A rusty, unmanageable gate welcomed her the second her eyes rest on it<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A\u00a0season of dry and blazing heat of Kedah make those smelly bubbles gallop happily from armpit<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A carpet of not-designed-as-dry dying\u00a0grass became the food of her foot, she strode gently across them, in fear of destroying the nature even more.<\/p>\n
However, the ugliness of the garden could not escape her abusive words.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A salon barber’s chair with questionable purpose was left stranded at the porch, her eyes rolled upwards.<\/p>\n
As if the baboons really cared for their well-being, such asset was left without extensive care.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A made-for-lazy clothes line with scrap metal look was on her left.<\/p>\n
Which she just ignore the existence altogether.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A warm and cozy parlor, completed with nature’s look, with a little bit of modern touch, sooth her heart.<\/p>\n
At least,those two baboons still possess little intelligence to keep it the way it is.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A big house, with two parlor, just met a downgrade in taste when she came in contact with\u00a0the second, totally because of such importance to maintain had left their grasp.<\/p>\n
Sometimes her mother would swear on the baboons while walking from the parlor to the kitchen.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
But no matter what the baboons did,<\/p>\n
the importance of such big house,<\/p>\n
still hold great meaning towards its once-in-awhile residents<\/p>\n
that’s why, she held in her breath, hiding all her disgust, and putting up her best smile,<\/p>\n
started walking towards the kitchen,<\/p>\n
to meet her beloved love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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