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bluebubblerin · 9 months ago

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Shu Itsuki - Chapter 1

Di ruang latihan kedap suara

Shu : ~.....♪

Shu : ♪~♪~♪

Shu : .........

Shu : Non! Tidak boleh! Aku meleset setengah langkah lagi dan kaki kananku terlambat tiga persepuluh detik!

Shu : Ahh, katakan kepadaku Mademoiselle! Dimana roda gigi yang rusak di sirkuit Itsuki Shu yang sudah disetel sempura ini!

Shu : Sekarang aku tidak bisa melihat kejayaanku yang dulu.

Shu : Aku tidak bisa melihatnya! Aku tidak bisa melihat benangnya, benangnya sudah robek berkeping-keping! Aku dan dunia ini terhubung melalui benang yang bisa mengendalikan orang lain untuk melakukan apa yang mereka mau!

Shu : Benang itu terputus! Aku tidak bisa melihat benang itu lagi!

Shu : Non! Kau tahu itu Mademoiselle! Ini hanya kekacauwan sementara. Uraikan benang kusut ini dan kembalikan ketanganku.

Shu : Aku.. akan kembali ke takhta itu....

Mademoiselle : Sekarang itu tidak penting, Shu-kun. Kamu sudah melebihi waktu sewa untuk ruangan ini, bukan?

Shu : Apa maksudmu “itu tidak penting”, padahal aku sedang menderita!

Shu : Dasar boneka, kau tidak mendengarkanku! Semua boneka sama saja!

Mademoiselle : Jangan khawatir, Shu-kun. Aku selalu menjadi kawanmu ♪

Shu : Kawanku? Non! Kamu sudah berkhianat! Kamu memotong benangku dari belakang.......!?

Shu : …………

Mademoiselle : Shu-kun? Ara, Ada apa? Kamu tiba-tiba terdiam?

Mademoiselle : ….. Apa kamu mati?

Mademoiselle : Hmm? Ah, ada tamu!

Mademoiselle : Selamat siang! Aku adalah boneka yang tidak memiliki nama. Shu-kun biasa memanggilku Mademoiselle!

Mademoiselle : Dari tempatmu disebelah kanan, kamu bisa melihat boneka perempuan yang manis bukan?

Mademoiselle : Itu aku, Mademoiselle! Ventrilokuisme? Fufu, kau pasti berpikir seperti itu, bukan?

Mademoiselle : Shu-kun itu anak yang pemalu. Jadi aku yang mengantikannya untuk berinteraksi dengan orang-orang yang tidak dikenal baik olehnya.

Shu : Jangan sentuh itu, Komusume!

Mademoiselle : Oh tidak! Ini mungkin sedikit merepotkan tapi bicaralah kepadaku saja, bukan Shu-kun, ya?

Mademoiselle : Shu-kun sedang sakit, jadi dia merasa panik saat ada orang yang mau menyentuhnya.

Mademoiselle : Aku akan mendengarkanmu, karena kita sesama perempuan, ayo kita berteman ♪

Mademoiselle : Fumu, fumu? Begitu rupanya, aku mengerti!

Mademoiselle : Nee, Shu-kun. Anzu-chan sedang bekerja paruh waktu di sekolah, katanya dia harus membersihkan ruangan ini.

Mademoiselle : Maaf menganggumu, ayo kita ‘pulang’?

Mademoiselle : Maaf ya, Anzu-chan. Duduk dulu ya. Tunggu? Namamu Anzu?

Mademoiselle : Jadi kamu adalah ‘anak pindahan’ yang membantu ‘Trickstar’ mengalahkan ‘Fine’?

Mademoiselle : Oh.. begitu

Shu : Cih! Cih! Cih!

Mademoiselle : Ah, Shu-kun berdecih kesal! Itu berarti suasana hatinya buruk. Shu-kun tidak suka obrolan yang tidak penting. Maaf ya, bisakah kamu keluar sebentar?

Mademoiselle : Ya, Shu-kun sepertinya mau ganti baju dan beres-beres. Bisakah kamu menunggu di lorong?

Mademoiselle : Ya, dadah~ ♪

Shu : Mademoiselle!

Mademoiselle : Ada apa, Shu-kun? Ngomong-ngomong jangan membuatku berbicara terus-terusan, yang lain akan menatapku aneh.

Shu : Jangan konyol! Kamu tidak perlu khawatir dengan tatapan dari orang vulgar itu! Daripada itu, apa yang kamu pikirkan? Dia murid pindahan yang dirumorkan itukan?

Shu : Aaah! Menyebalkan, aku ingin merobek perutnya dan mengisinya dengan kapas!

Mademoiselle : Kejamnya! Dia tidak merebut apa-apa, semuanya karena Shu-kun lambat. Jadi kamu didahului, bukan?

Mademoiselle : Tapi bukankah itu percuma saja mengeluh ketika nasi sudah menjadi bubur?

Shu : Ini tidak baik! Aku tahu itu, tapi aku sangat menderita! Aah.. seluruh tubuhku rasanya hancur berkeping-keping!

Shu : Fine, Tenshouin Eichi yang kubenci!

Shu : Aku tidak percaya akan dikalahkan oleh kuda hitam itu, mereka menganggu rencanaku!

Shu : Apa yang harus kulakukan dengan rasa melankolia ini? Amarah ini! Katakan kepadaku, Mademoiselle!

Shu : Haruskah aku mengubah hasrat kreatifku menjadi pertunjukan boneka yang indah?

Mademoiselle : Tenanglah, Shu-kun! Anzu-chan sudah kembali. Maaf! Sebentar lagi!

Mademoiselle : Biarkan Shu-kun melakukan drama kecilnya ini sekitar satu jam lagi, ini adalah ritual pentingnya!

Mademoiselle : Eh, kamu tidak bisa menunggu lagi? Aku mengerti! Aku juga terkadang merasa muak dengan Shu-kun yang egois ini!

Mademoiselle : Kamu mau bersih-bersih? Kami menghalangimu ya? Eh-eh?

Shu : Jangan sentuh Mademoiselle! Komusume!

Shu : Kalian manusia-manusia vulgar tidak mengerti nilai suatu benda! Kamu sama saja, kamu tidak mengerti keindahan ini! Kalian Marionette murahan yang mudah terbawa suasana!

Mademoiselle : Ahaha. Maaf ya, Anzu-chan. Aku adalah boneka antik yang sudah tua.

Mademoiselle : Terlepas dari usiaku, sekalinya aku terjatuh aku bisa hancur berkeping-keping.

Mademoiselle : Eh? Aku boneka yang manis? Terima kasih, kamu baik sekali♪

Shu : Kakaka! Tentu saja Mademoiselle adalah boneka yang sangat manis, kamu punya mata yang tajam. Namun, aku tidak mau mengakuinya! Aku bersikeras!

Shu : Aku tidak berniat berteman denganmu, itu tidak akan pernah terjadi!

Mademoiselle : Benar! Kamu tau ya, bajuku ini dibuat oleh Shu-kun. Dibandingkan kulitku, baju ini terlihat baru bukan?

Mademoiselle : Shu-kun adalah anggota klub kerajinan! Tangannya sangat berbakat. Apakah kamu juga suka menjahit?

Shu : Aku dengar itu! Kamu belajar dibawah bimbingan Kiryuu untuk membuat baju Trickstar dan yang lainnya, bukan?

Shu : Kiryuu tidak pernah berubah, dia masih saja membantu orang- orang lemah.

Mademoiselle : Benar! Kuro-kun dan Shu-kun adalah teman masa kecil ♪

Shu : Hmph! Dia menyia-nyiakan bakatnya!

Shu : Kalau kamu datang kepadaku, aku bisa membuatnya dengan lebih cepat dan cermat!

Shu : Sekarang hubungan itu sudah terputus bersama dengan benangnya!

Mademoiselle : Hah.... Seperti yang kamu lihat, Shu-kun anak yang cukup merepotkan. Semoga kita bisa berteman dengan baik, Anzu-chan.

Mademoiselle : Aku tertarik denganmu ♪

Shu : Aku benci dia! Jangan ganggu keharmonisan sekolah ini!

Mademoiselle : Ya, benar! Sama seperti bajuku, baju yang dikenakan Shu-kun adalah buatanya sendiri!

Mademoiselle : Karena kamu murid pindahan, mungkin kamu belum tahu tentang Valkyrie.

Mademoiselle : Valkyrie sudah lama tidak aktif. Shu-kun, Mika-chan, dan Nazuna-chan....

Mademoiselle : Mereka bertiga adalah unit veteran yang cukup terkenal, bukan?

Shu : Jangan banyak bicara, Mademoiselle!

Shu : Keluar kamu, Anzu! Aku harus menyelaraskan jiwa dan hatiku. Bernyanyi, menari, dan selesai!

Shu : Seperti namanya ‘Valkyrie’, aku akan membawamu ke surga (Valhalla)

Mademoiselle : Hentikan, sudah kukatakan kalau kita menganggu Anzu-chan yang sedang bekerja.....

Mademoiselle : Maaf ya, Anzu-chan. Shu-kun memang anak yang egois ♪

Selesai

Notes :

Shu menyebut dirinya dengan Boku (僕). Boku diterjemahkan sebagai 'aku' karena merupakan kata ganti orang peratama yang bersifat sopan tapi informal. Kata Boku biasa digunakan oleh anak laki-laki dan perempuan yang tomboy.

