Amanda took me to her room which was on the 2nd-floor of her house. She was disturbed by what her father was doing earlier. And me too, I can only obey it.
Look at the whole room, which has a pink background on the wall, and some of the things that decorate this room; computer, monitor, television, 1 table, 1 bed, cupboard, bookshelf, photo frame of her and her family, cherry blossom pattern rug, and much more, I can only think that Amanda is really a woman.
I mean, I think she doesn't have the taste of women, like a woman who doesn't mind her life. But apparently, she has a feminine side. Yeah, I got it wrong.
As she turned on the television, she turned to me and sat down on the carpet.
"So, what did you want to say just now? Sorry, my papa is like that."
Just like the other neighbors, I will also sit on her bed.
Seeing me sitting on her bed, Amanda was angry with me.
