Last Sunday we decided to go to the SACC Mall (Shah Alam City Centre) to buy Emir’s Baju Melayu and Fatini’s Baju kurung. The place was lively with sales of clothes and Raya cookies and delicacies. Nearby to the mall was PKNS complex, Anggerik Mall, Alam Sentral and Perangsang Plaza. These malls are the places to go during Raya season. They just generate this aura of HariRaya if you know what I mean. And it’s nostalgic. The hundreds of temporary stalls, the crowd of old, young and kids; families here, families there; the songs and music raya played on the malls sound system. Especially when this song is played… so nostalgic…
Di hari raya
Terkenang daku kepada si dia
Kampungku indah nun jauh di sana
Ayah serta bondaku
Di tepian mandi
Danauku hijau yang aman damai selalu
Nun di sanalah tempat aku bertemu
Aku dan dia
Apakan daya
Masa tak akan kembali
Hancur musnahlah semuanya
Impian yang murni
Tinggal menjadi kenang-kenanganku
Hanya rangkaian kata dan lagu
Dendang perantau
(Raya, tak sah tak de lagu ni… )
Well, once arrived there, the first problem was the parking space. There was simply none available. So we went around three times and lastly decided to park in the Quality Hotel parking. So in order to get to the SACC we had to cross a couple of roads.
So we squeezed in and squeezed out through the crowd with 2 kids. Actually I loved and hated the crowd and the congestion. It’s like walking in Oxford Street in London during sale season only that the weather was not the same. I mean this was normal scene of days approaching HariRaya. But there were fear in my heart of losing my kids in the crowd since Emir and Fatini are not the kind who would just obediently stick by my side. They denied any instructions given to maintain order and peace of mommy and daddy’s shopping.
Normally during this kind of shopping I would take the passive role as my husband who is more particular about my children clothing did the chore of choosing the prettiest ones for the kids. It was not easy task especially to get them to try the clothes on. Then we bought Songkok for Emir which he threw to the floor a few feet away a couple of times. But he was so handsome with the songkok on his head….
Thankfully we managed to buy two pairs of Emir’s baju Melayu, another pair for Fatini baju kurung (we have bought 2 pairs of fatini’s baju kurung/kebaya at Subang Parade the previous week). Daddy also bought a pair of baju Melayu for himself matching with Emir’s to form the Daddy-Son coalition. Only Mommy didn’t want to buy any there. I am going to go shopping my baju raya alone in KL so that I can take my time to try them on peacefully.