Kata 'benang' berasal dari kanji Ito (糸). Ito (糸) bisa diartikan sebagai tali, benang, atau senar. Untuk terjemahanku aku pakai Ito (糸) sebagai benang.

Mademoiselle disuarakan oleh Shu menggunakan suara yang feminim.

Shu memanggil Anzu dengan sebutan Komusume (小娘) yang secara harfiah bisa diartikan sebagai gadis kecil, anak perempuan.

"....ayo kita 'pulang' " kata 'pulang' disini menggunakan kata 'Oitoma (おいとま)' Oitoma (おいと/まお暇) memiliki arti yang mirip dengan Kaeru (帰る) yaitu pulang. Penggunaan Oitoma digunakan sebagai penekanan akan meninggalkan tempat itu dan tidak memiliki tujuan pulang yang jelas. Kalau Kaeru digunakan sebagai penekanan akan pulang dan jelas tujuannya pulang ke rumah atau ke tempat asal.

kuda hitam adalah Trickstar.

#shu itsuki #enstars indo

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nekolovepun12 · 2 years ago

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¿ Una pregunta para los hermanos Chans bueno como les castigan sus padres si se portan mal ?

Otra ¿ Como reaccionaria los hijos de chara y sans de gacha al conocer a sus hermanos y primos de genodtale ?

Sasha: nasi rodzice zwykle nas karzą, jeśli zrobimy coś złego, np. tata dał mi szlaban za zbieranie noży kuchennych w moim pokoju, mam ich 570 na ścianie nad biurkiem, za zniszczenie połowy babci szkolnej Toriel, ja nie. Nie robię tego celowo, po prostu dlatego, że nadal musi kontrolować swoje szkieletowe moce.

Rain: Zostałem uziemiony z gamerhuntingu za pobicie Kristofera z Lovetrune, ponieważ zaczął flirtować z Asfrelem i moją siostrą, kiedy nie był w Lovedtale, ale był w Pacyfisttale.

Adren, Cristal, Shasha Rain:estaremos felices de ver primos de otra au,pero por favor nada ,de abrazos aplastantes xD!

#Chans #niños #pacifistale

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shaviraananda01 · 2 years ago

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Entah keberuntungan darimana, hari itu Chan dan Felix memiliki jadwal kosong yang sama di jam 10 sama seperti jadwal Minho padahal biasanya jadwal mereka sering bertabrakan. Sedari tadi Chan masih bersiap untuk berangkat, setelah rapi mengenakan setelan celana jeans hitam yang dipadukan dengan kaos putih dan jacket jeans, dia keluar dari kamar dengan bibir yang tidak berhenti tersenyum semenjak bangun pagi.

"Chan berangkat ya mah"

"Oke hati-hati sayang"

Setelah sarapan dan berpamitan Chan bergegas ke depan untuk memakai sepatu dan berangkat ke tujuan. Hanya butuh sekitar 20 menit untuk sampai di kos Felix. Sekarang sudah pukul 10 lebih 15. Dan dia sudah didepan kos bernuansa hijau yang bersusun. Langkahnya bergerak pelan menuju lantai dua dimana kamar Felix berada, posisi kamar Felix berada di deretan sebelah kanan nomer dua dari tangga. Kos-kosan itu memang berhadapan satu sama lain ada 5 deret kamar yang saling menghadap

Tok tok tok

Sudah tiga kali pintu diketuk tapi si Felix si pemilik kamar itu masih saja belum menunjukan batang hidungnya, kamarnya juga terasa kosong dan sepi

Kemana si tuh bocah. Gumamnya dengan kesal

Karena merasa tidak ada tanda kehidupan, Chan putuskan untuk pergi ke kampus siapa tau anak itu disana, pikirnya. Tubuh berbadan tegap itu berbalik dan melangkah menuju tangga di sebelah kanan untuk turun ke bawah. Chan baru melangkahkan kakinya dua kali sebelum

Deg.

Kedua manik Chan membulat sempurna ketika menangkap sosok di depan yang berjalan berlawanan menuju ke atas. Iya itu Minho, sepasang mata mereka bertemu begitu saja. Menyorotkan berjuta pesona Lee Minho. Dia cantik, bulu mata yang panjang terlihat sangat jelas dari atas, maniknya bening seperti boba dan bibirnya sangat tipis. Dia mengenakan sweater warna coklat dan celana putih

"Oh?"

Minho tersenyum membuat kaki Chan lemas.

"Minho bukan?"

"Eh? Iya kaa.. ka Chirst kan ya?"

Pria bermarga bang itu pura-pura tidak kenal

"Iya, Minho kamu mau kemana?"

Lagi, dia pura-pura tidak tau lagi.

"Aku mau ke kos Jeongin ini ka, kalo Kaka sendiri?"

"Oh kalo aku mau ke kos Felix tapi anaknya malah gak ada jadinya mau kekampus"

"Hoalahh gitu, yaudah aku duluan ya ka"

"Oke Min"

Badan Minho yang lebih kecil melintas di samping tubuh Chan, namun karena tangganya cukup sempit mereka saling memiringkan badanya. Tidak lupa Chan curi pandang ke wajah Minho, sungguh Minho terlihat menakjubkan dilihat dari sisi manapun

Kaki chan tidak bergerak sedari tadi, dia menunggu sosok pria manis itu untuk sampai di kamar Jeongin, matanya melirik ke atas untuk amati pria itu

"Dorr"

"Setan!!"

Pria dengan setelah kaos dan kolor muncul tiba-tiba didepan Chan.

"Felix astaga!?!!"

Tanpa sadar Minho juga otomatis menengok karena ikut terkejut

"Lo ngapain si bengong di tangga?!"

"Ngga, yaudah ayo naik"

Tubuh Chan berbalik dan langsung menuju ke atas, sedari tadi Minho masih memperhatikan sampai Jeongin akhirnya menyuruhnya masuk. Sungguh demi apapun rasanya malu sekali sekaligus gemetar.

"Lo darimana sih?! Lama banget dari tadi gue nungguin"

"Hehe maap abis beli sarapan nih, laper boss" Jawabnya sambil sibuk buka kunci pintu kamarnya."

"Gue masih gemeter njirr gara-gara Lo kagetin! Tanggung jawab"

"Ya siapa suruh bengong di lante mana ganggu jalan, makanya

Felix sudah membuka kamarnya. Ternyata kamar teman Minho terletak di deretan depan kamar Felix nomer tiga.

"Sini masuk"

"Mana jajan gue?" Tanya Felix sembari membuka bungkusan nasi rames di lantai

"Loh tuh yaa, bener-bener deh"

"Nihh"

Sebungkus kresek berisi jajanan mendarat di depan Felix.

"Makasi, jadi Lo mau ngapain di sini?"

Chan yang tadinya duduk di ranjang Felix naik ke kasur untuk rebahkan dirinya

"Lo tau Minho kan"

"Oh temen si Jeongin? emang tadi anak itu udah ke kosnya?"

Chan balikan tubuhnya hingga berposisi tengkurap sedangkan si pemilik kamar sedang lesehan dilantai sembari menyuapkan nasi di mulut.

"Lo suka?"

"Lebih ke naksir si"

"Ooh, jadi mau ngedeketin"

"Penginya gitu"

"Yaudah samperin aja sonoh"

"Ya gak gitu juga lah lix, ngapain gue tiba-tiba nyamperin anak itu tiba-tiba tanpa alesan. Aneh bgt"

"Haha" tawa Felix dengan mulut penuh nasi

Manik Chan sengaja menghadap ke jendela untuk sedikit mencuri pandang pada sosok Minho, siapa tau pria itu keluar untuk sekedar buang sampah atau apa, tapi tidak tidak ada tanda apapun.

"Lo ada makul ngga hari ini"

"Ada nanti siang"

"Okee"

Sembari menunggu Minho, Chan buka ponselnya untuk menstalking Minho lagi.

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notalardayasayanbirisii · 1 year ago

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Chans room eskisi gibi olmazsa divelarin nasi anasini sikiyorum izleyin

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aelion99 · 4 months ago

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Sigma Day - Yeonjunzze 🍷☠️

𝕵𝖊𝖛𝖓𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊: damn dude si female alpha dengan aura gelap segelap matinya lampu di lagu nassar oppa. Meskipun keliatan se damn dude dan se kekar itu, kayaknya aslinya dia emang kekar sih.

𝖓𝖆𝖔𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖎: dia bilang dia alpha? Tapi bagi gw si alpha dominan, dd yang satu ini masih ditahap pertumbuhan. Masih kitten imut tapi tetap sigma dan skibidi ahoy.

𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖊: adik ini memang dari awal sudah berbakat menjadi sigma skibidi (skibidi apa sih tp kayaknya itu kata kata bagus), dari awal memperlihatkan betapa alphamartnya dia.

𝖞𝖚𝖏𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖚𝖓: partner ngemc kemarinku ini, hm sudah cocok deh kayaknya jd alpha alpha karena tadi dia mengeluarkan foto alpha oomf-chan yang sangat persis, sangat sigma.

