"Have a Break, Have a Kit Kat!" - Kit Kat
Yesterday, my 'mat-salleh' neighbours from the house behind mine had moved out. I saw that they have been packing up their stuff and furnitures, as well as dismantling some furnitures and tools since last Saturday. And yesterday, around the evening time from 5pm-7pm like that, there were two or three people from an agency of the moving out or shifting organization (Santa Fe, it was what was written on their shirts and their truck) carrying out the stuff belonging to the neighbours.
I felt like I wanna talk about these neighbours (well, former neighbours now huh). I never or none of my family ever interacted with them. They are a couple, with two kids. From their looks when I first saw them, I presumed that they are Europeans (they are 'whites' after all). Actually I'm not 100% sure whether they are Europeans or not, it's just that I speculated it from the language they conversate with each other. The times that I usually see them from up in my bedroom, I could see them below in their house's compound.
They all spoke English. So from here I guessed that the father is an Englishman (and the English he spoke does not sounds American at all, neither got Australian slang). But the mother is not. She speaks a different language than English most of the time. From how it sounds, it sounds German. I might be wrong, but I really felt like it was German (the sounds of it and the pronounciation of the words). They got two kids, a girl and her younger brother. Tina and Lukas. Tina's a young little girl (maybe now she's around 4-7 years old) and Lukas younger than that (but Lukas could now walk and run on his two feets). The mother usually speaks to them in German. Tina can speak (and I've heard her speak in English and German), Lukas still murmers the words he speak.
It's the presence of these two children that make me feel in a way connected to this family every time that I see them.
As far as I can remember, the owner of the house behind me always been renting to white people over the past decade, and none of them that I can remember have young children with them. So this latest family had, and it felt kinda different.I never had the privilege of watching young children grow up and live with their parents and the way they interact with 'daddy' and 'mama' as I'm the youngest child. Of course, my nephews are children too, but I don't see them on an almost everyday basis like I see Tina and Lukas when they were still around. But I'm not implying that I know everything there is about those two (I don't). It's just that I can see them like nearly everyday, if I catch a glimpse of them from my room. The scenario is comparable to that if you live in an appartment and a prominent landmark or object is nearby to your appartment (let's say you live in a condo near to and facing KL Tower) you would see it everyday no? It's something like that.
So I see Tina and Lukas live their early life. The way they play, the way they run around in fun, fidgeting with toys and books and teddy bears and stuff like that, the way they were being loved and held in close intimation and care from their parents,.... to their frustration in not getting what food or thing or matter that they wanted, to their crying over I don't know what (as well as being scolded from parents) and the crying they cried usually at late night, to their bickering and anything else relevant to what a child perceives and do in their fragile yet growing life and actions.
Seeing all of that, it made me feel that when I grow up and have a family, I want a daughter and a son too. Seeing Tina being their oldest child is what made me feel for this family. This is 'cause when I get married, I wanna have a girl as my first child. Seeing that my mother gave birth to four boys, and that my eldest brother himself now has two
sons, it made me want the want to have a daughter as my first child, like Tina. This might sounds odd (to my friends especially, all this family talk stuff), but hey, it's me and my hopes.
The father doesn't seem to work, I always see him at the house. But I always see him doing activities that a carpenter usually does. There's this small storeroom on the back of their house that I can see a bit, and it's full of tools of such, and they were even some machines that from their appearances that you can tell that they were specifically fit for that purposes. A handyman of the house I suppose (haha). The mother on the other hand, I'm not sure what she does for a living, although it seemed that she's the breadwinner of the family. During the weekdays she usually left the house during the afternoon, and coming back in the evening. I always guessed that she's probably a language teacher (but yet again, I'm not 100% sure and I can be wrong). The father seemed reserved, doesn't talk
much. The mother talks and calls out more.
The family spends time together almost all the time. They always have lunch and dinner together (from the sounds) and the father usually cooks. Once in a while, the mother does some cooking. Making cakes or biscuits or pastry I'm not sure, but Tina and Lukas are usually by her side and observing as well as helping their mother a bit.
One moment I vividly remember when they were together. It was on Boxing day, some time near 7:25 pm. They all held their hands together, forming a circle around themselves, and they were singing and moving along a rotation manner, singing. Then they would suddenly stopped and rushed sitting down, laughing. I don't know what you call that game, but it was what I remembered from them once. The father later took pictures of them, having fun. During that time, a smile carved through my heart. But somehow, at that moment too, I felt and predicted that these people were going to leave in the near future, and felt a bit sad.
And I felt a bit sad yesterday.
As I took a peep from my room, with my arms outstrecthed witheringly out the windows, as the Santa Fe people were moving stuff, and the parents coming here and there, and saw the last of Tina and Lukas, my mind was empty, but it was flowing through a wave of sadness. From now on, the rooms of the house behind will never be light up again during day or night.
I also felt a bit sad that I couldn't wave goodbye to little Lukas. Once last year, I catched a glimpsed of him. He too saw me. I raised my right arm to him, a salute. I could sensed that the blue pupils in his eyes sparkled, and he waved happily to me, laughing. The parents then came over, so I backed off (didn't want to create much fuss).
