Being raised by a kampung girl, I never think that we the 3 siblings enjoy kota life that much. At least, I know I don't.
When we were kids, Ummi would tell us stories of her at the bendang, catching those fish with her short pants. She would help tokwan chop the woods to build a table for her to study.
Where she would have to bath with the icy air perigi. Where they all would gather watching TV at her neighbour's house because apparently, only that house had TV in the whole kampung.
Any many more stories that excite me like crazy, but at the same time made me feel so jealous.
To which I whisper to myself, I pray to be a kampung girl and marry a kampung boy, so that my children would be budak kampung.
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I guess deep inside, I still kinda utter that prayer till today.
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