Too many were not around. Almost missed the full brigade for the hantaran boys. Missed Mah's 4 heroes, Amal's 2 heroes, Atam's hero and of course Aziz's and Kak"s.
So much so, Kak zai, my sis-in law got her girls to be dressed in black, just in case there were not enough boys to manage the hantarans.
But we managed to get just the right number , all seven of them . All dressed in black baju melayu except for son-in law ( who was in dark purple) .
Why the big fuss? Because this is something that is unique in the Omarian family , a tradition being passed down from one generation to the next, a tradition that I hope will not be compromised except of course when the Omarians menfolk have diminished in numbers.
We have many more bujangs ( girls and boys ) in the family.
Not only a tradition, this is what will bond us all brothers and sisters, sons and daughters and soon the cucus.
Don't know what the future holds for the Omarians but my hope is that we will always be there for each other, come rain ,come shine.
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