So I moved on dialing the next number. It was my father's. Little did I know it was the right move. Another way of trying to re-bond with the old man. And what a way it was, presenting him the good news.
At the end of the phone conversation, he congratulated me again and promised to reach mother to break the good news.
Oh what a jolly month this has been. The only thing that matters to me right now is to impress the old man. So far, I'm right on track.