1. About 4 km from the nearest town is a hill. Next to it, is the larger hill. The kampong resembled an abbey and picturesque village drawn by schoolchildren on their canvases in the art class.
2. Pak Njang used to plant padi huma many years back on top of the smaller hill. I would go and follow my mom and dad, tapping rubber at the bottom of the hill. Of course, it had just been running and roaming rather than doing the actual tapping.
3. 30 years ago, my dad had just retired from business. He came back and embarked on some small-scale kampung works. Rubber tapping was part of his regular exercises in the early hour of the day, immediately after Subuh prayer.
4. For a few years. almost every week, I make a trip back to my kampong. There is a hazard to journey undertaken in August-September – the heat. The heat is painfully hot and dry. Unlike some other places, the place here is essentially flat surrounded by a padi field that makes the climate hot and dry.
5. The people are relaxed and I could easily guess what they are thinking. The masjid (mosque) is filled with two lines of jamaah (congregates). On Friday morning, the congregate organizes a religious class followed by a breakfast that comprises of pulut lemak (creamy gelatinous rice) eaten with sambal or cempedak.
7. The government, past and present, have kept their promises well as far as this place is concerned. Previously, this constituency is represented by Tun M. Now, Ir Amiruddin has taken over the reign, which he won under PH’s banner during the last general election. Not surprisingly, the road is wide and well-plastered.
8. During the 14th General election, people in my kampung, had shifted side too. Staunch BN supporters changed side to Amanah and Bersatu and the crossover has contributed to the downfall of BN.
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