Tak boleh letak gambar.

There is a magnificent building on d top of d hill on my way to 12A. It housed hundreds of children from various parts of d country.

(psstt bila nak komplen x boleh tulis terang2 sangat).

Few months ago i bumped into 2 girls wandering on d roadside.

Me : nak kemana dik?
Girl: g pekan.
Me : jalan kaki? naikla bas
Girl: ha'a kami dah biasa jalan kak. bas lambat sangat.
Me : Asal dari mana?
Girl: Dia org Keramat, saya dr Subang Jaya.
Me : Ni bukan mcm Subang dik, naiklah akak hantar.

So gave them lift n showed them (smbil membebel) how dangerous it is. Besides kat sini mmg xder pesen org jalan kaki, unless Bangla yang nak pergi ke ladang (agaknyala but i never seen them actually) or maybe contract workers. There's no housing within ur 30mins walking journey.

After 30 mins drive (sya bawak pelan2 nak tunjukkan betapa bahayanya diorang berjalan kaki) i dropped them at the one n only mall in d pekan. i wish i would never see them again.

But then last weekend, i saw a boy walking at d roadside alone.

Me : Dik... napa adik jalan? jauh la..
Him: Dah biasa kak, dah 3 thn sy duk sini.

X kanla sy nak biarkan dia tepi jalan kan.. so i offered to give him a lift. he accepted n was told he used to walk to nearest bus-stop.

The nearest bus stop that he meant would take approximately 30mins walking. There is no houses in vicinity juz palm oil farm, bushes n nayy i could remember..

When i was small i did walk to school, to shop or to friend's house. My friends and i did scouring d neighborhood looking for moth, flowers, fruits n swim in d stream. but we never walk to/through oil palm farm unless with our elders.


So late at night i texted a friend who works in the magnificient building.