Stories keep on coming to me.

All I have to do is sit and wait and listen.

'Malay men like having many girlfriends, even when they are married.'

The Chinese are the same, I tell the Malay lady who sells food at the Long House.

It just came out of nowhere.

I gather her husband left her. She is supporting four daughters working at her warung.

She starts at seven in the morning and can't wait to knock up.

'I need to go home and relax, perhaps even sleep.'

I order some tofu.

It costs me one Ringgit.

You can live like a King on the smell of an oily rag if you order Malay food.

'Everyone comes to my shop,' says the Malay man who sells roasted chicken wings on the corner of the Long House.

'We can't eat at Chinese places but they can eat at ours.'

Yes, your food is Halal.

It has its advantages.

The Malays feel like a minority here and their isolation is echoed in these kinds of conversations.



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