𝕴𝖊𝖊𝖏𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖎: alpha dengan feromon knalpot pertama kali di dunia. Keren juga ya, berarti baunya kayak asep knalpot yang motornya di geber geber gak sih? Tapi gapapa asal gak mmerugikan orang aja ya. Very sigma chocolatos.

𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖞𝖗𝖎: best alpha setelah gw (karena lahir di tahun yang sama) dia kayaknya tipe yang alpha yang menyukai kitten dengan feromon makanan lokal nusantara, salah satunya nasi padang.

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thisissib · 1 year ago

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Bali mùa chớm mưa | Nov '23

Chuyến đi Bali được quyết định quá chóng vánh, thú thực bay từ Hanoi mất tận 5 tiếng nên nếu không phải có lí do thì chắc mình sẽ rất lười chọn Bali là điểm đến du lịch 😂. Mình đi với tâm thế không mong đợi quá nhìu, và vì thế đã có rấc nhìu đìu bất ngờ dễ thưn ��

1.🍃 Điều mình ấn tượng nhất về Bali và văn hoá của họ mà mình khám phá được là lễ năm mới. Mình đã viết thế này:

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/ Get inspired by Nyepi - Balinese New Year, by how they have a whole day to celebrate in silience and connecting back with nature 🍃🌼🌾⛰️ . The entire island will close, almost no tourist, everyone stay at home or be outside maybe barefooted, whispering or even stay completely silence, turn off all the lights at night to embrace the sky & stars ✨.

"Nyepi's wisdom wispers in the night" 📍SAKA Museum, Ayana Resort /

Mình nghĩ rằng mình sẽ thực hiện việc này, có thể không vào Tết vì ở HN khá lạnh, nhưng mình sẽ chọn 1 ngày giữa năm cuối hạ đầu thu để trải nghiệm. I hope that could be my new yearly ritual. 🌷✨

2.🍃 Most Dreamy Beach ever!

My Canggu experience brought such a rustic vibe that i hvnt had before. Ráng chiều chiếu vàng, các bạn đều nằm dài ra dưới nắng. Từng chi tiết của hotel mình ở như trong Pinterest bước ra, những cái ô rủ tua rua, những cái gối nhỏ xinh được đan vặn thừng, tông màu dusty white chủ đạo, hồ bơi thì màu xanh ngọc nhàn nhạt. Ôi tôy mê lắm 😂.

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Điều đỉnh nhất là họ có cả 1 sân thượng phòng gym open space siu to khổng lồ với view biển và they even have deadlift barbell !!! 🥹

Trời ơi tôi rất là sung sướng. Đi du lịch mê nhất là có phòng tập, bthg chỉ có resort có và cũng thường k có tạ deadlift à nha. Mà ở Green Room Canggu vì họ là Surf Club nên có cả gym nữa, và chỉ với giá sooo affordable $65/đêm phòng 2 người 💕

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/ Where to stay in Bali? /

Bali là đảo siu rộng lớn, và có rất nhìu thị trấn với nét riêng biệt khác nhau.

Lần này mình đi 5 đêm, 1 đêm đầu Ubud, 3 đêm giữa Jimbaran, 1 đêm cuối Canggu. Di chuyển hơi vội ngày đầu do bay đầu HN tới đã 5.5 tiếng, đi tiếp tới Ubud 2 tiếng hơn nữa cổng cả thảy di chuyển ngày đầu từ lúc lên sbay nội bài chắc 12 tiếng quá =)))))

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🍃 Ubud là làng cổ, yên bình và tĩnh lặng, mọi người thường tới thiền tập và yoga. 🌊 Canggu náo nhiệt, là thị trấn của surfing & party, cũng có rất nhiều boutique shops, art gallery và một số resort phong cách nghệ nghệ ngay cạnh (Seminyak giáp với Canggu lun). ⛰️ Jimbaran thì là khu vực của nhiều resort cao cấp xịn xò và ngay gần airport lun nha.

Do mình đi conference nên cần sxep Jimbaran vào khung giữa, còn nếu mn tự plan đi Bali thì mình suggest nên ở 2 đêm Ubud, 2 đêm Canggu/Seminyak, rồi mới tới khu vực resort cao cấp Jimbaran (hoặc theo chiều ngược lại đều okie để tiện đường di chuyển).

/ What to eat? /

Đồ ăn Bali đối với cá nhân mình thì không quá đa dạng (mình nêu được ý kiến chủ quan thui).

Street food của Bali chủ yếu xoay quanh: 🌟1. Satey ‑ thịt nướng với gia vị đặc trưng 🌟2. Nasi Goreng ‑ cơm (nasi) chiên trộn sốt 3. Mie Bakso hoặc Mie Ayam ‑ mì (mie) thịt viên hoặc rưới sốt gà 4. rấc rấc nhìu phồng tôm ăn với các loại sốt

Một số món nhà hàng: 🌟5. Chicken Tongseng (canh gà hơi giống cari nhưng chan được, cái này ngon kiểu đặc biệt giống đi Thái phải ăn Tomyum í) 6. Bebek (vịt quay) 7. Lawar/Urap (nộm trộn các thứ nma tôy ko thấy ngon ăn cho biết thì ok)

Hải sản thì gần như không có gì đặc sắc nha 😂😂😂 Còn lại các món khác như lợn sữa quay thì giống việt nam. HẾT!!! Các món đánh dấu sao thì mn must try nhé 🔥, mà thôi thử hết đi vì có mấy đâu mà không ăn được ạ???

Vậy nên nói về đa dạng ẩm thực thì chấm điểm 6/10 so với Việt Nam hay Thái Lan tôy phải chấm điểm một 9 một 10 😌

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Mọi người đi Bali hay đi mấy điểm nổi tiếng là (1) Đảo Nusa Penida, (2.1) Đền Pura Lempuyang ‑ hay chụp kiểu cổng trời hoặc (2.2) Đền Uluwatu ‑ ngôi đền ở sát mỏm đá cạnh biển khá đẹp; thường đi 1 trong hai do nó ở hai phía khá ngược và (3) nếu đi Ubud thì hay đi Bali Swing.

🐶 Mình không đi cả 3 =)))))) vì những lý do rất khác người ạ, mình nêu ra cho zui để mn tham khạo thui chứ k phải mình ko recommend gì nha 😂

‑ Đảo Nusa Penida khum đi vì đi mất nguyên 1 ngày mà thời gian với mình khá tight, với mình thích khám phá văn hoá con người ăn uống hơn chứ biển thì mình có high expectation lém vì biển VN mình quá đẹp zồi, nên cúi cùng mình khum đi

‑ Đền Cổng Trời thì tại mình hơi ngại việc tới để chụp ảnh checkin mà thực ra cái reflection là một cái mâm nước í mn chứ k phải cả cái hồ to đùng đâu =))))) ở Nhật cũng nhiều chỗ kiểu instagramable có mâm nước. Cá nhân mình thì ko thấy cái sự mâm nước này hay lắm nên thui ạ

‑ Đền Uluwatu thì mình nghĩ rất đẹp, cạnh biển lun mà nên ai có sắp xếp đi được thì nên đi nha. Mình khum đi vì hơi xa di chuyển, nếu đi thì mình không qua Canggu chơi đủ thời gian nên mình đã pick Canggu over Uluwatu ạ

‑ Swing Bali khum đi vì ở đây ngắm ruộng bậc thang, thật lòng thì xin lỗi Bali chứ ruộng bậc thang Sapa cửa trên phải mấy nước ạ =)))))

Vậy tui đã đi đâuuuu?

📍 Ubud

Ubud dành nguyên ngày lái xe vòng vòng thuộc luôn đường đi phố cổ, chỉ chưa dám đi xa hẳn ra rìa vì cũng nhìu xe ngta lái nhanh mà ngược side lái của VN nữa. Với sự khám phá nài tôi được piết Ubud rấc rấc ít Street Food chỉ toàn Warung (restaurant) thui nha các pạn !!! Đừng như tui phóng xe hoài đi tìm m��t công ghê lun ó. Nhưn bù lại may mắn kiếm đc 2 quán ăn quá trời ngon 💕

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✔️ Nhà hàng: Murni's Warung và Bebek Bengil. Riêng ăn ở 2 nhà hàng này đã kha khá món Bali lun zùi ✔️ Cafe: WYAH ‑ Creative & Art Space ✔️ Thuê xe máy lái vòng vòng ✔️ Ăn được 1 món street food random là cơm bụi thịt lợn trộn ăn kèm salad dừa và topping lòng non rán giòn rụm, serve kèm canh xương

📍Jimbaran

Jimbaran thì mình ở trong khu Ayana siu rộng và có rất nhìu thứ để khám phá. 2 ngày ngoài thời gian chính là hội thảo mình cũng kịp đi thăm thú kha khá lun 🥰

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✔️ Ngắm ho��ng hôn và vibe siu đỉnh ở Rock Bar ✔️ Vầy nước ở bãi biển private Kubu Beach (vì có biết bơi đâu) ✔️ Thăm SAKA museum và học được nhìu điều văn hoá rất hay ho của Balinese ✔️ Hồ bơi của Ayana rất đỉnh, mn hãy ghé Ocean Beach Pool & River Pool ‑ sooo instagramable lun ✔️ Forest Bar có đoạn cầu đi trên cao giữa rừng cũng rất xinh

📍Canggu

Canggu ở được đúng chưa đầy 24h nhưng lại rấc đáng iu. Nơi này có street food nha mn!!! Mình đã đạp xe 6‑7km chơi xung quanh đạp lên đồi xún đồi các kiu rấc vui. Vội quá chưa kịp thăm mí boutique với art gallery saved trc đó nma cũng k sao, chỉ nằm ườn ở Green Room lúc ráng chìu mình cũng quá thoả mãn zùiiii 🌷🍃✨

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✔️ Đã ăn đc street food ở đây đủ món =))) ✔️ Mua mang về được quả Mây (snake skin fruit). Ôi quả Mây ăn ở bali ngon hơn hẳn loại ăn ở vn ạ, đỉnh lém mn đi vào siêu thị Festive hầu hết town nào cũng có, mua loại tầm 5400 idr/lạng í là loại xịn nhất ngon ngọt nhứt lun trời ơi nó thơmmmmm

Bye bye Bali 🙏🏻

Kết thúc chuyến đi 5 đêm, 3 thị trấn và vô vàn bức ảnh xinh 🍃. Mình có recommend mn tới Bali khám phá không?

