This morning, once again, I can hear the usual sounds of the couple living next door having sex. Their appearance is that of a gal-mama overflowing with signs of daily life. Recently, there have been subtle changes in Mr. Kayamasan's demeanor. The meaningful sighs he shows after seeing his husband off. Scenes encountered at the neighborhood trash disposal site on a daily basis. A malicious gaze directed towards the frustrated gal-mama next door.
