CHOICES WITHOUT CONSCIENCE

Chapter 2: Heavy Heart

   Life goes on, carrying the tide of fate bound by every one's self - going through happiness, suffering as part and parcel of this wave of existence.

   After the divorce went through, my journey from there on started. With no place to go as our house were taken over by my dad's family, my mom not having enough money to last a week supporting me and herself - we resorted to a foreign solution. We went over the border to Malaysia and lived at my late Grandmother's house. At that time I was just 9 years old. My late grandmother lived in a village 55 minutes away from the Malaysian Custom, filled with so much nature and countless other village necessities. There you can find shabby garages, underrated eating places which serve the most delicious food in my opinion, a lot of drains filled with giant lizards, several shops selling overall necessities and a really downgraded soccer field.

   Upon reaching at my late grandmother's village at her house, the place was not liveable - the roof is cracked whereby rain could pass through it, walls were not cemented evenly with it having an awful lot of coarse surfaces, thermites nearly all over the ends of the house which really creeped me out and of course, the stupidly disgusting toilet. It was all too bad with so many things that would just downright disgust anyone upon stepping into the house, but it is to be expected - for not having to attend to the house after the death of my late grandmother and just leaving the place to dry. And so it began, the cleaning spree between me and my mom.

  To be honest, it wasn't all that bad. Commonly, villages have a way in arranging houses in a linear form where houses shd be built face to face with a road separating them. But not the village im living in, the houses are scattered all over like damn, it's so easy to point just anywhere and there appears a house right there. My house is located deep within the village where you need to walk at least 20 minutes from the outside bus station at the entrance of the village just to reach the house, it is tiring. With my house in between two other houses, we were bound to make acquaintance with the neighbours whom were really curious about our presence there.

   Having to realise that life is not always good in places within city area with luxuries and such, I pushed myself beyond my circle to accept the fate I had with all my strength even with a heavy heart. And from there, my phase as a village boy began.