phone rings ~papa and mama calling~

Me: Hello

Dad: rubiee

Me: Hi papa! what’s up?

Dad: it’s been long so wanted to talk to you (three days)

Me: yea...I was thinking of calling you.

Dad: Hi Koda? (what’s up) Are you sick? (meaning you don’t sound well)

Me: No…just yimra (meaning cold. seasonal sickness). I’ll be ok

Dad: Did you go around without a sweater late in the night? You must not let cold wind get into you.

Me: papa, this is Hyderabad. We don’t do sweaters here.

Dad: ahh…true …but you must take care. Drink warm water…and mom is saying heat some oil and fry some garlic and drink that. You will be fine in ten minutes.

Me: aaereerrrr Mama also na! Papa please don’t worry I’ll be fine.

Dad: Haoha (ok if you say so) and Hi, thanks for the shirt…I really like it except for the color…

Me: Oh! You don’t like it?…pink is my favorite, and I thought its time you start looking pleasant…you know you’ll look real sweet in that. You wear to church this Sunday.

Dad: hahaha I’m old I don’t have to look sweet. How’s wallie and apok? Are they fine? Do they also have a cold?

Me: No, no cold for them….they are doing great…and they don’t even miss home! I don’t either. *giggles*

Dad: yeah..i don’t miss you either…(I could hear that laughter) I’m keeping the phone...ok? (hanging up).

Me: alrite…and don’t you spend your entire day in the garden papa?

Dad: I don’t! Ok..am keeping the phone.

Me: ok then..bye.