Sorry mummy

Its Tuesday 6:30 pm. I am driving my car on the busy CMH Road. I am on my way to south Bangalore (I stay in west Bangalore) to drop a friend of mine to her residence. She is hungry and she doesnt want to eat twice on the same night. So we decide to have dinner on the way. As an obidient son, I call mom to inform about my plan.

"Hi ma! what plans for dinner?"
"I'll be making khara pongal".
"Drop the plan ma. I wont come home for dinner. I'll be having it outside."
"With whom?"
Her tone changes after hearing the name that I have been using quite often at home these days.
"Is that OK with you ma? What will you eat?"
"Why should you care? Anyways, take care. Dont make it too late".
She hangs up the phone.

A sweet heart that she is, the girl chides me for breaking mom's heart. What! Did I just do that? How? Even now I fail to comprehend how my call hurt her, but it seems I did just that. And my companion seemed to understand that. For two days mom was at best unresponsive to all my words at home. Only the severe cold that I developed last evening could melt her heart.

I dont want to talk to her about what exactly I did to force her into silent-mode. But some how I still feel guilty as hell and frankly, I am scared and upset. If one dinner with a girl, whose company I enjoy, can hurt her this bad, then what will those infinite dinners that I'll be having with the girl I'll be marrying, lead to? Let time answer this.For now, I am sorry mummy.