One saturday afternoon, as I stepped out of the gate to throw rubbish:
Meow: (my neighbour) Hoi Belacan!
B: huh? hi meow! how are you?
Meow: Ok ok. Hey, got time ar? Need to show you something.
B: Ok, coming coming. *walks over to their house, two doors away*
Meow: Come in come in. I want to show you something
*walks into their living room*
Meow: hey, I want to warn you. You better check your house for termites. You see my floor? *points to their laminated wood platform* The side skirtings all kena anai-anai already ar.
B: OMG! You serious ar? I thought you treated your house before moving in?
Meow: Yeah, we did! I can even show you the holes the exterminators made in the house, and they come every two months too.
B: Wah, in that case how come can kena termites one?
Meow: From the neighbour between us lor! Just now the exterminators came and found a hole in the wall. The termites came from their house lar. And when the exterminators pumped their insecticides into that hole, it wouldn't fill up! Normally it would, and that's how big that termite hole is!
B: Mama mia!!! So once you treated this hole, sure the termites will lari to my house one! OMG!
Meow: ya ya, that's why I warn you now.
B: Good good. Thanks a million. You got the contact for the exterminator?
Meow: Got got. *writes on paper* Here, you can call this guy.
B: Ok ok. Thanks.
*went back home*
B: Dear! Our neighbour, the Meows, kena termites lar. Apparently it came from our Crazy Woman's house.
Mrs B: Izzit? Wah, we better get treated soon.
B: ya ya. I will call the exterminators to come in.
(To be continued)