I just had a long drunk conversation with my uncle (I wasn’t drunk, he was) with him doing the talking most of the time while I just kept nodding on agreeing on everything he said.
He’s the brother of my mom and together with his whole family, they had been staying with us since yesterday and they’ll be going back home to Sibu later in the morning. At first, I got to admit that I was a bit uncomfortable with their presence equivalent to 10 people. The 3 kids are damn annoying, I thought, and never knew that I’m already an uncle to them.
That’s the problem if you didn’t go back to your mom’s longhouse for a number of years and being shy of mixing around with them. Consequences are really bad that I missed out the development of my mom’s family nor I even know who are my cousins from her side.
If only I could speak Iban fluently… sigh
I’m glad that they came.
Somehow this reminded me of Joyce’s written experience of her 2 different lifestyle between her mom’s hometown in KL and her dad’s village in Bario, which won her the IMPAC Dublin Literary Award in 2003. That was about 4 years ago when I first read it.
So back to the story.
I wouldn’t even thought about it if not for the Scotch that made my uncle to relate me his and mom’s endeavour of life from their once poor family background. Spoken in broken English, he admitted that he only know how to speak that language when he’s drunk. Hey, you’re talking about some Scotch whiskey here… and I just couldn’t stop smiling for his drunk behaviour.
Everything of what he said is personal but it’s a bit of everything of those hard times back in the longhouse from the olden days till now.
Later on, I reminded myself to give all the unwanted clothes to them. Observing them browsing through my old clothes made me feel pity of the way they live. Somehow, that contribution brought them a joy feeling knowing that they have new clothes to wear.
I still feel sad for them but I just realized one thing.
They’re so content of everything they have as long as they’re healthy and living together in one big family… all in the same longhouse.
Their lives will be better, I promise.