putting MY hands over MY belly, rubbing it and said, "No, on the contrary I've considerably lost weight but the belly keeps growing..."
What the mother?
Every time she comes by she tells me I look fat or asks me if I'm pregnant! I don't have anything to tell her except for the usual, courteous pleasantries. And obviously neither does she. That's why, I think, she brings up the weight and pregnancy conversations.
Spare me God! I'm too nice to even think of sharp ripostes to her intrusive and ungracious queries. I just clam up and feign a grin. It's only when the bitch leaves that I let go of the pent-up annoyance and vow to myself that next time, I'll have her shut the C**T up.