One disadvantage about living under the same roof with my family is that there is no privacy whatsoever. When living alone, I could leave all my belongings messed around in my room, leave and come back to see everything where I left them. If I had chocolates to munch while doing work, the only person I needed to stay away from them is me.
The situation isn't the same here at home. If I have comfort food, I better well hide it. Even that does not guarantee me from losing them. I used to have a bag of chocolates and sweets in my drawer. By the time I got back from work today, I have nothing. After a thorough investigation, I knew who the culprit was.
As a punishment, I demanded to be given what was taken away from me. Only 10 times more. I thought, maybe this is a good way to freaking teach them a lesson. Make them learn the value of money. I will not tolerate this behaviour so unless I get what I have lost, I'm not talking to them. Simple.
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misha?
the master fuking mind.
there were accomplices? any luck with 3-fold compensation?
the boy. the tukang karut, big time. no freaking luck and they don't like me now.
what on earth did you do?
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