I remember those days…at least until about 15-16 years ago.
I miss those kampung moments when it comes to Haris Raya.
Those were the days we would converge upon our late grandparents’ house in Kampung Jerangsang on the Benta-Jerantut road. We would all be there about two to three days before Hari Raya and would get our hands dirty with all the preparations. The women-folk would be in the kitchen, while the men would be outside doing the lemang and rendang and dodol. For two to three days we would toil the makeshift kitchen: cousins, uncles, aunts.
This year, I shall be spending Hari Raya alone. Hana and Fazira will be going back to Kedah to be with their mother; Farhan and Nisaa will be in Klang with their mother. I won’t be with my mother because of reasons I have written a few months back unless my “step-mother” Jazzy can spare me some bariyani gam from her last buka puasa the day before Hari Raya.
This Hari Raya is going to be boring. Everyone’s blog is going to be silent for about a week. So for a week I shall post in my own blog and make my own comments.
Damn…the prospect of spending one boring Hari Raya alone is scary…
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