Valentine Day 2011

Today is February 14^th, a special day for all couples in the world and I want to make it special too. 

As I woke up this morning, I have a plan in my mind of what I am going to do today…to celebrate this special day. On the other hand tonight I am having a class on Christian Meditation at 8.00pm. My heart said, “Go for the class!” but I pushed it aside. Funny. My heart was not filled with joy and love but reckless. I do not even utter my normal morning “I love You” to my wife. Worst still it’s difficult for me to say, “Happy Valentine Day” to anyone. I said to myself, “this is not good. Something or someone is playing with my life today.”

We go to the office as normal and on the way along NKVE my wife asked, “Where are we going tonight?” I responded, “Sushi Tei at Tropicana Mall!” And she cut it off with, “Can we change to non-Japanese food or not?” and added “You want to go to church is it?” I just kept quite but in my heart I pray, “God, help me.”

In the office, we worked as normal and at around 12.45pm, my wife called and informed me that we will be going out to repair her car at a workshop near St. Ignatius Church, Kelana Jaya. My heart said, “I bring you to the church!” I said, “Cannot be!” and forget about it. 

We send the car to the workshop to replace the two rear absorbers and it will be ready in two hours. Then we go for lunch at a RM2.00 Buddhist Vegetarian shop which cost us RM4.00 for food and RM2.00 for 100plus. Cheap lunch but taste good. After lunch we took a cab to the office with cost us RM7.20 but my wife gives the driver RM7.50. 

As evening approach, I ask my friends for a lift to Paramount LRT Station but most of them have their own plan. The rain added the difficulty to our journey as it starts at 4.30pm. But I believe we can make it. I called my wife and she told me that she want to go to Esprit Shop at Tropicana Mall after we get the car. And I respond, “Esprit! Not again!” With a bit down and sadness in my heart I pray, “God, help me.” 

At around 5.50pm, my wife immediate superior send us to Paramount LRT Station. In the car, my wife informed me that earlier today she had also called  Shogun Japanese Restaurant at One Utama but it’s fully booked for today. Today food at Shogun cost RM62++ per pax. And we took a LRT to Kelana Jaya LRT Station which cost us RM1.00 each. Then we walk to the car workshop at Taman Plaza which takes us 8 minutes. It’s faster than if I am walking alone. How come?

The church is in front of us and heart glow with gladness. My wife’s car is parked in front of Loong Foong Chinese Restaurant. My wife said, “The car is ok already!” And I respond, “It should be!”

We go straight to the cashier for payment and it’s amounting to RM508. The mechanic informed her that they also done the car balancing and now it’s in good condition. In the front of the workshop, I said to my wife, “can we have a drink at the Mamak shop?” My wife responds, “Not need lo. We will have dinner at Tropicana Mall and I want to go to Esprit.” I am rejected again but in my heart I pray, “God, help me.”

As we walk to the car, my wife presses the car’s key button and the car lock!!!. In an angry voice, my wife cried in frustration, “What! They didn’t lock my car?! She looks in the car and finds nothing missing. She starts the car and we drive off. As we drives on, some unusual sound come from the back of the car. Sound like iron rod clinking. Something is wrong. She stops the car by the road side and I come down to check but nothing that I can see causes the sound. We make a U turn and head back to the workshop. At the workshop, the mechanic tests the car again and confirmed something is wrong with the new absorbers. The mechanic told us to wait for another one hour and half. It will be ready around 8.00pm. 

My wife looks at me with a funny smile on her face and said, “You better shut up your mouth. You are like your mother.” And I ask, “So we go to Mamak shop for a drink?” She responds, “Yeah! You want it!” We have our Valentine Dinner at Mamak Shop. I take rice with fried fish while she takes chicken fried rice with two tea ‘tarik’ which added up to RM8.00 as compare to RM62++ times two at Shogun and lesser at Sushi Tei.

The car is ready at 8.00pm, exactly at the time my Christian Meditation Class starts. Though I am not in the class but someone is keeping in the church area.

Then we head for Tropicana Mall and she hope to get something at Esprit. She gets nothing at Esprit and she just look at me with a meaningful stare.

Have I done anything wrong? I just want to go to my class.

May God bless you with heart full of love and mercy.  Amen. 

HAPPY VALENTINE DAY.

Jennifer, you ask for about my day on Valentine Day and this is my day.

