He lives in a house with a mini store downstairs and a collapsible door and another layer of roll-up metal collapsible door, he opens the door for Ploy and her family.
As Ploy and his mother strolled around the table, she could not help but be amazed at all of the old appliances that surrounded them. Ranging from old fans to broken TVs, there was even a ceiling fan perched atop it all. On both sides sat shelves filled with tools and other older machines that managed to fit into the tight space.
"Bring it here ploy!" The house was a buzz with activity, as Ploy and Bright were moving into their new home. Not only did they have to transport all of their belongings, but also those of Ploy's mother.
Inside the black door downstairs, several items were lying dormant in the vacant room. Intended for television and other gadgets, it served as a backup option in times of inclement weather when repairs needed to be made.
Adorning both sides of this room, a beautiful teal hue covered every inch of wall.
Transforming their outdoor space, the couple situated a CRT television and DVD player under a small stand.
A head of it was arranged a circular dining table with chairs. Adding to their makeshift living room's ambience were two decorations: a chinese calendar near the doors, and embroidered flowers on a black wooden frame.
Arthit's kitchen will be their first stop, but Ploy and her family own the refrigerator that stands near the flower vase. Her mother inquires about it.
"How much is our rent fee?" Arthit's wife replied with a welcoming smile.
"You don't have to, but if your family has already been stable and has moved house, then we will let the community rent this room."
"You are so nice, thank you so much!" Undoubtedly, the cost of electricity and water will be affected by having these new additions in your home.
Stepping back from the mirror, the woman takes off her shirt and allowed a cool breeze to wash over her skin. Taking a deep breath in, it was time for her long-awaited shower.
Without warning, the door opened and revealed a figure behind the shower curtain. It was Ploy, with a lather of soap suds spread across her face. She uttered words from within the steamy enclosure.
"Who was that?" Beam replied, Mr. Arthit's daughter, wearing a violet t-shirt and cycling shorts.
"I'm sorry, it's Beam, sorry for not knocking on the doors! the doors here are broken and papa hasn't found a nice door lock." Having stepped out of the shower, Ploy reached for the towel to dry off her still-damp skin.
She then changes clothes and comb her hair. Beam asks.
"Do you have a hair routine and beauty routine?" Ploy replied smiling at her.
"For me sometimes, having natural skin and hair is actually good, especially if you eat foods that are healthy."
It was almost as though she had her own personalized beauty standard and she couldn't help but look at me with contempt, no doubt surprised by how wonderful and beautiful my face was, despite the lack of make-up or embellishments.