I wanted to see him again before he and his family left, say "Auf Wiederschein", but it was not to be.
Around 7:40 pm, the house behind became dull, emptied and lonely.
Goodbye family.
I felt like I wanna talk about these neighbours (well, former neighbours now huh). I never or none of my family ever interacted with them. They are a couple, with two kids. From their looks when I first saw them, I presumed that they are Europeans (they are 'whites' after all). Actually I'm not 100% sure whether they are Europeans or not, it's just that I speculated it from the language they conversate with each other. The times that I usually see them from up in my bedroom, I could see them below in their house's compound.
They all spoke English. So from here I guessed that the father is an Englishman (and the English he spoke does not sounds American at all, neither got Australian slang). But the mother is not. She speaks a different language than English most of the time. From how it sounds, it sounds German. I might be wrong, but I really felt like it was German (the sounds of it and the pronounciation of the words). They got two kids, a girl and her younger brother. Tina and Lukas. Tina's a young little girl (maybe now she's around 4-7 years old) and Lukas younger than that (but Lukas could now walk and run on his two feets). The mother usually speaks to them in German. Tina can speak (and I've heard her speak in English and German), Lukas still murmers the words he speak.
It's the presence of these two children that make me feel in a way connected to this family every time that I see them.
As far as I can remember, the owner of the house behind me always been renting to white people over the past decade, and none of them that I can remember have young children with them. So this latest family had, and it felt kinda different.I never had the privilege of watching young children grow up and live with their parents and the way they interact with 'daddy' and 'mama' as I'm the youngest child. Of course, my nephews are children too, but I don't see them on an almost everyday basis like I see Tina and Lukas when they were still around. But I'm not implying that I know everything there is about those two (I don't). It's just that I can see them like nearly everyday, if I catch a glimpse of them from my room. The scenario is comparable to that if you live in an appartment and a prominent landmark or object is nearby to your appartment (let's say you live in a condo near to and facing KL Tower) you would see it everyday no? It's something like that.
So I see Tina and Lukas live their early life. The way they play, the way they run around in fun, fidgeting with toys and books and teddy bears and stuff like that, the way they were being loved and held in close intimation and care from their parents,.... to their frustration in not getting what food or thing or matter that they wanted, to their crying over I don't know what (as well as being scolded from parents) and the crying they cried usually at late night, to their bickering and anything else relevant to what a child perceives and do in their fragile yet growing life and actions.
Seeing all of that, it made me feel that when I grow up and have a family, I want a daughter and a son too. Seeing Tina being their oldest child is what made me feel for this family. This is 'cause when I get married, I wanna have a girl as my first child. Seeing that my mother gave birth to four boys, and that my eldest brother himself now has two
sons, it made me want the want to have a daughter as my first child, like Tina. This might sounds odd (to my friends especially, all this family talk stuff), but hey, it's me and my hopes.
The father doesn't seem to work, I always see him at the house. But I always see him doing activities that a carpenter usually does. There's this small storeroom on the back of their house that I can see a bit, and it's full of tools of such, and they were even some machines that from their appearances that you can tell that they were specifically fit for that purposes. A handyman of the house I suppose (haha). The mother on the other hand, I'm not sure what she does for a living, although it seemed that she's the breadwinner of the family. During the weekdays she usually left the house during the afternoon, and coming back in the evening. I always guessed that she's probably a language teacher (but yet again, I'm not 100% sure and I can be wrong). The father seemed reserved, doesn't talk
much. The mother talks and calls out more.
The family spends time together almost all the time. They always have lunch and dinner together (from the sounds) and the father usually cooks. Once in a while, the mother does some cooking. Making cakes or biscuits or pastry I'm not sure, but Tina and Lukas are usually by her side and observing as well as helping their mother a bit.
One moment I vividly remember when they were together. It was on Boxing day, some time near 7:25 pm. They all held their hands together, forming a circle around themselves, and they were singing and moving along a rotation manner, singing. Then they would suddenly stopped and rushed sitting down, laughing. I don't know what you call that game, but it was what I remembered from them once. The father later took pictures of them, having fun. During that time, a smile carved through my heart. But somehow, at that moment too, I felt and predicted that these people were going to leave in the near future, and felt a bit sad.
And I felt a bit sad yesterday.
As I took a peep from my room, with my arms outstrecthed witheringly out the windows, as the Santa Fe people were moving stuff, and the parents coming here and there, and saw the last of Tina and Lukas, my mind was empty, but it was flowing through a wave of sadness. From now on, the rooms of the house behind will never be light up again during day or night.
I also felt a bit sad that I couldn't wave goodbye to little Lukas. Once last year, I catched a glimpsed of him. He too saw me. I raised my right arm to him, a salute. I could sensed that the blue pupils in his eyes sparkled, and he waved happily to me, laughing. The parents then came over, so I backed off (didn't want to create much fuss).
I wanted to see him again before he and his family left, say "Auf Wiederschein", but it was not to be.
Around 7:40 pm, the house behind became dull, emptied and lonely.
Goodbye family.
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