There’s a story about this guy who used to be the parliament member of our kampong, who went to the US of A in the 80’s (I could only guess) to further his study. This story was told in many occasions where he would tell people about the shortcomings he had to go through when he furthered his study in a foreign land. Here it goes.
A young man, of about 18 excelled in his SPM (or was it MCE) examination. He went to further his study in the USA in the 80’s (it could be 70’s, I’m not so sure). He went there alone, and as at that time there weren’t many people from Terengganu who had the chance to further their studies abroad, he found himself alone in the streets after getting off the airplane.
There he was, walking with his heavy luggage, probably filled with clothes that no one in the US of A would wear, and maybe belacan seketul dua (just play along with me on this OK?), and suddenly a car honked at him from behind. He was shocked! This was his first day in this foreign country and he was already honked at!
He turned around, and he felt a little bit apprehensive, and he barely saw the driver. Because his knowledge of English was so scarce, he didn’t dare say anything, fearing that his mother tongue dialect would interfere. Suddenly, the driver called out...
“Budu?”
“Budu!”
The young man smiled. He found a little comfort in this foreign land at last.
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