Journey home for Christmas 2

Now our journey start again as we left Sarikei for Sibu at 5.25pm on December 22^nd. Tony Ngieng sent us to Sibu in his Toyota Hilux. The journey is very bumpy as if we are in a wavy sea. The road quality is good but the road is not level due to the swampy ground on which the road was constructed.

The roads from Sarikei to Sibu are well tarred as compare to Sibu to Dalat road which are mainly going through oil palm plantation. Actually these roads from Sibu to Mukah are plantation road which are used by the plantation workers to transport their crops to the processing factory. I agreed with Pak Uban, our beloved Chief Minister that these plantation speed up the link road from Sibu to Mukah. The people of Mukah, Oya, Dalat, Sg. Kut and Kebuwau appreciate that move by the government. No to be demanding but I think it's about time we upgrade the rough terrain to a proper road.

My sister Monica had a bad experience last month when her old Iswara got stuck in one of the hole on the road in upper Mukah area which damaged her front bumper. Maybe she is not careful enough but the point is, these rough terrain road are not fit for small vehicle unless you drive a 4 Wheel Drive like Toyata Hilux or Ford Ranger or Honda CRV.

People may say that I am comparing West Malaysia road with Sarawak Road as I am more familiar with NKVE, Puncak Alam Expressway, Plus or Jalan Universiti. Yes, I am comparing but not with these good road highways. I know apple has to be compared with apple and Sarawak Pineapple with Sarawak Pineapple. Someone did plant Sarawak Pineapple in West Malaysia and yet the one from Sarawak taste better. I am comparing with road like the road to Janda Baik, Road in Kampong Kok, Perak, road that goes through the rich paddy field in Kedah. I take away the Janda Baik road because the road was constructed around a mountain terrain. How about the road in Kedah that goes through the paddy field. Both are swampy area and have different quality of road. Why?

Are West Malaysia's engineers better than those in Sarawak? This cannot be as both have learned the same technique of road building as to what material to used, combination of material, how to tackle rough terrain, how to tackle soft ground or swampy area or sinking ground and yet we have the different product.

No one is to blame but we, beloved Sarawakian and Malaysian as a whole need to find a way to solve this problem once and for all. It's not about politics, it's not about race, it's not about complain, it's about the common good for the benefit of all. If we can find a way to solve the wavy road in Sarawak, then we can use the same techniques to solve the entire wavy road throughout the whole Malaysia.

I trust in DS Najib Tun Razak's voice of 1Malaysia and I believe it can be done if we work as a team of true Malaysia in heart. Not a slogan but our true self 1Malaysia.

Though Papa Chedet is no longer our Prime Minister but we can still hear the echo of his voice shouting at the top of his voice urging us to strive forward with the vision 2020 and be a developed nation by 2020.

At 11.30am on December 23^rd, we took a 600horsepower speedboat to Dalat which takes around 2hours. The boat was full of people, young and old, kids and adults. All of them are going home for Christmas though not all are Christian as some are Muslims and others are Buddist. The kids are having good times shouting and laughing while most of the adults are taking a nap including my wife. The wind is rushing from the front opening of the boat which gives us good cool air.

As our speedboat glide over the water along Igan River, I glanced outside the boat and saw the water in the river is low tide which will affect our journey to Dalat. In order to get to Dalat, we have to go through Kut River which connects to Oya River and Dalat is on the bank of Oya River.

We stopped at one of passenger's house but our engine just stop. Agnes ask me what is happening and I just shake my head and keep on typing in my blog. The engine won't start and we are floating down the Igan River. Babies are crying due to the hot weather and the ladies look worried. Agnes looks uneasy. I keep my cool and keep on writing.

At 12.21pm, the engines gave back the smiles on everyone faces as they can hear the roaring sound of the engine blasted to top speed. Fresh air rushing on our faces and the babies stop crying as the cool air comfort their warm little body. The adults smile at each other as a sign of relieve and gratitude.

Then at 12.51pm, we stop at Bungan village and drop a few passengers which include a young man with a young child who told me to be working in a hotel in Jalan Ampang area in Kuala Lumpur. And off we go again. Strong wind brushes my face and my thin hair and I love it. It's really like home with water, wave, strong wind and fresh air. I really missed this experience when I am working in an air-condition office in Petaling Jaya. This is real fresh and free.