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Câu trả lời là có nếu: ‑ mn ở đầu Saigon thì bay chỉ tầm 3 tiếng, còn ở HN thì ko ngại bay xa thì tạm ổn ‑ trải nghiệm văn hoá mới nhưng có nét tương đồng với VN ‑ không quá quá đam mê ăn uống vì ẩm thực ở đây cũng k quá phong phú ‑ mê surfing mún học thử thì veri goooood the vibe is amazingggg

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akirakf · 1 year ago

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Huaaaa bosan!! Entah kenapa, selasa ini semua dosen kompak mengadakan kelas asinkronus, dimana kami hanya mengerjakan tugas di rumah dan tidak perlu datang ke kampus. Aku kan, jadi bingung mau ngapain di rumah.

Kalau kau bilang 'ya kerjain tugasnya dong' oh, enggak dulu ya bestie. Selain ada dosen yang belum ngasih tugas, aku belum ada ide buat menulis essay tentang pengantar ilmu hukum. Masih mampet otakku, chuy.

Maka aku keluar kamar, dan pergi ke dapur. Mama dan Papa pasti sudah berangkat. Kalau si Bang Sat, kayaknya sih masih tidur. Tadi kamarnya masih tutupan sih. Dan aku baru ingat, hari ini Mbak Inah--asisten rumah tangga kami--sedang pulang kampung. Makanya, kulihat ada tumpukan cucian piring di wastafel, dan juga dua piring nasi goreng di atas meja makan. Sepertinya, Mama habis masak buru-buru pergi ke kampus untuk melaksanakan tugasnya sebagai dosen killer.

Maka sebagai anak yang baik, aku langsung membereskan cucian piring usai menyantap nasi goreng milikku. Eits, tak cuma cuci piring. Dapur dan meja makan pun aku bersihkan.

Dan, jeng jeng! Dapur sudah bersih. Siap untuk kupakai eksperimen nanti siang.

Hmmm, tapi kok kayaknya bersih-bersih dapur aja nanggung ya. Maka aku langsung menyetel musik keras-keras, mengambil sapu dan berniat untuk membersihkan setiap sudut rumah Fujimine.

Lagu yang diputar, agar semangat ngebabu.

Saat anthem ngebabu mulai terdengar di penjuru rumah, aku mulai membereskan ruang tamu lebih dulu. Tidak begitu berantakan sih, hanya ada bekas koran yang tadi pagi dibaca Papa sambil ngopi. Iya, cangkir kopi kosongnya masih di meja.

"Chan chan~ ai chiki chiki bang bang~" aku bernyanyi mengikuti irama, sambil membereskan sisa ritual paginya Papa itu.

Dan, chan chan! Ruang tamu kini sudah bersih!

Pindah ke ruang keluarga, lagu pun berganti. Untung, ruang tengah tidak begitu berantakan. Yah, Mama itu orangnya rapi banget sih.

"Kolak kolak kolak sop fanta sprit~ Kolak kolak kolak es plastik~ Fanta spirt fanta sprit es plastik es plastik~"

Sambil bersenandung ngawur, kubereskan apa yang bisa kubereskan di ruang keluarga ini.

Oke, minus kamar mandi, lantai satu beres. Bersihin kamar mandi tugasnya Kakak aja. Kalau kamar orangtua serta ruang kerja mereka di lantai satu, tanggung jawab mereka aja. Kalau ada barang hilang, aku gak mau disalahkan.

Anthem pun berganti.

"Kudengar gosip gosip tentang dirimu~ Oh aku tahu itu hanya bohong~"

Sambil bernyanyi dengan terjemahan Indonesia sok tahu, aku mulai membereskan ruangan favoritku dan Kakak di lantai dua. Iya, ruang nonton ala-ala.

"Dakara rumor rumor oh make a rumor~ Boku wa gak percaya~"

Dilanjut dengan membereskan spot favoritku, yang masih banyak buku berserakan karena semalam aku malas membereskan.

Sip, spot favorit di lantai dua udah, sekarang tinggal membereskan mushola rumah.

Iya bestie, rumahku ada musholanya. Cuma ruangan seukuran kamar tidur yang memang khusus ibadah kok.

Karena mau beresin mushola, aku mengganti anthemku.

Kan, Kakakku habis sholat subuh, sarungnya gak dilipat lagi. Jadinya aku, yang membereskannya. Tentu saja sambil nyanyi.

"Adaaa sajadah panjang membentanggg~"

Dan mushola pun kembali rapi!

Oke, kini spot terakhir yang harus kubersihkan. Apalagi kalau bukan kamarku sendiri. Kamar kakak juga bodo amat lah, orangnya belum bangun. Padahal sudah jam 9 pagi.

Anthemnya pun bisa pas, lagu kesukaanku!

"Eungdaphara over! Junbi hara over~!"

Sambil bernyanyi, aku mulai melipat selimutku, serta membereskan bantalku yang rada bau iler. Nanti deh, aku ganti sarung bantalnya.

Kasur beres, kini ke spot yang paling berantakan di kamarku. Apalagi kalau bukan meja belajar. Buku materi dimana-mana, kertas modul juga. Belum lagi kertas coretan lirik laguku.

"Urineun jijijik yeogineun jijijik NO CONTROL~"

"Dek, kok pagi-pagi kamu udah karaokean?" tanya kakakku, yang entah sejak kapan sudah di depan kamarku. Apa dia kebangun karena aku berisik karaokean sambil bersih-bersih?

"Produktif dong! Karaoke sambil ngebabu. Sana sarapan, piringnya mau gue cuci!" usirku.

"Lah tumben lo pagi-pagi ngebabu?"

"Gak usah komen, sana makan!" omelku. Kak Satoshi pun tidak membantah, dan langsung menghilang begitu saja.

Dengan beresnya meja belajarku, maka kegiatan bersih-bersihku selesai!

Minus cangkir kopinya Papa sama piring nasi gorengnya Kak Satoshi sih.

Jakarta, 29 November 2022

Akira Kusumawardhana Fujimine

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webblogdot · 1 year ago

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one-day trip to alor setar

9:00 AM: Start your day with a visit to the Zahir Mosque, the largest mosque in Kedah state. The mosque is a beautiful example of traditional Malay architecture, and it is a popular tourist destination.

10:00 AM: After visiting the mosque, head to the Kedah Paddy Museum to learn about the history and culture of rice cultivation in Kedah. The museum is located in a beautiful setting surrounded by rice fields, and it offers a unique insight into the life of a rice farmer.

11:00 AM: For lunch, head to the Pekan Rabu Complex, a traditional market where you can find a variety of local food and souvenirs. Be sure to try some of the famous laksa, a spicy noodle soup that is a specialty of Kedah.

12:00 PM: After lunch, take a walk around the Alor Setar Waterfront, a charming riverside area with shops, restaurants, and a park. You can also take a boat ride on the river for a different perspective of the city.

1:00 PM: In the afternoon, visit the Alor Setar Tower, a 165-meter tall tower that offers stunning views of the city and surrounding countryside. The tower also has a revolving restaurant where you can enjoy a meal with a view.

2:00 PM: In the evening, head to the Aman Central shopping mall, the largest shopping mall in Alor Setar. The mall has a wide variety of shops, restaurants, and entertainment options.

4:00 PM: For dinner, head to one of the many restaurants in Alor Setar that serve a variety of Malaysian and international cuisine. Be sure to try some of the local specialties, such as nasi kandar, a rice dish served with a variety of curries and side dishes.

6:00 PM: After dinner, take a walk around the city center and enjoy the nightlife. There are a number of bars and clubs in Alor Setar where you can relax and enjoy a drink with friends.

8:00 PM: End your day with a visit to the Alor Setar Night Market, a lively market where you can find a variety of food, souvenirs, and other goods. The market is a great place to experience the local culture and people.

This is just a suggested itinerary, and you can customize it to fit your interests and time constraints. Alor Setar is a great city to explore, and there is something for everyone to enjoy.

