Last Tuesday, DH, Nuni and I went to visit my brother who lives in Tongkah, near Morib Beach. Since he was ready to go out for an evening outing at the beach, soon after we were at his place, we followed him to the beach. Initially we wanted to visit Morib Beach, but we ended up following them to Klanang Beach.
Nuni has blogged here about the trip, with some great shots, so I am now putting some personal shots (also taken by Nuni).
This is Abang Atan, and he’s my late father’s eldest son. Abang Atan’s mother was my late father’s first wife. They (my dad and Abang Atan’s mum) were divorced. Our father had another marriage (and another divorce) before he met and married my late mum. Then only I came into the picture (This one needs some other blogging for detail account).
Abang Atan will be 74 years old this year. His eldest son, Aziz, is only a couple of years younger than me. Abang Atan now looks so much like our late dad 🙁 . Our dad passed away in 1979, when he was 65 years old.
Even though I didn’t grow up with Abang Atan, I have very fond memories of my visits to his house near here (Morib). He was then an accounts clerk with the Dusun Durian Estate, very close to Morib Beach. He was the most senior Malaysian staff and was given a company bungalow inside the estate, with a gardener who regularly came tend to the surrounding area of the house. I remember the bathroom was soo big and there was a bath tub in it. In fact that was the first time I saw a bath tub! In those days we only had shower by dipping a gayung from a water container (as featured here) or taking the water directly from a water well.
Back to my visits to Abang Atan’s place, we used to walk to the beach (Morib) in the evening to collect kepah (a type of shellfish). It was also at his place that I came to know about the palm trees that produce palm oil. I used to follow some of the workers into the estate, and we kids liked to collect the palm fruits that had broken away from the main cluster.
Here’s a picture of Abang Atan and his wife, Kak Ndek:
I never know her full name. She is another charming person. I had great times with her in the kitchen while we chatted and prepared the meals (I was only doing the minial tasks).
And a pic of us (Abang Atan, his wife, Aziz, and me):
The little girl is Aziz’s 4th child, Yazmin.
Initially DH and I wanted to take all of them for dinner, but Aziz’s wife was in the car with their youngest child who’s only 2.5 months old, so they had to go back early.
Every time I visit Abang Atan, there’s a tinge of sadness inside me 🙁 . I can clearly remember how strong he used to be in his younger days, and playful too.I know those days are long gone.
Kak Ndek mentioned to me that Abang Atan has many times told her his wish to visit Serom in Muar (that’s where our late father’s grave is, together with many other ancestors). I told them, I’ll try to find a time to take them there. I just hope and pray that I will not run out of time to do so! One day, Abang Atan, one day…