Day three, four and five alone were nightmares. The next morning at around a quarter to 11 when Sana stared out the window, expecting some composed sightseeing, she saw trace of dog dungs in their garden. Sana clutched her head to prevent herself from falling and sighed inwardly. Goodness, if her mom were to see this she’d faint. Sana didn’t get to have lunch and cleaned the garden with latex gloves and hose until no sign of dung was left. She really tried to be the bigger person and did not think of barging on their neighbor’s door. Except the day after that morning and then the day after and then another day and so on, sets of dog poops were lying on their garden and the entire place smelled terrible. Some plants and herbs were even sloppily scattered on the ground, obviously bitten by dogs. Her mother may or may not faint. Only one thing's sure: she’s going to kill her once she sees this. Sana exhaled dramatically, irritation and anxiety gushed all over her. Contrary to Sana, the girl living across was very reckless. Ever since her parents have gone to somewhere all Sana was seeing were trashes not thrown out, and dogs goofing around the whole neighborhood. “That’s it!” She screamed. With no reluctance and heavy footsteps, Sana marched to the neighbor’s house across them. She had lost count on how many times she pressed the doorbell until the girl swung the door open at once. “Finally!” She said in her mind, trying to be calm. Sana inhaled a fair amount of air. The girl, wearing a coat over her night clothes, raised an eyebrow at Sana. “Do you need something?” Mina shot her a questioning look. Sana didn’t care if this would be the kind of her very first conversation with the girl as long as she’d spit the words out. “Do you have any single idea how magnificent a garden is? And how much time you need to invest in it?” Sana said through gritted teeth. Mina dissolved into a fit of laughter and Sana could only furrow her eyebrows on the girl. “Woah.. is this some kind of urban gardening offer?” She asked with a glint of playfulness. “There better be a way on stopping your dogs from wandering around as they seem on continuously exploiting our garden.” Mina caught Sana’s eyes who was staring at her intensely mad she couldn’t discern. “What exactly did my dogs do?” Mina carried the puppy that barked from the floor in her hands and caressed its ears. “Such innocent, beautiful creature won’t do a thing like that, right Angus-ah?” She whispered to the dog. The dog looked up to Mina instinctively and Mina pouted back like they’re communicating through telepathy. Not only reckless but also completely silly. Incred