There are many great Chinese restaurants in Alor Setar, but some of the most popular and highly-rated include:

Woo Foo Lou is a dim sum restaurant that has been serving up delicious Cantonese cuisine for over 30 years. The dim sum is fresh and flavorful, and the service is excellent.

Hainan Orkid Tropica is a seafood restaurant that specializes in Hainanese cuisine. The fish head curry is a must-try, and the seafood is always fresh and cooked to perfection.

Chan Kee Restaurant is a Hong Kong-style roast meat restaurant that is known for its crispy roast pork and char siu. The Peking duck is also excellent.

Lean Huat Laksa is a laksa restaurant that serves up some of the best laksa in Alor Setar. The laksa is rich and flavorful, and the noodles are perfectly cooked.

Restoran New Le Tian is a Chinese restaurant that serves up a variety of dishes, including chicken rice, char kway teow, and claypot dishes. The food is always fresh and delicious.

These are just a few of the many great Chinese restaurants in Alor Setar. With so many options to choose from, you're sure to find a restaurant that you'll love.

Here are some other highly-rated Chinese restaurants in Alor Setar:

Dede Moda Restaurant

Kim Hoe

Restaurant Cha Kee

XiXiang Kaya Kopitiam - Aman Central

Restoran Hai Choo

XIAO MAN KITCHEN

AKS

Kafe Chin Venlin

Restoran Hai Choo is a restaurant located in Alor Setar, Malaysia. It is a popular spot for both locals and tourists, and is known for its delicious food and affordable prices. The restaurant serves a wide variety of dishes, including Chinese, Malay, and Indian cuisine. Some of the most popular dishes include:

Nasi lemak: This is a popular Malaysian dish made with rice cooked in coconut milk and pandan leaves, and served with a variety of side dishes, such as sambal, peanuts, and hard-boiled eggs.

Char kway teow: This is a stir-fried noodle dish made with flat rice noodles, shrimp, eggs, and Chinese sausage.

Hokkien mee: This is a stir-fried noodle dish made with yellow noodles, shrimp, eggs, and Chinese sausage.

Beef rendang: This is a slow-cooked beef dish that is marinated in a blend of spices and coconut milk.

Chicken curry: This is a flavorful curry dish made with chicken, potatoes, and a blend of spices.

Restoran Hai Choo is a great place to try some of the best food that Malaysia has to offer. The restaurant is clean and well-maintained, and the staff is friendly and welcoming. The food is delicious and affordable, and you are sure to find something to your taste.

Here are some reviews from TripAdvisor:

"This is one of my favorite restaurants in Alor Setar. The food is always delicious and the prices are very reasonable. I highly recommend trying the nasi lemak or the char kway teow." - John

"I've been coming to this restaurant for years and I've never been disappointed. The food is always fresh and cooked to perfection. The service is also excellent." - Jane

"This is a great place to try some authentic Malaysian food. The prices are very reasonable and the portions are generous. I highly recommend it!" - Susan

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jisungism · 6 years ago

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i just found out that jisung used to buy nasi goreng (fried rice) every single day when he lived in malaysia and went by the name “JI JI”

my heart: shaking

#yikes how dare he #nasi goreng is so good tho #good choice jiji #JIJI #JIJI HADID #shh #jisungism.txt #stray kids #bang chan #han jisung #stray kids imagines #seo changbin #stray kids scenarios #hwang hyunjin #kim seungmin #my sun moon and star

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slowlydiving · 3 years ago

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they're doing suuuuuch a good job with ot3 arirang I'm so impressed

(I think I'll do a little live blogging here ^^ ⤵️)

their twirling 😂

It's about Indonesian and Korean travel destinations now, Chan is ruthlessly promoting his hometown ^^

sudden penalty, jun has to dance lol ahahahah

Chan is praising jeju seafood (he personally likes raw fish/something like sushi), he's saying if you try it it will make you think you have to go back to jeju soon

Jun is recommending Jeollado and the MC immediately thought of Satoori/dialect and wants Jun to imitate it, he's also recommended Suncheon of course

I think the MC says BK looks nervous, he explained he can hardly recommend his hometown cause it's Seoul

the MC is asking for Indonesian food they like and I think same as Dreamcatcher before they immediately mentioned Nasi Goreng ^^

they're playing a travel game now, it's really cuuute and Jun is cringing at Chan's jokes

now I'm cringing at Jun's dance hahaha

the Indonesian fan was so cute and she spoke three languages dang

btw are maknae line trying to make up for the lack of members by being extra loud? ^^

they are saying the show was so fun and went by so fast and now they're gonna sing stand by you!? ㅠㅠ

Byeongkwan covering some of Donghun's parts both in Jindo Arirang and Stand By You 🙌 BK main vocal

also I think Jun is giving his voice a little extra timbre a little extra flavor and it's so nice

#a.c.e

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mrs-i-have-too-many-biases · 5 years ago

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Stray Kids’ reaction to their S/O loving spicy food

Scenario: Stray kids reaction to their significant other loving spicy food. Genre: Fluff/ Humour Pairing: Stray Kids members X Reader Word count: 2k Requested: Yes, by @beakhyunbeauty A/n: I hope you like it even though I changed it a little bit, so I could make different scenarios for every member, well as different as possible lol.

Chan:

Chan had taken you out to eat and for some reason he wanted to try 닭발 (Chicken feet) with you. The dish was known for often being spicy and many people can’t eat it, but he just wanted to shock you and just order it.

The restaurant you two would go to was very nice and the food was great. Chan was laughing his ass off when he saw your shocked expression. “ARE THOSE FEET?” You’d yell in a whisper in a shock. He would just laugh and tell her to eat it. As he was taking a bite or a nibble what you would like to call it, he kept staring at you as you ate your chicken.

He was bamboozled when he didn’t see you break a sweat, when he was chugging the milk down his throat. “HOW ARE YOU OKAY?” “I love spicy food remember? And besides, this isn’t even that spicy-�� “WHAT ARE YOU? SATAN?” “IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL YOUR PARTNER?” You yelled at him playfully as you gave him some rice, to blow off the heat that was in his mouth.

“I CALL CRAZY PEOPLE THAT YOU WEIRD-“ “HERE’S SOME MORE RICE!” You laugh, shoving the spoon into his mouth.

Woojin:

You boyfriend knew you like spicy food. He had never tasted yours, but just from the smell he knew he wouldn’t like it. The spiciness would just ruin the taste for him.

Right now you were out with your boyfriend to celebrate their latest comeback. He had been so busy and you wanted to spoil him a little by taking him out for a simple but delicious dinner. Chicken it was!

Woojin had ordered simple fried chicken, whilst you had fried chicken as well, but extra spicy. The order would be set in front of the two of you and without realising Woojin took yours. His eyes widen and he started to breath heavily as the spice kicked him basically in the face. You were shocked by his sudden expression and asked what was wrong. He would set your chicken on your plate, whilst coughing to the waitress for milk and rice. You giggled to yourself when he had calmed down from his coughing fit. “How do you do it? Is your mouth numb? Are you even human babe?” He asked, still in pain. “I just handle spices well? It’s not that spicy tho-“ “NOT THAT SPICY I FELT LIKE I WAS BEING BURNED FROM THE INSIDE!” “I-“ “I CAN’T EVEN TASTE MY OWN CHICKEN!” Woojin whined. “We can take it home and eat it there?” You suggested, really not knowing what to do. “But I’m hungry!” He whines once again, writing a note to himself to always ask whose food was whose.

Minho: This little shit is judging the hell out of you. I’m sorry to say this, but he will. You would put pepper, chili or anything that contained spice on your food. You even tried to put chili flakes on your ice cream, but one that was disgusting and second the ice cream had blocked out the heat so you were sad.

Right now you would be making a grilled cheese at home, but you being you, you put half of the powdered chili jar onto your cheese. Minho was watching you from the doorway, judging you silently.

“If I knew I would be dating Satan, I would have reconsidered this relationship.” He mumbled loud enough for you to hear. He was clearly joking, but he just like teasing you since you would whine out to him and it was the cutest thing ever to him as well.

“Let me live Minho!” You whined whilst slapping his chest playfully. “I am trying, but you aren’t since you’re trying to burn your intestines from the inside by putting all that stuff inside of you-“ “MINHO SHUSH!”

Changbin:

Changbin likes spicy food and when you told him you loved it as well, he got excited and suggested to cook together. You had never mentioned the level of spiciness you liked or could handle and you probably should’ve since you were the one making the food and not Changbin. You see, if Changbin would be the one who was making the food, everything would’ve been fine. If it wasn’t spicy enough for you yet, you could’ve always added some more.

But since you thought and assumed that he’d be on the same level as you, it wasn’t fine. As soon as Changbin took a spoonful of the food you had prepared, he started coughing. The food hadn’t even passed his throat yet and he acted like he was dying.

When he cooled off, literally since he started sweating as well. You apologises to him, wanting to kiss him, but he pushed you away. “GET AWAY FROM ME YOU HOT LIPS!” “IS THAT A COMPLIMENT OR ARE YOU INSULTING ME-“ “YES!”

