each raya, i remembered about kampung trips back to my paternal family in penang, seberang perai (sape cakap aku takde kampung huh). but my kampung was not the normal kampung-styled houses sat amidst the green paddy fields and made of wooden, its situated in a low-cost housing area, facing the paddy fields. HAHA. and its made of bricks.
the lanes were so small it can only fit one car (which means you cannot park your car in front of the house, or by the road because then others cannot use the lane, so you'd have to park it in a playground area, a few minutes away from the row of houses).
we dont really go back that often when my late tok was still alive, but when we do, it'd make me excited and giddy all over because:
1. we'll be going to Penang (the island); naik fery woh!
2.MAKANNNNNN (who can dispute the fact that penang is the centre of malaysian cuisine)
3.MAKANNNNNNNNNNNNN (panjang lagi bunyinya kerana dapat makan authentic utara kuihs made by my late tok and her sister - in - law whom we called Tok Wa)
whenever we do go back, they would fuss over how big we've grown, and then plied us with more food, which i greedily gorged into my small mouth. my sisters would be so consumed with happiness over seeing there so much space to play with, they even rode their bicylce straight into the bendag (paddy field) because they mistook it for a "big open green space". -_-" sedey jugak budak-budak subang ni.
night time would see us spreading the toto (comforter) across the living room and us all cousins would sleep together, with me being awake but pretending to be asleep for fear kene kacau dgn hantu raya jiran sebelah rumah.
over the years, tok moved in with us, and there was no more penang trips to come, until many-many years after Tok has passed away. we all grew up and resumed life celebrating it in our own homes (me in kl, and other cousins in Melaka, Kelantan, Perak, etc.) and raya wasnt as meriah as it used to be. could be that as you grow up, you tend to be less excited over things that once made you burst with happiness when you're 6 years old. but hey, at least we had that memory of spending rayas with a grandparent who spoiled you with great food (especially her delicious rendang daging and ketupat palas).
p/s:an entry to say good-bye to syawal
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