I don't know where to begin. But that house that belongs to my grandparents in Kemang is obviously older than my older sister -- she's 28 now. Because it was built years before she wasn't even born yet. Built by my father and grandfather. A Spanish-Hacienda kind of house. It was a big house. Even my house is probably only its quarter. Not even a half big. No second storey though. But it was big enough to be a small track of a little go-kart bike. My siblings and I used to fight over the bike because there was only one like it. I still have the photo of it.
The bathroom. Bigger than my room I guess. Crazy, huh?
And to reach the main room, which was my grandparents room, we had to take a long enough walk from the front door.
When the bell rang, it rang like really noisy because it wasn't an electric bell. It was that copper or brass bell I can't tell the difference.
My brother and I used to stay there when I was in high school and he was in junior high. Because it was a lot nearer to go to school from there. Grandma made me breakfast and grandpa always walked me out of the house until I took a cab. I love them very much.
The garden, so vast. Green. Full of big trees around it. It was so awesome. My grandfather loved greenery. He worked as a golf captain that led a golf match. That's why he loved a vast yard of grasses. Then there's this mango tree on the backyard which my siblings and I used to climb when we were little.
When she was only a toddler, my older sister always played alone at the garden and quite frighteningly, she met and had a conversation with my late great grandmother. My grandma told her a few years ago that my great grandmother had passed away 2 years before my sister was born. Sooo... my sister was shocked. Haha.
Every time a party was thrown, either it was a birthday party or christmas, the guests were always dancing on the common room. And always escorted by a pianist on the grand piano. The foods were extraordinarily delicious, cooked by my awesome mom and my aunt. My favourite until now it that soy sauce stewed beef tongue. So good.
The party always lasted until almost midnight that the guests had finally gone home.
Those were such fine and happy moments.
Now it was all gone. This is so dramatic actually. My cousin made them all gone away. He married a low-life peasant and she persuaded him to sell more than half of the house then built an ugly house. As my father would say, "a Spanish-Hacienda house turns into an ugly chinese+padangnese, tacky house." God knows what else. So the sold probably 3/4 of the house, built a smaller one, and the rest of the money went to their pocket and none to my grandparents. The house now is just as big as mine. The beautiful vast garden was gone. My grandpa's happiness was taken away with only a few metres square garden left. He fell sick, and stressed out, and he passed away. Maybe God just didn't want him to suffer.
Even the old big christmas tree is now replaced with a small one. We used to decorate them. We used to buy gifts and presents to one another. I'm no Christian, I'm just respecting my grandparents, that's all.
In one week, the house is gonna be empty. All the memories that left there are gonna be gone as well. I know memories stay in our hearts, but sometimes you just need the things that make you remember the memories and make them alive.
Now it's just my grandma, fighting those bastards. With an awful daughter, and a pathetic son. It is all a mess right now. Not even a thing is proper. They sold the house too. They plan to live faraway from the other families. They take my grandma with them, and provide her a small, servant-like room. Absolutely inappropriate for my grandma who has live her life with that high of a level. And now she, in her 80s, has to live like that, adapting at this age, with nobody but them, and no more money. Not even love from both of them loathsome disgusting creatures.
Only us, her true families, her old nice and expensive clothes, fine jewellery, and the memories.
Protect her, God. Make her happy. I can't. Let alone them. Please. Let my father's business be succeeded. To help her. Nobody else could. Please.
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