Hyunjin:

You were in Korea for a few weeks. You had vacation and you wanted to spend it with your lover, Hyunjin. Since you had a long distant relationship, you both tried and wanted to see each other as much as possible, but with Hyunjin’s tight schedule and with you being in college, it was quite hard you could say.

After a whole day of cute and fun activities, you two became hungry so you went out for some spicy cold noodles, since it was a hot day in Seoul. You two sat down and enjoyed each other’s company some more as you waited for you food. When it did arrive, you asked the waiter for some extra pepper. Even more than you had already had in your dish.

Hyunjin looked at you like you were out of your mind, and so did the waiter. “A-are you sure you can handle that?” Hyunjin asked worried. “Of course, I love spicy food. I can handle the heat.” You assured your boyfriend proudly and ate the noodles like a champ. Your boyfriend and the waiter as well were both impressed at your skill, which made you giggle.

“I literally have the hottest partner-“ “Hyunjin!” “What?”

Jisung:

Jisung always wanted to steal your food, even though he had his own in front of him.

‘Yours just look better.’ He would say.

‘Why?’ You would reply.

‘Because it’s yours-‘

‘EAT YOUR OWN FOOD DANG IT-‘.

Today was one of those days where Jisung was just in the mood to steal your food. You had prepared some nasi goreng and as usual you added some extra chili flakes to it, to make it to your taste. “Baby, give me some!” He whines as he lays his head on your shoulder, pressing his cheek against yours. You sighed and gave him the spoon, but before he took a bite he asked if it was spicy.

“No, not too much.” You said and honestly it wasn’t. For you at least. Jisung was in tears after one bite, making you rush to his side with plane rice and a carton of milk. “IF YOU DIDN’T WANT ME TO STEAL YOUR FOOD ANYMORE YOU COULD’VE JUST TOLD ME! INSTEAD OF HURTING ME LIKE THIS- WHAT ARE YOU EVEN? DO YOU LIVE ON FIRE OR SOMETHING ARE YOU LIKE AN OVEN- OR THE SUN? BECAUSE YOU SURE ARE MY SUNSHINE!” “Wait what?” You laughed at his rant, tears running down his face as he groaned in pain.

“Do you want me to give you a kiss to make you feel better?” You asked and of course he didn’t reject a chance to kiss you, but he soon regrets it when the heat returns to his lips. “BABY YOU MADE MY LIPS GO ON FIRE WITH YOUR FIREY LIPS-“

Felix:

This baby can’t eat spicy food as well, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him from doing the spicy ramen challenge. He had seen it all over the internet and Felix being Felix, he just had to try it. So he made two packs and dragged you in front of the camera so the two of you could both suffer, well that was his intention to be honest.

Little did he know that you love spicy food and that it was easy for you. You had finished the ramen within five minutes, shocking Felix who was choking in front of the camera. She was totally fine and even snatched a noodle from his plate every now and them.

He would throw his hands up in disbelief and have a mixture of laughter and coughing as he realised how dumb he must’ve been looking.

“I’m sorry STAY I never though that my love would’ve beaten me at something that involves food. I’ll get my revenge though.” “I also don’t think he needs a punishment, because this whole challenge seemed like a punishment to him and he did this to himself.” You giggled to the camera whilst Felix was chugging a whole carton of milk down.

“I’ll update you guys if he’s still alive after this, bye!” You laughed before waved the camera goodbye.

Seungmin:

Seungmin loved your cooking, the simple meals, the small meals, the three course meals etc. This time he came over unexpected and you were making food, for yourself. It was a simple 떡볶이 (Tteokbokki = stir-fried rice cakes), but you knew you had made it spicy, very spicy to be precise.

You told your boyfriend that you would make him some different ones, but he told you didn’t have to and just eat some of the ones you made already. And you could just predict how this would turn out.

“They are spicy though-“

“I think I can handle it.” He said, trying to act confident. He had always heard you about how much you loved spicy food. Needless to say that Seungmin had never tasted your kind of spicy before and he wished he had never had to because the poor boy started to cough and even to hiccup after he ate some.

“Shall I make you a different one?”

“Y-yes p-please.” He said in between hiccups, making you laugh.

Jeongin:

Jeongin loves spicy food, he never knew you did as well. One day you would be over at the dorm and the other members would’ve been out to give the two of you some alone time. Jeongin had offered to be a good boyfriend and make the two of you some food. He made it the way he usually did and it was needless to say that it was quite spicy.

He hadn’t given it a second thought that it could’ve been too spicy for you, until he had taken the first bite and realised it was quite hot. He was about to stop you from eating, but he was already too late. Without even looking at how you were actually doing, he just rushed to the kitchen instead and grabbed the first carton of milk he could find. When he returned, he noticed you staring at him in confusion whilst calmly eating the food he made.

“Y-you can eat it? It isn’t too spicy?” He asks in surprise. “No, I like it! It’s really good, if I were the one cooking, I would’ve put a lot of more spice into it.” You giggled when Jeongin got excited to take you to his favourite restaurants where the two of you could try out their spicy stuff and see who would break first.

“COME AT ME BRO, I CAN HANDLE SPICE BTTER THAN YOU!” “WANT TO BET- did you just bro-zone me?’ “No wait baby, I was caught up in the heat.” “I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE!”

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A/n: I hope you liked it!

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rizqyraw · 4 years ago

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Selama aku hidup di bandung, dua hari ini adalah pertama kalinya aku tidak mengeluarkan sepeserpun uang makan.

Jika hari biasa, setidaknya aku akan mengeluarkan paling sedikit 6 ribu rupiah untuk membeli dua macam lauk yang kuhabiskan dalam dua kali makan—nasi ku sediakan sendiri di kosan, lalu untuk makan ketiga biasanya dengan mie.

Ini berawal dari bulan puasa yang kuhabiskan penuh di rumah sejak terakhir kali masih SMA. Sejak ibuku melakukan operasi tumor otak dua tahun lalu, keadaannya kini tidak sebaik dahulu. Tangan kiri dan mata kanannya memiliki sedikit gangguan yang membuat mobilitas nya kurang optimal.

Hal itu memaksaku harus membantunya di dapur untuk menyiapkan makanan berbuka puasa. Seperti jakie chan yang mengajari kungfu muridnya dengan mengawali dasar lepas jaket pakai jaket, aku pun memulainya dengan merendos bahan masak seperti cabai, wortel, kol, dan lainnya.

Awalnya ku merasa berat melakukan itu, selain menganggu waktu menonton serial breaking bad, merendos juga bikin tangan pegal dan mata perih kala memotong bawang. Katanya kan nangis bisa bikin batal puasa.

Anehnya semakin sering aku diminta bantuan untuk di dapur, semakin senang juga aku melakukannya. Aku menyadari aku semakin lihai dalam memotong, AKU INGIN NAIK LEVEL! AKU INGIN MULAI MEMBUMBUI DAN MEMASAK!

Begitulah hari-hari kuhabiskan kala bulan puasa kemarin, berkat wabah yang menahanku untuk tidak ngabuburit juga—membuatku selalu siap diminta bantuan di dapur.

Di kosan sekarang, aku memetik buah yang benihnya kutanam di bulan puasa kemarin. Dibantu pacarku—sang juara memasak SMK tingkat provinsi—sebagai konsultan kuliner, ia mengasah ku dengan baik, aku bahkan bisa membuat potongan wortel berbentuk bunga!

Hobi memasak ini semakin memfasilitasi WFH ku dengan baik, mungkin sehari lagi aku bisa tidak mengeluarkan uang. Setelahnya aku harus ke Griya lagi, huft menyeramkan.

*Ohiya, dua hari ini aku memasak sop, perkedel, telur, dan nasi goreng.

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mybukz · 5 years ago

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Fiction: Nona Annabelle by Peter Soh

Image by T RR from Unsplash

This is a catastrophe. I must be dreaming. Wake up, Annabelle. Only when you wake up will you realise this is just a dream.

But they are still here. Pairs of black eyes are looking at me, no matter how many times I close and open my eyes. I can’t recognise any of them. They are not my family members and they definitely can’t be the servants in the house! He must have eaten a lion’s heart to simply enter a nona’s room! So, who are all these men? And the ladies here?

“Who is this girl? She looks like she has no idea where she is. I love mindless girls!” a boy smirks. “Shut up, Andrew Zach,” the girls growl in unison.

“No girls will like an arrogant guy,” a girl with a ponytail echoes.

The boy scoffs. “Well, I can prove you wrong. Mr Ian always says no one carries the skinhead as good as I do. I don’t blame you girls. You girls have no taste.”

The man is Andrew Zach. His name resembles my cousin’s husband’s, Marvin Zach Pereira, who is a Portuguese.

Wait a minute. Am I in Portugal now?

This Andrew Zach indeed looks like a Portuguese. He has a natural tan on his face, neck, and arms – the one that is completely different from other men where their face and neck and arms are covered with different shades of brown. He has a pair of deep eyes and together with his almost-bald head, his piercing eyes make him a forbidding figure.

“Siapa kamu semua?” I ask faintly.

“She speaks Malay. I fail my Malay,” the girl with a ponytail turns to someone.

“I am not good in Malay too,” Andrew Zach seconds the girl. “Kah Heng, you go and ask the girl who is she instead. You come from the government school and your Malay is better than us.”

