Long time ago there was this family who have too many children to feed. They were unable to cater those kids and had to give them out to others. Usually they will given out the girls. My mom was raised in a rural area in Pahang. She grew up in the toughest adversity I can never understand. I can’t even relate to her since I’m born and grew up in KL. A city boy. She did not went to school. Had to work as rubber tapper and learned that money is important. When she grew older, she learned about her parents and finally get back to them.
Uncle Benard is my mothers youngest brother. My grandmother pamper him so much when he was young. Spoilt. She passed away when he was behind bars. I was in primary school back then. I did not shed a tear as I wasn’t that close to her. Barely able to hold conversation with her since she speaks in kwang xi dialect. I finally cried when we had to walk her to the cementary. Along the way, my mind played the vision of her advice and how she wanted me to study hard. She had a tough time to raised her children.
This uncle of mine felt the same. The tough time, he had enough. He wanted to get out of it. He begin to learn some workmanship. Tailoring seems good. And he did enrol in an academy and learned what he needed to. Yet, he did not work long and ended up involving in illegal activities. He befriended with those in fraud credit card organizations. He become part of it. Living a luxury lifestyle with the cards. Fine dining, clubbing and designer clothes are the way of life.
I came to know about his activities when I was in form 2. It was only then I am able to understand those things. He been behind bars for couple of times. I visited him before. Somewhere in Kajang if i am not mistaken. Despite his involvement in such activities, he loved me so much. He wanted me to make a good living in life one day. He always encourage me to do well in school. I did try to talk to him to quit his crime act. He was unwilling to give up his lifestyle.
The police raided my house once. Come to seek evidence of his crime. I remembered he had a stack of unprinted cards inside a cupboard. And then came another bunch of people to seek him at the house. They claimed that he somehow owe them money. Causing trouble in my house. Sigh*
On the bright side of it, he taught me the art of luxury lifestyle. Great food. Fine clothing. Nice gadgets and astonishing accessories. From him, I had new friends. Giorgio Armani, LV, Versace, Versus, V2 , Christian Dior, Guess, Gucci, Bally and some other that I am unable to named. Moschino and Issay Miyaki are my brothers. At that time of life, my friends are into designer stuff. And things fit well there too.
However, I lost contact with him in 2000. He went to Europe. No news from him since then. Uncle Harry called and he claim that the person he saw look like Benard. Is it true? We will find out soon.
*Finger crossed*]]>
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