The Big Mansion Trip

I arrived at a big mansion with some familiar faces. Jamil was the son of the rich owner. The entrance was deeper on the side than the ramp that accentuated this right angled entrance. Just inside we approached a big and long hardwood table. There was an old man wearing an old styled high Songkok headwear and a long sleeved white shirt. He adjusted his Songkok while attending to a few other old men similarly attired. He was seemingly oblivious to our arrival - possibly due to his current priorities. They were possibly politicians.

Then Jamil called out to his father and they had a short chat. Our group of young people sat down at the table. I felt sleepy and must have dozed off. I woke up alone at the table wondering where everyone was. I got up and walked into another room. There I saw Roslin in the kitchen. He looked very professional like he was the executive cook at the premise. Strangely my uncle who is a teacher elsewhere was present in this too. He was sitting on a chair and looked happy to be there.