We walked along the concrete floor with a roof at the top, passing by a few blocks of classrooms. Not long after that, I smelled the sweet aroma of foods.I looked at the source of the sweet smell. A lot of boys were were gathered inside a building where the walls were only half-covered. We were led into this building. There were rows of marbled tables and benches, each occupied by a few boys noisily enjoying their foods. Suddenly I felt very hungry. Seeing the line of Standard One students marching in led by a teacher, the bigger boys stepped aside to make way for us. We stopped at a long table which was a high as my shoulder, also made of marble. On top of this long table were piles of foods stacked on trays. There were curry puffs, fried bananas, 'jempt-jemput pisang' (a kind of cake made of stashed bananas and fried), a lot more food that I have escaped my memory.
I devoured my treasure at the marbled table. That was the most satisfying meal which I had. Probably that was the first time I experienced buying my own food. The fried banana was superb! Not too sweet, just nice. The glass of orange juice was also nice.
It seemed like I had been in school for ages. Err... when could I go back?