Originally written in Facebook - Thursday, November 19, 2009 at 12:09am
A really good book. I still have yet to finish it but itching to comment on it. So many memories of my life with Mmok (my grandma) and Ayyong. It is Trengganuland at its best....ask Nurul Asyikin and her elder sister Nurul Hidayah. Her mom was our neighbour whom I have forever known as Abbangku Yah (the 2 b's is on purpose to stress the Trengganu speak).
No conversation comes out from Mmok and Ayyong or Abbangku Yah other than in Trengganu speak. I have retaliate from Trengganu speak as long as I could remember. Not born in Trengganu so I constantly ignored it. Maybe even think of it lowly at some point of my turbulent teenage life.
Awang Goneng described his Mom so well that I could see both Mmok and Ayyong ... popping out of the pages of his book. The crystallized jelly brought back the days when Mmok make them too. Searching for the best warm sun to dry the jellies.
I actually stopped reading when the first "akok" (kuih akok - sweet dessert) word was used. My grandma sells akok in my neighborhood in Bukit Sekilau. I hate helping her....slaving over the burning of coconut husks, tears running on my cheeks, secretly planning a get away when I get older as I blew the flickers of fire on the husks. I pretended to hate akok in my teens.
I have to finish reading the book....it is slow as it brings too many memories of my Trengganu family!!
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