A compromise
Sitting on the couch, handling the book New Moon ready to read one chapter before the visitors came by when my Dad asked me one thing.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” His voice was too serious.
“No, absolutely not.” I assured him but his look was suspicious.
“Really, dad. I have none.” I promised.
“Better be..” Ending it with an or-else-condition tone.
I nodded once.
“Don’t get yet into a relationship, okay? Please. Always think that there’s a million boys out there ready to wait for you..” He emphasized the word million.
“Studies first.” He concluded after a few minutes of silence.
“Studies first.” I swore.
Well, I know my Dad was once really upset of me not letting them know about my previous mistakes. That maybe surely pissed him off and I couldn’t stand another chance of me hurting him again like that.
He said I’d have his permission of having a boyfriend as soon as I graduated from college. My Mom was silent about it. She knows that Dad could discipline me himself. And I’m glad I’m having only a parent to remind me of that all the time.
In return, I was asked to finish my course - which was accountancy and I know it would be a tough one but that would keep my parents from eavesdropping over my lovelife, they’d know that I would be too busy for sneaking out and all that - with high remarks and was looking forward being a dl.
And I believe this is called, a compromise.
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