At exactly 1.00pm, we reach Sg. Kut Muara. Then we take a van to Mother's house at Sg. Kut Tengah. My sister Monica also arrive at Mother's house at the same time and we get the house key from our neighbor.

We are safe home at last.

Thanks God for our safe journey and may all within us bless His Holy Name.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

 

 

Going Home for Christmas 2010

Wow!!! Christmas time is coming!!!

It’s 12.30am Sunday morning December 19^th and yet I am still playing with my friends on the Facebook game, Kingdom of Camelot. Agnes’s cousin, William Ngieng will send us to KLIA LCCT at around 4.00AM. Our flight to Sibu, Sarawak will be at 7.00AM which takes around 1hour 50minutes.

Back at the Kingdoms of Camelot in Caval250 Kingdom in our alliance Sarmatian Knights, my friends are actively chatting.

Lord Norse and Lady SnowAngel always ready with their attacking strategy and they are really having fun. On the other hand, I am just clicking the help and look for those in need of help.

Lord Norse types in, “JohnCross, when are you going back for Christmas?”

Lady RuththeGreat added, “JC  is going back to his village.”

Then I type in, “Tomorrow morning and have to wake up around 3.00 AM.”

Lord FranktheWise added, “You should be sleeping, sir.”

I bid good bye to everyone and head for late shower. The water is cold and I have to add hot water to make the shower bearable and refreshing.

 As I come out of the shower room, my wife said in a commanding voice, “Set your alarm at 3.00AM.”

“Tonight, don’t have!” I test the water. She just turned around and pulled her blanket and said, “Switch off the light, Sleep early.”

And I respond with a joyful heart, “I love you.”

I switch off the light and go to my side of the bed.

After a while my eyes become familiar with the dark except for the little light from the street light outside, I glance at the image of Devine Mercy next to my bed. An image of Lord Jesus with his hand stretches out in a blessing posture as if He is blessing our sleep.

“Lord, I am coming home for your Birthday. Grant us peace and joy during this celebration. Keep us safe during our journey.”

My heart is stirring and a sense of joy filled my soul. My mind flows back on this Devine Mercy image and our personal experience with this image over the years.

 I bought this image of Devine Mercy from Brother Paul of St. Ignatius Church, Taman Plaza, Kelana Jaya. The image was blessed by our Parish Priest Father Philip Tan on a Devine Mercy Sunday.

Once I wake up in the middle of the night, when I see our bedroom was filled with bright light which comes from the Devine Mercy image. My heart rejoices but I kept this experience to myself as I am scared my wife Agnes will say I am going crazy of Devine Mercy. This experience repeated many times and I am longing for this Bright Light to be there every night.
During this time, I am deeply devoted to the Devine Mercy prayer.

I used to do the Devine Mercy prayer, one in the morning, one during lunch (I used to skip lunch and walk at the back of the office just to do the Devine Mercy prayer), 3 o’clock prayer and one evening.

The prayer that I used to recite during my work time or walking around just to keep my mind on God and acknowledge my sinful self is this:

“Heavenly Father, we offer you the body and blood, soul and divinity of your dearly beloved son, our Lord Jesus in atonement of our sin and those of the whole world.”

And end with, “Jesus, I trust in you.”

God grants me graces upon graces and I live in His Holy Presence. I live in joy and peace in my inner-self and yet I live in real world of chaos and full of unpleasant noise.

Then a day of confirmation of these experience came when my wife Agnes share her abnormal experience.

That time, we were driving back from work one evening and my wife start,

 “Do you realize this or not, there is a bright light coming from the Devine Mercy picture which filled our bedroom. I scared to tell you. I have seen it many times already.”

And I respond, “Praise be to God. He also revealed the Bright Light to you.” And I added, “I have seen the bright light also and I always see it during the night but I also scared to tell you.”

Agnes ask, “Funny loh! Why like that? Why got light and I could not sleep because the light is too bright?”

I just smile at her and said nothing but my heart is stirring with joy and gladness giving thanks to God for His goodness and mercy.

As I recalled this experience, my eyes became heavy and off I doze.

At exactly 3.00 AM, our alarm goes off with the song, “Jesus, lover of my soul.”

We have a fast morning hot shower and do the last packing. I lighted up three tea candles, one in my prayer room, on at the Nativity with Mother Mary and one at the Statue of St. Anthony of Padua.

