cerita kampung den

masa kecik dulu, 5 tahun rasanya. aku duduk kampung dengan uwan dengan atuk. tak payah la aku cerito pasal apa aku duk kampung sebab kalau aku tersilap fakta, nanti aku yang dosa. family matters, best left to family.. ini memory aku yang pertama masa kat kampung negeri sembilan.


what i remember living for quite some time in this wooden house, my uwan she was famous for her kuihs. her cakes they were the best. kat kampung dia lah champion buat kuih and cake. time tu dia boleh jalan lagi masih kuat lagi, mulut laju aja bercakap pok pek pok pek dia marah makcik aku.


my daily routine was requesting for the kuih of the day and she would always please me by working on it for hours. my personal favourite was kuih lompang because it permitted me to slap my brother when we are eating it. of course, in order to do so i must also get slapped. i know, the game kids play.. very strange. i laugh now at the image in my head. with our faces red and mouths full of kuih lompang.



at times, it was unbearable. i would miss my mother so much and i would cry demanding to see her. my brother being older deals with it differently. he would sit in a corner for hours on end refusing to play with me or just ignore me completely. my uwan she would come to me smiling with a bottle of hot milo. smiling, she sings malay songs for me, 'dont cry.. dont cry..good child..' and i will always stop, listen to her every note and take in her every expression. the light in her eyes, her teeth, and the crinkles of her face when she sings to me.