Dad thinks I smoke, but he has never mentioned anything about it.
Only on two occassions.
1. In M’sia while having continental breakfast in the morning.
Mom: Why is there a black dot on your lip?
Dad: Smoke too much right.
Me: Huh? I don’t smoke!
Dad: Don’t lie.
Mom: You better dont let me catch you smoking otherwise blahblahblah.
Dad: (munches on his food & keeeps quiet)
2. In M’sia again. This time in the hotel room when my dad lights up a stick and I start to smell the smoke.
Me: DAD! CAN YOU NOT SMOKE IN THE ROOM? IT’S DAMN SMELLY!
Mom: Yea lah, (his full name)!
Dad: As if you don’t smoke. (to me)
Me: I don’t what.
Dad: You don’t think I dont know. Then what’s all those lighters in your room huh?
Me: Not mine lah, my friends’.
Dad: (smirks) Your friends’…