As I light these candles, I pray, “O God, Have mercy on us. Keep our home safe. Keep your cats safe. Keep our neighbor safe. Keep our family safe. Keep my wife safe. Keep my friends safe. As for me, grant me the grace to be always in your presence. In Jesus precious, I ask. Amen.”

Then I go to my private prayer room and do my daily personal prayer which is quite long but most of the time, I pray in tongues which help a lot in getting myself in the prayer mode. (I will write on my daily personal prayer at a later stage, if He will.) Normally it takes 5minutes to 20minutes. Today it’s only around 6minutes.

God is good and generous.
The result is the same. It’s not the quantity of the time but the quality of the time when you immerse yourself in God’s presence, complete surrender and full of gratitude like a little child in his father loving arms. There no places like His rest and if I can, I want to be in His loving arms forever.

I heard my wife steps coming downstairs and she said, “Today we only light up tea candle! No oiled lights.”

I respond, “I know.” 

I open the door and at the door, I am greeted by Ms Grace the cat. I tell her that I am going back to my hometown and ask her to look after our house. She just meow at me and I think she understand. Mr. Joy the cat and Ms Panda the cat are not around. They are my good friends who keep away the snakes, lizard and even other cats.

We locked our house. 

“O God, protect our house.”

And we carry out our three bags and wait for William Ngieng at our gate.

At 4.00 o’clock, William came in his Kia 4-wheel drive with his two young sons. We pack our bags in the boot of his car and drive off to KLIA LCCT. When we arrive at LCCT, we take down our bags and we thanks William for generosity to fetch us to the airport and we bid him and his kids goodbye and Christmas greeting as he and his family are not going home for Christmas. The two kids wave at us as we push our trolley to the check in area.

The departure areas are crowded with passengers and our counter for check-in headed for Sibu is R45. It’s a long queue but worth waiting. We check in and our two bags weight 38.6KG. Wow! That’s heavy. Actual our limit is 40KG as Agnes had bought another extra 10KG, in case our bags overweight. She made a right choice.

As I sit at the waiting area, Agnes is busy window shopping. Normal thing for the ladies everywhere is good for shopping. 

Alas!!

I take out my Asus EeePC Netbook and connect to LCCT wireless network. This is good. The connection is excellent.  I log on to Facebook and I am back in Kingdoms of Camelot. I see my friends are busy chatting with building all around. 

I am still on the Facebook when the call for boarding time announce. Real bad timing!! I log off the network and off my netbook but the queue is already very long. I lift up my two luggage and walk to the back of the queue and I am greet with a long face from my wife. I shrug my shoulder and smile saying, “I am sorry, sayang.”

We board the plane and what a luck we place a the back row of the plane seat no. 30B

I smile to myself as I help a young female passenger to life up her heavy luggage into the compartment above her seat with this in mind, ‘Is this what Jesus said, “Those who are first will be last and those who are last will be first.” This is good’

The plane takes off a few minutes later and the weather is a bit bumpy as we hit the top speed.

This weather condition does not deter me to take my Asus EeePC Netbook and start to write a blog entitled Going Home for Christmas 2010

We touch down at Sibu Airport at 9.50AM. At the airport there is another long queue and I heard a few passenger speaking in Melanau language. I tell myself, “That’s sound familiar, my own mother tongue.”

We collect our bags and greet by Agnes sister, her husband and their two young smart boys. We pack our bags in his Toyata Prado and headed for his home. 

On the way, I send three SMS saying, ‘Eagle has landed at Sibu Airport. John Ragai.’

When we arrive at Agnes sister house, we repack again and headed for a plate of Kampua Mee at Chinese Coffee Shop. I really missed this Sarawak Noodle. Then we start our journey down to Sarikei which takes around 30 to 45 minutes. I take pictures along the way.

When we arrive in Sarikei, Agnes father greet us and he looks healthier than the last time. As we bring up our bags I can smell nice food and there on the table are ready foods for lunch. As I look closer, I see one big plate of fried prawn, one big plate of crabs, taufo soup in mussel meat and friend long green bean. I am full after a big bowl of kampua mee in Sibu but the food looks delicious and smells good. Further my father-in law looks at me as if he wants to eat together with us.

Now I am in Sarikei and on Tuesday they are having a special prayer for the dead. I will be going home to my own parent house on Wednesday and celebrate the Christmas there with a Sunday Mass in St. Bernard Church, Dalat. 

May God bless us and keep us safe all the time.

Wish you and your family a Blessed Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2010.

