I was the first of sixteen in our group to clear customs at Perth International Airport. Everyone else was directed to join the long queue, but not me. I guess I owe it to my carry-on suitcase and sling bag- I didn’t look like I was trying to migrate!
The air was crisp, and very cold. Save for booths for car rentals, and for buying pre-paid SIM cards, there was little else.
And being the first one out of custom, I didn’t know what to do. I looked around and saw a group of young Malay children playing catch.
Well, they must be my relatives. I approached the lady who kept giving them menacing looks.
“Ni Cik Shikin eh?”
“Bukan, ni adik dia.” (No, I am her sister.) Oh betul lah, these are my rellies!
Cik Nojam’s firstborn, Syafiqah, came running.
“Ma, does she speak English?”