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I was surprised to see Mrs. Martina, my neighbor coming in with fried rice and peppered chicken. “All these for me?” I said. “Sure, you are so much loved, here, take them. Tell me, how were your mother-in-law and his siblings?” I chortled, “you love chatting.’ She cackled. “I knew you are eager to hear my story. I’m glad to inform you that my mother-in-love is a golden mother and my golden adviser. She is one in a million, cordial, generous, charming, cool, and collected.” “I’m delighted to hear that. You even call her mother-in-love, not mother-in-law. You have a cordial relationship then. Keep it up, girl. Did I hear you well? You said she is your golden adviser.” “Sure, she is my good neighbor, can you believe she said, men are prostitute and I need to watch and pray for him?” “o yea!” (Mrs. Martina) “as if she knows her son has weakness of ladies, she recommended good behavior towards him. Wisdom in talking to him and never giving a little space for the devil. That woman was jus