Everyone looks into the direction of a boy with small eyes. He shakes his head.

“I don’t want,” he splutters his refusal.

“What do you mean by ‘I don’t want’? Find out where she comes from before Mr Ian comes in.” Andrew Zach is rather loud.

The boy with the name of Kah Heng walks towards me. I retract my legs and redirect my gaze to the floor. I feel so uneasy – I have never come across a man face-to-face before. Except Father.

“Hi,” Kah Heng greets softly.

I avoid his gaze and continue to look at the carpeted floor.

What is ‘hi’?

Wait a minute. Did he mean ‘hoi’? I have heard of this Dutch greeting when Father held meetings with the Dutch in our home. Let’s just try.

“Hoi,” I mutter.

“She is weird,” Andrew Zach interrupts.

“Shut up, Andrew. Let Kah Heng do his job first,” the girl with a ponytail speaks again. This time she looks annoyed.

“All right, Isabelle the class monitor,” Andrew Zach jeers.

Isabelle? Is her name Isabelle? I think that’s a name because my name is Annabelle.

“Apakah nama kamu?” Kah Heng continues.

Did I hear it wrong? He speaks Malay?

“Lu tau cakap bahasa? Gua Annabelle! Kenapa gua kat sini? Ini tempat mana eh? Lu orang siapa?” I cough out all the questions I have in my mind.

“Kami pun tak tau kenapa you kat sini. You kat sini sudah bila kami semua balik ke kelas.”

“Kelas?”

I am in a class? I have never been to a school and I am forbidden from doing so.

“Mana tempat ni?” I try to probe further of my whereabout.

“Quincey International School,”

I can’t understand the language. “Apa?”

“Ni sekolah antarabangsa. You pelajar baru?”

“Pelajar?”

I look at the surroundings. There are many tables and chairs. Underneath those tables are cascades of papers and books. Two white boards are fixed behind me and there are many bright long tubes on the ceiling. The room is extremely cold and everyone looks bewildered.

I sit at a metal table not knowing why am I here. All I can remember is I uncoiled my long hair and washed my feet before I went to bed. I am very sure I washed my feet before bed because this has been a practice in my household for generations. It is said to prevent sleepers from having nightmares.

But why am I in a school now? Am I dreaming, still?

Many people are queueing up for food. I have no idea why they have to queue in such a manner – people are distancing themselves from one another for about three feet. They all look scruffy and depressed; the men have long hair and moustaches and their white shirts are full of creases and stains. The ladies have bags under their swollen and bleary eyes and most of them let their hair down like homeless people. And that’s not the worst.

I can’t bear to look at the ladies who are all in short skirts. It is despicable to even create such a dress in the first place, not to mention putting it on. Tak seronoh langsung. A self-respected and dignified nona will never make themselves seen by others, least of all to expose such immodest amount of legs to the public!

I am never allowed to make myself seen. Even my existence in the house is highly guarded and I can never cross to the thia besar where guests and visitors will be seated. The furthest I can venture out without company is the thia gelap. I used to peek through the gilded screen door in the second hall to catch a glimpse of the Dutch businessmen but it wasn’t long for me to have to stay at the quarter end of the household to learn about my jobs.

Mother never lauds me for keeping the thia abu immaculate nor pressing her favourite maroon kain chelay smooth. She often reminds me the laurels of my highest acclaim will be the day when she receives nasi lemak on the 12th day of my wedding. I do not understand what Mother means but I perceive it as the day where I am free to go out from the household without hiding myself in a gunnysack.

At the moment, in the event of me leaving the house – usually to a Baba’s household to help out in cooking for weddings or funerals – Mother will require two male servants in the house to prepare a gunnysack for me to sit in. After I am well covered, a thick bamboo pole will be placed through the gunnysack for the carriers to transport me out from the house. And even so, Mother will never leave me with the carriers; she will always tag along closely because I can never be exposed under the sun.

“This is for you,”

Isabelle carries a tray of food and lays it in front of me.

“Isabelle?” I point at her.

“Yeah, I am Isabelle. This is for you. Food stocks are running low. I hope you don’t mind. Eat something.”

The last thing I want to do is stare at her again but I can’t comprehend any of the words she said. Except her name.

“Makan sikit, Annabelle. You need energy to go through this time,” Isabelle starts tucking a sludgy brown piece of meat into her mouth.

It must have taken a voracious man to be able to swallow such abominable food. I gag at the sight of the food but I sniff a pungent reek of curry.

“Kari?” I ask.

“Yeah, this is green curry chicken.”

I whip a spoonful of gravy and taste it. It isn’t spicy. The food tastes sweet and I find it funny. How can a curry be sweet? Mother would have thrown this rubbish and commanded a re-cook had I possessed the gut to serve this on the family table. I remember the hot slap on my left cheek when I mindlessly put in an extra tablespoon of salt into the curry chicken.

It is always about concentration, precision, and perfection in prepping a nona’s dish, as a nuance in taste can take its toll on my prospective marriage. Mother doesn’t have to keep her eyes on me to know my shortcomings; she knows from the way the rhythm plays when I pound the spices to the taste of the food I prepare.

I find cooking a gruelling task because there is no absolute way to tell how much spices, condiments, and herbs one has to put in in prepping the dishes. It continues to elude me how much to put in; it depends on the portions served and the preferences of each eater. I find it an irony to base my cooking by mere estimation to achieve perfection but I choose to keep quiet. It is better for me to endure the long hours in the steamy kitchen to pound, grind, cook, and steam dish after dish, pastry after pastry, than receiving curses, pains, and humiliation. After all, I am waiting for the day when nasi lemak will be sent home. That’s the day when I can go beyond the thia gelap, step out from the Chan’s family door, to look at the world.

How does the world look like in 1800? I heard from Father that The Stadthuys – the previous residence of the Dutch Governor – is painted in white but I am yet to see it myself. How massive are its walls? How tall are the doors? I believe it must be a prominent building because Mother says it houses important people from the Dutch, and now Britain. It must be interesting to see how different the Dutch and the Brits are since I have never seen a Brit in our house before.

I also heard that there are also a lot of Chinese slowly streaming into Melaka but Father detests them. He always complains how the Napoleonic wars gave chances to the British to bring in more Chinese and my marriage should only take place between compatible families, and never with the sinkeh. I always wonder why Father hates them since our Chinese forebears hailed from Fujian, China, too.

Just like the sinkeh, we bear a Chinese name and we pray to Dato’ Hoot Chor for Her protection and blessings. We celebrate numerous Chinese festivals and these are times when I confine myself mostly to the kitchen, busy grinding flour, separating rice grains, washing pandan leaves, plucking, drying and boiling bunga telang to make different offerings for Mother to bring to temples, such as kueh bakul for Chinese New Year, kueh chang for Kueh Chang Festival, and nasi kunyit during Semayang Bulan Tujuh, where souls of the departed are free to roam around the streets. I never understand much about Father’s concern for the presence of the new Chinese. The only thing that I am free from doubt is the fact that dishes can never be ruined for they are served to deities, ethereal beings and guests.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Isabelle asks. “Gosh, I keep forgetting that she doesn’t understand English. Kenapa tak makan?”

“Gua tak lapar. Gua dah makan semalam,”

“Yesterday? Then why are you here? Kenapa kamu kat sini?” Isabelle continues to munch on the chicken.

“Gua tak tau…”

“What? How do you come in to the school? The whole school is in lockdown.”

“She is probably a boarder who just somehow wanders into our classroom. We have many international students here, come on.” Andrew Zach chimes in.

“Maybe…Look at her costumes. She is definitely not a local.”

“Mintak tanya eh. Macam mana gua boleh balik rumah?”

“Balik rumah?” Isabelle frowns.

“I told you she is weird,” Andrew Zach concedes.

“Semua orang pun nak balik rumah. Tapi tak boleh,” Isabelle sighs.

“Kenapa?”

“Adui. The school has been placed on lockdown. How to go back?” Isabelle snaps suddenly.

I am shocked at the abrupt change of her tone. I think I must have said something wrong.

I never ask anything again. Everyone looks despondent and it seems like the people here are going through a difficult time.

I sit upright and rooted, watching Isabelle and Andrew Zach gulping down the green curry chicken. I never eat the chicken.

“Mr Ian, there’s a new girl in our class,” Isabelle chirps.

Andrew Zach sneers at my direction. “And she is weird.”

Someone comes into the classroom. A middle-aged man with spectacles. He stands in front of the students, his face oily, his hair tousled, and his clothes smudged.

What on earth is happening to the people in this school? Dirty-looking, eating rubbish, and speaking alien language.

Am I dreaming, still? Why on earth people want to behave this way? I must be dreaming.

“Are you a nyonya?” the man looks at me with utter surprise.

I can’t decipher what he says but he mentions the word ‘nyonya’, which is quite similar to the Dutch word ‘nona’ in describing people like me who looks foreign in Melaka.

I smile weakly at him and quickly avoid his gaze. I think he must be a teacher of this class.

“Is she a new student? Where does she come from?” the man asks around his students.

“Mr Ian, we found her when we came back from the lab. We have no idea where she comes from but we think that she is not a local. She can’t speak English at all. She can only speak Malay!” Isabelle explains. “And her name is Annabelle.”

