I saw the people downstairs move out. Later I saw the owner of the flat doing some cleaning and I went to talk with him. He said he was moving back here with his elderly parents because Kajang is lonely for the old folks.
His father is 80 and one evening asked him when he was going home. He replied I live here, I am your son.
I hope I don't get that bad when I get to be 80 because then Malaysia would be a developed Nation so they say.
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