Ha!! I was asked to write a skeletal plot for a small skit. Perhaps five minutes or slightly more? Then I thought that the following would be a nice Five Minute Video made in Miri.
I grew up with people who made a good living out of ice kacang. One of my favourite personalities was the man who pushed his rojak push cart along Kung Ping Road (later named Brooke Drive) in Sibu. This was a man who sold good rojak (rain or shine) but had a pushy character and did not mince his words. He would sell his rojak uttering the fewest words possible. Mum said just buy the good rojak and never mind about his poor communication style. In later life I learned about men's character and realised that he was one of those "difficult" people - people who could not communicate well and could shout at others for no good reason.
In this short skit I draw upon people I used to know and perhaps create some characters which may be memorable.
Venue : ABC Rojak Stall.
Two characters : Ah Beng and Ming Ming. Ah Beng has not seen Ming Ming for twenty years. She has lost weight and she looked slightly out of breath. Ah Beng has become a well fed and a well to do man about town.
AB : Ming Ming. Remember we used to slaughter chickens in the market?
Ming : Yes. It was hard life. You seem to be doing well. (Eyes looking straight into his)
AB : Not bad. And you?
Ming : I am still helping in this dessert stall.
AB : Not very interesting eh?
Ming : What about some rojak and ice kacang for old time's sake?
AB: Why not?
they ordered two bowls of ABC.
AB : Yes I would like to order for you rojak and jiu hoo eng chai. (Kang kong and squid)
Ming : That's very nice. You still remember I loved to eat those. Nothing else is better than them.
AB : Yeah . You were one funny girl. Interested in eating these but never paid attention to anything else.
Ming : I have to eat and I have to survive!
AB : Life is not just that.
Ming : You did well and you got a family.
AB : Yeah...but it is different for me. I had a family once but I was too ambitious and my wife took my children overseas and never came back. I have been alone for several years now.
Ming : That must have been difficult for you!
AB : See the ABC here? You are the ABC...and I am the rojak...I have everything mixed together. You only want to be the kacang in the bowl of ice. You did not mix well.
Ming : May be I am just the kacang . Simple. Only one colour .
AB : I liked you then. And I still like you now.
Ming : It is hard to believe that. (MM laughed)
Ming : You were the kangkong - creeping every where. And all the girls were clinging to you too. I stood by you too for a long time. Sometimes picking up the pieces too. Remember?
AB : Oh...those days. I was happy go lucky type. ...Let me wipe the little sauce off your nose here....
Ming : thanks....you still pay attention like before.
AB : I will always pay attention to whatever you do.
Ming : Thanks. The ice has melted. (she pointed to the ice kacang)
AB : Yes and here...have a piece of the squid. Lovely isn't it?
AB took out his handkerchief to wipe some sauce off Ming's cheek.
Ming : Thanks. You could have been the cream on the top of my ice kacang. But you became the kang kong in a plate of squid and kang kong. I was left out in the cold. I did not even know where you went.
But it is ok....but thanks.
Ah Beng : Yeah - I went to Indonesia and made some money. Drifted around too. And did not pay attention to anything else. And you?
Ming : I survived all those years. The icy coldness of ice kacang helps. This is my own stall actually. Very independent and strong.
AB : I see. Not bad eh?
Ming : Not bad for a kacang...in a sea of sharks too.
AB : Do you know that my ex-wife asked my two kids to call me Ah Beng. She said it was fashionable.
Ming : That's very sad. But many people do that nowadays. May be she is just being very western and modern.
AB :Nothing to say now about that. Can I come here again and eat ice kacang with you?
Ming : Who knows? May be a bowl of ABC will go well with a plate of kangkong and jiu hoo after all....
Light fades and nice music is played giving hope to both of them.
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