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           ..... *stop thinking, just type --it's just a random idea from must-i-say impressive brain of mine.

           Let me start by introducing you to my good-for-nothing anak sedara. The first one is the standart 4 boy named Hazriq or must we call him, M O K because of his big-fat-tummy. The second one is my niece, 2 year younger than her brother, Tina and this one is really so-so-annoying and she does talks a lot *i'm really sick of her. The last one is Dadam, yang paling comel and funny. *he can now speak my name, A S A. Okey, Cut the crap. That should be enough for introduction.

         

         That night is like any other night. Upstairs, i with my laptop, my twin with hers, my mother watching tv downstairs and my annoying anak sedare except for dadam playing around, sleep or whatt? i don't know, honestly-i don't care. Their parent? asa as far as i remember, mereka balek ke rumah mereka back in Saujana *somewhere in Kota Tinggi, straight away from their working place.

           So, the night went on smoothly until suddenly i felt something was not right. To be precise, something(s) were missing. When i put (s), that means more than one and in this case it's two. Straight to the point, i din't heard any sound from comel-lote-Dadam and my talkative-hampir-kepada-menyampah anak sedara, Tina. 

           Okey, ini semua tipuan semata-mata. There's no such dialogue. But, i really ask my twin, 'where's them?' She just simply said 'i don't know'. And again, as a responsible aunt, i walk downstairs and mula asking my mother the same question. She replied 'bukan tadi diorang kt atas ke? Mane ade diorang turun bawah.' And so, my jaw dropped and together with my twin and Hazriq, kami mula mencari, menggeledah serta menggelabah finding them.

            At first, we *the-3-idiots, thought that this's all just a joke or they're playing hide and seek with us. But, after 5 minutes, this finding-nephew-and-niece game started to sound insane. They L O S T in a house? How funny, Then, we started to advancing our searching like in the washing machine, under the gas stove and behind the vase. !@#$% don't laugh. True story.

           The point is now, how on earth is my mother still have time watching The Lord Of The Rings on Tv without even sebesar zarah pun risau and worried about the kids? there's must be something wrong. Perhaps, she hide them. And so, we insisted her to tell us the truth but the next thing we know is she scolded us for letting them lost. Oh, ibu.

           I was so miserable that time. Sekali pandang, hazriq, yaya and i were like half-dead zombie in the house trying to find and figured out where they gone or hide. After about 30 minutes we in such dire condition, my mother spoke out and said.....guess what? 'Diorang pergi keluar jap la dik dengan along tadi, beli pampers dgn susu adam'

           Oh my god!  Ibuuuuuuuuuu!

p/s- Based on true story and edited to sounds more interesting and please, ignore the grammar error. I crap a lot. Plus, my writing sometimes doesn't resemble my feelings- i do love anak sedare saya.

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           .....

           ..... *stop thinking, just type --it's just a random idea from must-i-say impressive brain of mine.

           Let me start by introducing you to my good-for-nothing anak sedara. The first one is the standart 4 boy named Hazriq or must we call him, M O K because of his big-fat-tummy. The second one is my niece, 2 year younger than her brother, Tina and this one is really so-so-annoying and she does talks a lot *i'm really sick of her. The last one is Dadam, yang paling comel and funny. *he can now speak my name, A S A. Okey, Cut the crap. That should be enough for introduction.

         

         That night is like any other night. Upstairs, i with my laptop, my twin with hers, my mother watching tv downstairs and my annoying anak sedare except for dadam playing around, sleep or whatt? i don't know, honestly-i don't care. Their parent? asa as far as i remember, mereka balek ke rumah mereka back in Saujana *somewhere in Kota Tinggi, straight away from their working place.

           So, the night went on smoothly until suddenly i felt something was not right. To be precise, something(s) were missing. When i put (s), that means more than one and in this case it's two. Straight to the point, i din't heard any sound from comel-lote-Dadam and my talkative-hampir-kepada-menyampah anak sedara, Tina. 

           Okey, ini semua tipuan semata-mata. There's no such dialogue. But, i really ask my twin, 'where's them?' She just simply said 'i don't know'. And again, as a responsible aunt, i walk downstairs and mula asking my mother the same question. She replied 'bukan tadi diorang kt atas ke? Mane ade diorang turun bawah.' And so, my jaw dropped and together with my twin and Hazriq, kami mula mencari, menggeledah serta menggelabah finding them.

            At first, we *the-3-idiots, thought that this's all just a joke or they're playing hide and seek with us. But, after 5 minutes, this finding-nephew-and-niece game started to sound insane. They L O S T in a house? How funny, Then, we started to advancing our searching like in the washing machine, under the gas stove and behind the vase. !@#$% don't laugh. True story.

           The point is now, how on earth is my mother still have time watching The Lord Of The Rings on Tv without even sebesar zarah pun risau and worried about the kids? there's must be something wrong. Perhaps, she hide them. And so, we insisted her to tell us the truth but the next thing we know is she scolded us for letting them lost. Oh, ibu.

           I was so miserable that time. Sekali pandang, hazriq, yaya and i were like half-dead zombie in the house trying to find and figured out where they gone or hide. After about 30 minutes we in such dire condition, my mother spoke out and said.....guess what? 'Diorang pergi keluar jap la dik dengan along tadi, beli pampers dgn susu adam'

           Oh my god!  Ibuuuuuuuuuu!

p/s- Based on true story and edited to sounds more interesting and please, ignore the grammar error. I crap a lot. Plus, my writing sometimes doesn't resemble my feelings- i do love anak sedare saya.