Having the 730pm T530 bus from Sri Muda back to Kota Kemuning has become their daily routine. Befriend with all RapidKL drivers and talk around. Sometimes the white shirt smart casual with Jeans and brown shoes handsome very fatherly-look uncle call me to get up to the bus, with very cool style.
I remember during my first ride in that bus from a totally strange place to another totally strange destination via a extremely strange road like a zombie ride,I was telling myself this is an opportunity to learn. Ask. So, after some distance, of course am sure I was in the right bus, I asked him when he was going to get down at AEON Big section 32. I asked him in Mandarin,
"Excuse me,Uncle, Jalan Anggerik is somewhere nearby here right?"
"Anggerik? Anggerik depan. "
Till today, this was the second time he asked me, "Do you speak Mandarin?"
"Yes, I do."
Today he added some more lil questions which he seldom want to (because I was just arrived in the rain and I greeted him), like
"You know Hokkien and English?"
"Yes I do."
And then he told his friend with an artist hat, "You may just speak English to her what." Very friendly smart uncle, a retired man or what idk. Have been living in KK for 15 years. Looking at them, I feel like they have a painting in them, with many colours, some have been faded, fading and some are bright, like they love their every day routine and conversation as well as interaction with people around them.
Well I have never comfortable with people thinking am a Banana or sort of thing like that, proud no definitely. A Chinese should be fluent in Mandarin, no offense, at least this is what upheld and taught by my family on me. Am always appreciate my mommy who sent me to a SJKC(which initially wasnt her decision but eventually mommy made a sharp change in decision). Root. This is why I love languages and sociology.