During the 2013 end-of-year holidays, my cousins and my family went on a trip to Malaysia, Pahang. The place that we’ve went was my mother’s hometown, and it was really remote but surprisingly, all the facilities that were needed were well provided for everyone.
It took us about five to six hours to reach there, and when we did, we kept a lookout for a dark grey van which was my uncle’s baby. We didn’t wait for long and it was finally nearing afternoon when we finally reached our destination, our grandmother’s house. It was old, with a history of almost 50 years, but the interior of the house was still cozy and comforting. The houses were arranged in two rows, a road right smack in the middle between the left and right rows of houses. Everybody living there wasn’t strangers, you could almost say that it was practically a ‘kampong’ where people knew each other. When we arrived, our neighbours looked at us with recognition in their eyes, but none of us spoke. We yanked our luggage into the house, our back wet with sweat because of the sweltering weather. We finally slumped down on the couches, and greeted our grandmother rather cheerfully when we saw her. She was in her 60s, nearing her 70s. Even though she had some ailments, she was still here, healthy and really safe. Our cousins arrived one by one, most of them around our age except for a few. They weren’t that type of people to ignore the younger children who some may deem them as “childish”, which they definitely weren’t.
I could safely say that my cousins were the most amazing people I’ve ever met in my life. We got along really well, and they always joked with us, and played some really old games like hide-and-seek in the huge house. They were always laughing, and they weren’t hung up on their devices that often. The best part was when the four famous cousins came to our house, announcing their arrival. They weren’t snobby just because they were much, much older. In fact, everyone loved them, and my favorite people were the two brothers. They were humorous, and we have a good relationship with one another, with them always promising me to take us out and have some fun, which considering their age ( 20 years and above ), was nothing that my cousins in Johor would ever do. Imagine an adult hanging with a bunch of teenagers and kids. That was what exactly happened, and that was the fact why we adored them so much. We would always stay up late because all of us would always squeeze together, the ten or more people watching a horror movie with anticipation. All of us ended up sleeping together because we were too afraid to walk the short distance to our room. We even went against nature’s way and were too creeped out to even go to the toilet to ‘pee’. It didn’t help that the light bulb was spoiled either.
Our week of playing basketball, swings, badminton, riding motorbikes, buying two baskets full of snacks, sleeping together not daring to off the lights ended. We went to the train station, and bid them farewell moodily, feeling disappointed that time passed so fast. It was nearing midnight when we reached Singapore and all I could see was when we were sitting on the benches, wating for the train to come for us to go to Malaysia. All in all, the trip could only be described with two words. Absolutely amazing.
