My Village
MY VILLAGE
I have two villages, the one at Perak and at Pahang but the mostly dears in my heart is my village at Perak because I left so many sweet childhood memory of mine there especially during before the Hari Raya. My village located at Parit, Perak at a very country environment. Perak River was the backyard. As usual, early in the morning when the sun just a quarter shine, we had a full-hearted breakfast of Nasi Lemak and Kopi O and quickly me and my 8 siblings would rush down to take a tippy toe in the cold river water and teasing the sloughing cow at the river bank. By the time we got home, our grandparents, Atok and Opah already served us with a hot delicious boiled tapioca dip with sprinkles of sweet sugar and grated milky coconut. In the afternoon, the yellow sun was setting until you can see the shine of the golden ray radiates without a cloud in the sky. The sharp tweet of the birds can be loudly heard around the house. The zinc roof absorbs all the hotness making the house in a high temperature and causing our energy to slow down decreasing and our shirts are just wet with sweat. So we mostly would simply take off our shirts, take a few cotton pillows and lie down together at the balcony without realizing a gentle afternoon breeze was just enough to make us asleep comfortably. Late afternoon, our adventure just began; we would take a ride with our Atok old bicycle across the village where a breezy rice paddy field located. The scenery of the golden paddy field with breezy crispy air is just breath-taking. We would race along the paddy field to feel the air breeze as much as we could. Although, the ride would surely a pain in the back because the bicycles are just too big for kids like us but the enjoyable time playing with siblings and friends, dissolve the tiredness. After a hot tired playing in the sun, we would go to the mini old wooden shop to buy our favourites Malaysian ice-cream. It is actually just a Milo, Bandung or rose syrup water put in a
I have two villages, the one at Perak and at Pahang but the mostly dears in my heart is my village at Perak because I left so many sweet childhood memory of mine there especially during before the Hari Raya. My village located at Parit, Perak at a very country environment. Perak River was the backyard. As usual, early in the morning when the sun just a quarter shine, we had a full-hearted breakfast of Nasi Lemak and Kopi O and quickly me and my 8 siblings would rush down to take a tippy toe in the cold river water and teasing the sloughing cow at the river bank. By the time we got home, our grandparents, Atok and Opah already served us with a hot delicious boiled tapioca dip with sprinkles of sweet sugar and grated milky coconut. In the afternoon, the yellow sun was setting until you can see the shine of the golden ray radiates without a cloud in the sky. The sharp tweet of the birds can be loudly heard around the house. The zinc roof absorbs all the hotness making the house in a high temperature and causing our energy to slow down decreasing and our shirts are just wet with sweat. So we mostly would simply take off our shirts, take a few cotton pillows and lie down together at the balcony without realizing a gentle afternoon breeze was just enough to make us asleep comfortably. Late afternoon, our adventure just began; we would take a ride with our Atok old bicycle across the village where a breezy rice paddy field located. The scenery of the golden paddy field with breezy crispy air is just breath-taking. We would race along the paddy field to feel the air breeze as much as we could. Although, the ride would surely a pain in the back because the bicycles are just too big for kids like us but the enjoyable time playing with siblings and friends, dissolve the tiredness. After a hot tired playing in the sun, we would go to the mini old wooden shop to buy our favourites Malaysian ice-cream. It is actually just a Milo, Bandung or rose syrup water put in a