“Annabelle the doll,”

“Shut up, Andrew. Stop being so mean!” Isabelle retorts.

“She can speak Malay? Then why don’t you all speak to her and find out where she comes from?” The teacher looks displeased.

“Well… My Malay is not good,” Isabelle says.

“All of us are bad at Malay. We just take it because we have to!” Andrew Zach adds while spinning a basketball.

I can sense that the teacher seems to be very fascinated of my presence. I can see from the corner of my eyes that his eyes are darting up and down at me. I tug the opening of my brown baju panjang to the right.

“Annabelle, you datang dari mana?” the teacher asks genteelly.

This man can speak Malay! I turn and look at him. I can’t hide my excitement.

“Gua datang dari Melaka! Boleh encik hantar gua balik rumah?” I gabble.

“Kenapa you kat sini?”

“Gua tak tau. Bila gua bangun, gua dah ada kat sini,”

The teacher looks baffled for a second. “Takpe, esok dah boleh balik rumah.”

Clearing his throat, the teacher turns to everyone. “After 60 days of lockdown, the government has managed to weather the Covid-19 situation. I am here to inform you that we can all go back tomorrow. And the school is going to shut down for the entire year so that everyone can take this time to stay at home, have a good rest and reconnect with their family. Today shall be the last day for us to be here.”

A deafening cheer erupts. The girls hug each other while some cover their faces and wail loudly. I am not sure why they cry but it seems like the class has won a victory as all the girls quickly gather and form a big circle around each other. The men look calm but I notice that they aren’t looking so depressed anymore. Andrew Zach smiles to himself and he turns to his friends when he sees me looking at him.

“Mr Ian, how are we going to send Annabelle home? She will have no place to stay since the school is going to close.” Isabelle asks.

“No worries, we can book a bus ticket for her now since we now know where she comes from.” Mr Ian says.

“Good idea!” Isabelle trills. “But she doesn’t know how to speak English. What if she is stranded in the bus station?”

“Hmm…” Mr Ian thinks for a moment.

I have no idea what’s going on. I just heard my name being read, and the man, Isabelle, Andrew Zach, and some other students are all looking at me.

“That’s easy. We can just pre-arrange a Grab driver for her upon her arrival to the bus station. We just inform the driver how she looks like and what time the bus will arrive. I am sure the driver will know who to pick up because she is the only one who dresses like an ancient person. Probably comes from the grave since her name is also Annabelle.”

Andrew Zach bursts out laughing suddenly and Isabelle rolls her eyes again. I don’t know what’s happening but the environment is jovial. I am convinced that something good must have happened.

Mr Ian looks pleased with what Andrew Zach has said. “That’s a good one. Let’s ask for her address and we can settle everything now!”

“Annabelle, esok dah boleh balik rumah. Kami akan hantar you balik. Boleh tolong bagi alamat you?” the man asks me.

“Gua tinggal kat 133, Jalan Gelanggang,”

“Okay, tunggu jap,”

The man opens a box and starts typing. The box emits light and Isabelle is looking at her teacher’s actions.

“Done!” the man exclaims. “I will send her to the bus station tomorrow. The bus will depart from Kuala Lumpur at 9a.m. and I have booked her a Grab driver in Melaka. I have also told the Grab driver how she looks like – a tan girl in a chignon and a white-and-green school uniform.”

“Our school uniforms?” Isabelle asks.

“She is going to change her attire now. I will get her one from the storeroom. She is going to freak people with this outlook!” The teacher points at me suddenly.

Isabelle brings me to a room with a huge mirror. There are five doors standing next to each other. I notice that there is a white vase in each of the room.

“Do you want to pee?” Isabelle asks. “Wait, I forgot you don’t know English. Nak kencing?��

I am bemused with what Isabelle says. “Kencing? Sini?”

Isabelle looks at me and frowns once again. “Yeah… sini.”

“Kat sini?” I point at the white vase.

Isabelle seems to be appalled by what I ask. She nods at me with much confusion as I do.

“And tukar baju you kepada ni,” she points at the school uniforms that she holds.

“Kenapa?” I put my hand across my kerosang.

“Cikgu kata you pakai macam ni nanti semua orang tengok. Dia kata you pakai baju ni dan esok you boleh balik rumah terus.”

Desperately wanting to go home – or hoping this dream to come to a halt as I wish it to, I quickly undo my three kerosang and pass them to Isabelle. I take off my baju panjang, later my baju kechik, and Isabelle turns her back hastily.

“Why are you not wearing bra?” Isabelle calls out. She passes the uniform to me on her left hand without looking at me.

I don’t understand what she says. My sarong drops when I unfasten my silver belt. I take the clothes from her and put on the clothes that I loathe.

I look at the mirror in front of me. Such an ugly and distasteful concoction – a white-and-green short sleeve and short skirt attire paired with my sanggol tiga batang and kasut seret. I feel like killing myself before Mother does.

I am no longer a nona.

I sit in a moving vehicle and the man drops me at a crowded and smelly place. I use my batik handkerchief to cover my nose from the nauseating black smoke coming out from the many moving vehicles.

“I bagi you ni. You bagi I sapu tangan you,” the man points at my handkerchief while giving out a small bag of white paper. It seems like he wants to exchange things with me.

Wanting to end this dream, I pass him my handkerchief in exchange for the white paper.

He points at my chignon this time. I can tell that he wants my three gold hairpins.

I shake my head. No nona will ever let their hair down in the public and I refuse to give him my hairpins.

The people around start noticing us. I start to believe that my outlook attracts unwanted attention. I want to cry.

I pull out my three hairpins and throw them at him. My long hair uncurls as people watch our – or my – ungodly affairs.

He looks satisfied with what he gets and I stand there repressing my urge to cry, waiting for his next instruction.

“Naik bas tu. You akan sampai rumah. Jangan khuatir.”

I look at where he points. It is a blue vehicle. I point at the vehicle and look at him again and he nods his head.

I scuttle to the blue vehicle in my kasut seret. This is the only belonging that I never exchange with the man. My precious gold hairpins, kerosang and silver belt are now gone, to a man that doesn’t even need these items.

The blue vehicle moves. I heave a sigh of relief. I believe I am going to wake up in the Chan’s household again. I weep silently until I drift off to sleep.

“Mr Ian is dead!” Isabelle screamed.

“What the fuck? Since when?” Andrew Zach was taken aback at what Isabelle said and everyone was aghast at what they heard.

“I heard from other teachers that he died of sudden cardiac death on the last day of school.”

“On the last day of school? What did he do?” someone chimed in.

Another student spoke. “I don’t know. I saw him leaving the school with Annabelle.”

“Oh yes! That mindless girl. Any way we can contact her? Maybe she notices what happens prior to Mr Ian’s death.” Andrew Zach suggested.

“I remember where she stays!”

Isabelle took out her laptop and started typing away.

“133, Jalan Gelanggang.” Isabelle murmured to herself. “Here we are! A temple?”

“How can she live in a temple? I am sure she is not a nun!” Andrew Zach tried to deduce things with rationale.

“But here’s the location from the internet. And there’s a phone number too. Let’s just call and find out. If it is wrong, then at least we don’t make assumptions anymore.”

Isabelle called the number. Andrew Zach snatched the phone and put the conversation on speaker. The ringing continued until someone picked up their call.

“Hello,” a breathy voice answered.

“Hello. We are calling to look for Annabelle. Is she here?” Isabelle asked.

“Annabelle? Who are you?” the man sounded stunned when he heard the name.

“Yes, Annabelle Chan. She came to our school for a day last year. Is she here?”

“That’s impossible. The little girl had passed away more than 200 years ago.”

“WHAT?” everyone bellowed in mystification.

“How sure are you, uncle? How come you know things that happened 200 years ago?” Andrew Zach confronted the man.

“Of course, I am very sure. I am the keeper of this temple. The lady whom you mentioned is the daughter of this temple’s founder. Their tablets are venerated here.”

Sense of creepiness swept through the students. Isabelle trembled upon hearing what the man said. However, she plucked up her final courage to ask the uncle one more question.

“Do you know how did she die?” Her voice quavered. She couldn’t process all the things that had happened.

“According to the previous keeper here, Annabelle Chan committed suicide not long after she got married to a Baba household in Kuala Lumpur. It was said that she didn’t want to stay at home and so she took lots of sleeping pills and killed herself. Some people saw from the newspaper that her name is in one of the many graves exhumed to make way for a school. I am not so sure about this because her plaque is placed here. Aiya, there are so many nyonya ghost stories nowadays. Some even said those who owned vintage nyonya costumes and jewellery are cursed because nyonya adored their costumes and accessories much. You young fellas are reading too much ghost stories. Bye! Stop fooling around. I am very busy.”

The students looked at each other in silence. Isabelle’s legs went limp suddenly and passed out on the carpeted floor – at the same location where they first found Annabelle.

Peter Soh is an ambitious Malaysian writer whose stories are about darkness, pain, struggles, identity searching and what it means to be a human being. He made his publishing debut with his short story, ‘The Missing Tomb’ in the ‘Emerging Malaysian Writers 2018’ anthology and has unknowingly written six features about the baba nyonya in Penang Monthly. He is currently teaching First Language English and Sociology in Kingsley International School.

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