11th Years Wedding Anniversary

First I would like to thanks God, the God of Abraham, the God of Issac, the God Jacob for the wonderful 11 years journey of marriage life with my wonderful and great partner, Agnes Ngieng.

It takes me ten years to convince her parent that she will be my perfect life partner.
God is generous enough to grant us to be husband and wife on December 17th, 1999.
God is good.
Then God moved her and to bring me to a Catholic Church, St Ignatius Church in 2002 eventhough she is a methodist. I still wonder why not to a Methodist Church as she is a Methodist.

God has His own plan and let His will be done.

Marriage life being great with less and less disagreement by the year and this year 2010 is wonderful with only two minor disagreement. WOW!!! Praise the Lord.

We have almost everything we need and yet we are still waiting for the 'baby cry' in our home. I believe in God, the Father of All and I believe He will answer our heart desire in His time.

On this special day, what we are going to do?

Go to church and get a Priest blessing or having a good dinner at our favourite restaurant.

We choose the second one and we go for Dinner at Shogun Japanese Restaurant, OneU.
I like it and my wife just take and take for me to eat.

Yet my heart is not a peace. Something is missing. We went home full and satisfied. We eat what we pay.

As we arrive home, i go straight to my favourite room in our house, my private room with the Lord.
I am full and tired.
I drop to my knees and pray.
"O God, here I am. I am full and tired. Let me rest in your presence."
I do not know what is going on but I feel I am going some where peace and serene. Am I dreaming?
When I wake up, I reallize I am on my stomach and I ask myself,
"Where have I been? Is it morning?"
I feel so refresh and full of energy. I am renew again, my energy is restored.

Then I go to the bedroom where my wife is and ask her,
"How long have i pray?"
And she said, "for awhile only, sayang!"

I look at her and said in my heart, "Thank you, my Lord. Bless my wife also."

Before we sleep, we share the goodness of love and share the wonderful moment we have during the year and greet each other with,

"HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, DEAR. I LOVE YOU."

In my heart, I pray,

"I love you, God. I love you, Jesus. I love you, Holy Spirit. I love you, Mother Mary. I love you, Guidance Angel. I love you, Saints of God."

"I thank you, God. I thank you, Jesus. I thank you, Holy Spirit......."

I doze off with tears of joy roll down my face.

Amen.

Merry Christmas and may peace be always within you.

My Pakistani Friend, Deniy Kamran

One day in 2008, I asked God to bring me someone to share my M$10 and talk with me while I kneeled at the pew in St. Ignatius Church, Taman Plaza, Kelana Jaya, Petaling Jaya. That is my normal request when I have nothing to do at the church after daily evening mass. I went over to the Mother Mary's grouto and I am greet by a stranger, tall, handsome, dark skin, thick eye brow, slim with a striking kind eyes. In my heart, I ask..."Is that the person, Lord?" I felt the warm and joy filled my heart. I said, "OK".

He introduced himself as Deniy Kamran from Pakistan, a Catholic, work as a guard and a helping hand in the Church PHID activities which include distribute the food for the poor. He is very eager to bring me in to the charity works that he involved in. The next thing I know, I am helping in the kitchen and doing food distributing for the poor. In the back of my mind, asking...."he is already very poor and yet he is very eager to help others with joy." He even volenteered himself to teach the underprivilege children the computer class. He make me felt very small and ashame to be Malaysian who is full of compassion and love. He teaches me to be a better human as to use the WORD and follow by ACTION. Word without Action is dead as Action without Word is dead. Though all these years I have live by my word but to live by your word and action makes you a better man. It's a tough life but that the life I choose and I depend on God to guide me and the Holy Spirit lead the way.

Deniy's life as a guard ended when he is robbed and slashed with sharp weapon on his head and hands when he defend himself. Life is tough for him.

The question is what went wrong with this guy?

When he first being promise a job in Malaysia by his Pakistan's agent back home, his family are very happy and paid a sum of money to agent to bring Deniy and thousand more like him to Malaysia. For the people in Pakistan, Malaysia is a rich country with lots of jobs, peaceful and good and caring people.

When they arrived here in Malaysia, the picture shown to them in Pakistan is not as the real thing. The Malaysia agent fail to get them jobs as promised and also the agent kept all their travelling documents. Should poor Pakistani want their travel document then they have to pay another RM2,000 to the agent of which they do not have as their money had been given to the agent in Pakistan. So what should these people do? What Malaysian should do for our guest?
They are walking around without travelling document and they become the victim of more black hearted Malaysian.

