Thursday 12 August 2021

.Angry Ayah.

All I remember was we were on our way back home from Port Dickson with Mak Uji and her kids.

Me and the siblings had a fight before that. And on our way back, Ayah burst his angers because we were fighting over hotel rooms infront of Mak Uji and her sons.

I dont care what the dream was about. But it was nice seeing Ayah.. Thank you for reminding me that a civil war is not worth anything.

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