While we were having dinner last night, Abang told us an incident that occured on his way back to the plant after having lunch with his Malay friends. He had to stop at the check point so that the police can inspect the car and the people inside.
In Malaysia, we normally called it 'Road block' but they call it 'check point' since they are many of them here. A check point is a stop point before anybody could enter the specific area. It operates to deter terrorist or criminal from entering the zone especially industrial area. Usually, if they saw a family (husband, wife and kids) occupied the car, they just let the car went off. But, if they suspected something inapt like all men in the car (especially all whites), they would stop the car and interrogate.
"Tadi, kat check point lepas balik lunch dengan S dan A, mat tu tanya abang, Filipini (Filipino)? Abang cakap la.. no!! Malazie.. (Malaysia). Suka dia dengar Malazie. Dia kata, Really? Malazie good.. good people"
Up to that point, I choked up. My eyes teared. Actually, I'm easily touched when anybody told me about how others (not Malaysian) look highly on Malaysia (the people and the country). Abang continued,
"Then abang kata Abdullah Badawi?? sambil tunjuk macam ni (thumb's up) kat dia. Lepas tu dia kata, nehhh!! Mahathir Mohammad!! sambil tunjuk cam ni (thumb's up). Mahathir Mohamad! (showed thumb's up), Abdullah Badawi! (showed thumb's down)"
I tried to cover myself from being seen by Abang. I didn't want him to see my watery eyes (it was tears then). But, Abang did notice,
"yang Neeza menangis tu apasal? Cerita pasal tu pun nak nangis?"
"Heheheee... mana ada nangis. Mana ada?" while wiping my tears.
"Tengok kakak.. Ummi nangis. Abah cerita pasal Mahathir dia nangis. apa la ummi ni.."
Abang teased me. He knew I was like that. I would definitely cry when I'm emotionally affected. Then kakak really had a big laugh towards me,
"Hahahaahaha!!! Ummi cry. Abah only say Mahathir and ummi cry. Hahahahahaaa!!!"
Kakak teased me even more using her broken English. Then Kakak asked me,
"Nape ummi nangis? Ummi sedih ye?"
"Ye la.. ummi sedih. Heheee.." I giggled.
Kind of weird. Crying without specific reasons, she may think. But my kids already used to see me cried and I can simply tell them "Ummi sedih" and they accepted the reasons wholeheartedly. I cried a lot. I have a very soft soul. I could cry when people think there's no reason to cry at all. My emotion is so very fragile (or my tears is very cheap? heheee...)