We left JB at close to noon and arrived at my brother’s house at just after 2.00pm. We stayed for about two hours, sufficient time to rest before continuing our journey, and had a late lunch of noodles. My brother had to leave for his music practice, he belongs to the state cultural group and plays the keyboard professionally, while we stayed on and chat with the family. From my brothers house we went and visited an uncle of mine, my late father’s youngest brother. He had retired from his job at the Immigration Department about two years ago and had settled down in Melaka. His granddaughter, 15 months old, born four days after Najla, was there and this was the first time that we get to see the girl. She was just like Najla, a little shy, just beginning to form words, and playful. We finally left Melaka after 6.00pm arriving PJ just barely making time for dusk prayers.
I learnt from my brother that amongst the documents he had in the stolen briefcase were his international passport, his birth certificate and those of his two daughters and other documents related to his daughters’ school. He will have a tough time, doing the run around, organizing things to obtain extracts and replacements for the lost documents. I had that bad experience when I lost quite similar documents in 1995. It was January 6th 1995 to be exact, when my house was broken into by five robbers.

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