Is his life will change in 2009?
Last week thursday, Deniy and his Pakistani Muslim were walking home when a Bad Malaysian stop them and demanded for ID but they have none. They were on their knees begging for mercy and even his friend kissed the feet of that Bad Malaysian asking for mercy and he gets no mercy but a slap. Deniy lost his wallet, handphone and watch whereas his friend lost a wallet and RM1000, the money he kept to redeem his travelling document.

Who are these Bad Malaysian?
They can be anyone of us whose hearts are filled with greed and hatred. Their mouth talked of love and compassion with beautiful words and they act as if they were the Angel from Heaven but their hearts were filled with greed and hatred. They are like vulture waiting for the weak and hopeless to die and they eat their flesh.

I am proud to be Malaysian but I am not proud of some of the action of my fellow Malaysian.

With love in my heart, Friends, Can we help and love one another without prejudice?

I BELIEVE WE CAN. We are 1malaysia.

Prayer:
"O God, I trust in you alone. Grant these Lost Malaysian forgiveness for what they have done and open their heart and fill their heart with your love. In Jesus name. Amen."

Life as child with my brother Laihi

Seluhi has a younger brother by the name of Laihi. He is as active as Seluhi and both of them love to play and compete with each other. They enjoy fighting with each other which lead to their seperation in the first place. Laihi with the real parent and Seluhi with the Grandpa. At a later stage, they switched place where Laihi go with the Grandpa and Seluhi with his 'uncle', his real parent. Both of them love animal and like to go hunting but Laihi is always the smarter one with new way to catch wild animal or bird.

Life with Grandpa Dit

Grandpa is a wonderful man who loves Seluhi very much and sometime he is closer to Seluhi than his real sons and daughters. Their realtionship were like father and son. They even slept on the same bed. They were always together. When the Grandpa go anywhere for sure Seluhi will be with him. If Grandpa go to the coffee shop for a drink, Seluhi will be with him. Seluhi used to grap oranges from Grandpa's chinese's friend shop Mr. Lai Peng at Sg Kut and yet nobody scold him. Normally Mr. Lai Peng will ask, "Mahu lagi kah..?"
Grandpa had a a few orchard where he planted durians and rambutan. At the orchard in Sg Kut, Seluhi catched a bird 'tekukur' with his bare hands. That was Seluhi's first experience in catching bird, just by faith and trust in the bird. At that time, Seluhi knew nothing about the spirit world and God but he knew something about bomoh because when autie sicked, they will ask for bomoh. Grandpa has no religion but he believe in God. He used to say, "Tuhan bao ulo" means God is above your head.
There was one incident where the whole village were at shock when a thunderbolt of lightning strike at Grandpa's house and left a hold in the house wall. At that moment, Grandpa was sound asleep on an iron bed while Grandma, Laihi and I were in the kitchen. When we saw the fire all around us, grandma asked Laihi and I to hide under a sarong while she go to wake up Grandpa. As Grandpa awake, he ask Grandma to fetch Laihi and I to my father's unfinished house. Grandma carried both of us. That is love. It isn't heavy at all when there is love. We only managed to meet grandpa when the storm and the rain stopped. Still wonder where Grandpa had gone when we were going away...

The Beginning

A couple just lost their first born, a girl a year earlier. The whole family get excited of this birth. Suddenly the still evening silent was broken by the cry of a baby....waaa..waaa..waaa...which mean 'Here I come, world'. What should we name him? His parents wonder....The father said, "we name him SELUHI as a remembrance of the old cap who likes to eat sireh." So the boy is called and registered as SELUHI. That boy is an hyper active and very naughty. He likes to help people and loves wild animal especially their young ones. He lives with his grandfather who loves him very much. The boy think 'the grandfather' is his father until one day, his real father whom he greet as uncle bring him back home. The boy is really confuse of his family and yet he loves them. According the story of his kampong old folk, once this boy catch a bird 'tekukur' at Sg Kut with his bare hand. (At the back of my mind I still remembered that scenario, at the age of four or five years old. I tell the bird, Don't run..don't run and I grab it. I think the bird trust me.) His grandfather used to tell the people, "Debei anek umit tao pemudei" which mean "a child don't lie." Day by day, this kid grow until the day the school is calling.....