In my posting under the title 'Form Six (Part 2)', I wrote about that year's end-of-year school holidays was my last school holidays at the private school. I did not go back to that school the next year and I did not meet any of my friends in the Englismh class except one, after so many years. Coincidentally he was married to a female colleague of mine when we were at a high learning institution.
During the fasting month in 1976, I received a letter from the Civil Service Department requesting me to go for an interview as a clerk at Dato' Palembang Primary School, Bukit Baru, Malacca. The interview would be held on the second last day of the fasting month starting from 8.00 am. to 4.00 pm. I went for the interview on that date starting the journey at around 7.00 am with my cousin Romly on his father's scooter, Vespa BAA 1390.
The next day, I ferried Kak Long on my father's scooter, Vespa to the same school as she had to undergo the same interivew. After the interview, we rode our scooter from the school towards the junction where we would turn towards Muar. Whether there was no signboard or I just couldn't see one that showed the way to Muar, I stopped at a junction and tried to think of the way to Muar. On my left was a hill on which there were a lot of chinese graveyards (I didn't realize that it was 'Bukit China'), on my left were rows of buildings and in front were the same. I decided to go straight and soon saw Banda Hilir in front of me. Surely, this was not the right path, so I turned right (I couldn't turn back as the road was a one-way street). After a few turns, we came to the same junction that we met after we left the school. I started to get worried. I dared not turn right, or else the road might bring me farther away from home. I tried to gamble my chance, so I went straight for the second time.
Once again I reached the same junction and one again I stopped. My sister who sensed my anxiety, asked me whether we had lost our way which I replied yes.
"That is Bukit China. Muar must be that way to the left," she said.
My God, how silly I was! Surely we had to go left. Why didn't I think about it before? Thanks to my sister. She's an angel.
Thus, that was how I found my way home. I had shown my stupidity by not asking her opinion but fortunately had accepted hers when she offered it. Moral of the story: do not underestimate a lady, she might be your saviour.
At the beginning of January the following year, I got a letter offering me a job as a clerk at Datuk Bentara Luar Secondary School in Batu Pahat. When I accepted the offer, the problem that I faced at form six in Akademik Daya was solved. Thus my new life began.
During the fasting month in 1976, I received a letter from the Civil Service Department requesting me to go for an interview as a clerk at Dato' Palembang Primary School, Bukit Baru, Malacca. The interview would be held on the second last day of the fasting month starting from 8.00 am. to 4.00 pm. I went for the interview on that date starting the journey at around 7.00 am with my cousin Romly on his father's scooter, Vespa BAA 1390.
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| Datuk Palembang National School, then it wasn't this beaut... |
The next day, I ferried Kak Long on my father's scooter, Vespa to the same school as she had to undergo the same interivew. After the interview, we rode our scooter from the school towards the junction where we would turn towards Muar. Whether there was no signboard or I just couldn't see one that showed the way to Muar, I stopped at a junction and tried to think of the way to Muar. On my left was a hill on which there were a lot of chinese graveyards (I didn't realize that it was 'Bukit China'), on my left were rows of buildings and in front were the same. I decided to go straight and soon saw Banda Hilir in front of me. Surely, this was not the right path, so I turned right (I couldn't turn back as the road was a one-way street). After a few turns, we came to the same junction that we met after we left the school. I started to get worried. I dared not turn right, or else the road might bring me farther away from home. I tried to gamble my chance, so I went straight for the second time.
Once again I reached the same junction and one again I stopped. My sister who sensed my anxiety, asked me whether we had lost our way which I replied yes.
"That is Bukit China. Muar must be that way to the left," she said.
My God, how silly I was! Surely we had to go left. Why didn't I think about it before? Thanks to my sister. She's an angel.
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| Kak Long with her husband on her wedding day... |
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