Now, I’m spending my long holiday at my aunt’s house in Padang. At the beginning, it was good, it’s very quite here, but it’s started boring when it’s become too quite. There is no one here that I can talk to. Here, only my aunt and her “freak son”. There is no kids or yeah, people in the same age with me. Everything becomes so boring. Can you imagine that?? I used to live at my home with a lot of kids around. I have so many cousins to be disturbed or disturb me. Now, here is only three adults. And I think they have no sense of humor. I haven’t laugh for about three days and it’s so unbelievable that I can still stay alive. Because, whether in my hometown or in my rent house I always laugh, at least once a day. Now, I never feel any humor here.
It’s kind of very boring here… I’m sick of all the rule of this house. I’m here not as the maid, I’m here as a guest. I don’t like doing any house chores and I don’t like wake up early. Now is my holyday, so I don’t want to wake up in the morning. All I want to do is spending my time in the bed, in front of TV and in front of my laptop. So, I really hate it when she “my aunt” asked me to wake up early. I hate it very much. Actually, I don’t want to be here in the very long time like I do now, but she asked me to accompany her here. So, what can I do about that? I feel pity about her.
One more suck thing about living here is the food. The food is so amazingly suck. My aunt’s food are so less of spices. I used to eat the food with a lot of spice and chilies which my mom cooked, but the food here are feel so plain. I only eat once a day because the food is terrible. I think if I spend too much time here I will be depressed.
Now I realized that my crowded house in my home town is a thousand times better than here. I started to miss the crowd there. I miss my mom, my father, my sisters, my brothers and all my cousins. I also really miss my mom’s cooks.
