Part 4 (2/2)

'It was not too terrible, I suppose. But please, not Mrs Oldham, call me Mother, or Winifred.'

'How far away is the hotel where we're staying?' asked Margaret.

'Very close, it's the Station Hotel. It's a great old place. I think you'll enjoy it. Hamid will bring the car.'

'Look at those little contraptions that those men are pedalling. Like the ones we saw in Singapore,' said Margaret, looking at the little canopied bicycles lined up in front of the station.

'Are they safe?' asked Winifred doubtfully as Roland, Margaret's arm tucked in his, led them towards the car.

'Trishaws are a form of transport you'll have to try,' said Roland. 'They'll get through the traffic faster than a car. Ah, there's Hamid with Father's automobile now.'

Safely in the hotel, Margaret and Winifred settled themselves at a table and ordered tea and dainty sandwiches on a terrace facing a lush garden. Mother and daughter exchanged a glance as two Chinese waiters in crisp uniforms with bra.s.s b.u.t.tons hovered close by, ready to pour milk and pa.s.s sugar.

'I don't imagine I'll be living in such grand circ.u.mstances,' sighed Margaret. 'But it's very nice to know there are places like this we can enjoy. Roland says there are some excellent hotels around the country and the E&O Hotel in Penang is right on the sea.'

'Yes, but how often will you get away from the plantation?' asked Winifred. 'It sounds like his work keeps him very busy.'

Margaret ignored this remark and began discussing the wedding.

'I do hope Roland has thought to engage a photographer,' she said.

'Indeed I have,' said Roland, as he joined them, removing his hat and sitting down. 'I've taken advice from some of the ladies who know about these sorts of things.'

'Well, Mother, now we're here, I think we can look after any other details,' said Margaret briskly.

'I'm sure you're most capable, my dear,' said Roland with a smile. 'But things are done a bit differently out here in the East, so I hope you'll listen to the good advice from the other mems. Now, after you've settled in your rooms and rested, we shall meet for drinks and over dinner I'll explain all the other plans to you.'

'And can we see the church and reception place? We also have a few last minute purchases,' began Margaret.

Roland held up his hand. 'All in good time. We can start tomorrow, eh?'

'If you don't mind too much, I think I'd like to stay in my hotel room tonight. I'm feeling quite tired. I'll have something sent up for dinner. Besides, I'm sure you two would like to be alone,' said Winifred. 'You must have a lot to catch up on.'

'Thank you, Mother,' said Margaret demurely.

Roland glanced at his watch. 'I have some brief business to attend to while I'm in KL, but I shall tap on your door at five pm.' He leaned over, kissed Margaret's cheek and headed to the hotel foyer, nodding to an acquaintance as he pa.s.sed.

That evening, Hamid drove Roland and Margaret to a small European restaurant on a street filled with eateries. At one end of the street were stalls where hawkers cooked over open fires in sizzling woks. There were local family-style restaurants, a tea house and at the other end of the street where the food places stopped, were some large Chinese homes squatting behind stone and wire fences.

'This is a decent neighbourhood. The proprietors of the place where we are going to eat are Dutch, so I think you'll like the food. You might not take to the local spices straight away,' he said.

'I thought we'd go to your club,' said Margaret, thinking the restaurant rather plain and old fas.h.i.+oned.

'I'd rather we take your mother there for lunch tomorrow. Then I'll take you to the Peninsula Hotel. The manager there will meet you and you can inspect the menu for the wedding reception, that sort of thing. Are you still tired from your journey?'

'Yes, it has been quite a trip. Mother is very glad to be staying in one place for awhile and pleased to be having a tray sent to her room tonight.'

Margaret was pleasantly surprised by the dinner. She enjoyed the food and the attentive service from the couple who owned the restaurant and the fuss they made over meeting Roland's fiancee. Being with Roland felt strange in a way but she began to revel in her role and looked forward to her new status as his wife. Studying him across the table as he chatted, she felt as though she was looking at him for the first time, and she tried to imagine what it would be like to spend the rest of her life with this handsome and sophisticated man.

On the way home she leaned her head against his shoulder in the Oldsmobile, as Hamid nosed through the streets still busy with activity.

'So many people, whole families, all out eating on the street, in eating houses. Do they do that all the time?' she asked.

'Many of them do. It's easier and cheaper, generally,' he answered. 'And eating is a very social occupation in the East ... By Jove, what's happening up ahead?' He spoke rapidly to Hamid, who pulled over.

There was a fire glowing and cl.u.s.ters of people, some of them shouting. Two large Sikh police officers were waving back the crowd.

'Oh my goodness, has there been an accident?' asked Margaret.

'Wait here in the car. I will investigate.' Roland got out of the car.

'Do be careful, Roland.'

The crowd had swelled and seemed to be moving down the street towards the car. Roland stopped a young man as he ran past and spoke to him. The frightened young man pointed behind him to the crowd outside a house where a fire was burning.

'What is happening, Hamid?' Margaret asked the driver.

Hamid shrugged. 'I don't know, mem. Some trouble.'

Margaret got out of the car and hurried after Roland, ignoring Hamid's shouts. As she got closer she could see in front of the doorway of a small house the smouldering remains of some kind of vehicle. But she stopped in shock as, from an alley beside the house, a small Malay man came running, wielding what looked to Margaret like a huge knife. The crowd suddenly parted. Women were screaming and running. The man with the parang stopped as he saw the two policemen and Roland. Even at a distance the sight of the near-naked man holding the large machete in such a threatening manner was very frightening to Margaret. In the glow of the firelight he looked quite crazy and he was shouting incoherently.

'Roland!' she cried.

Furiously Roland turned around and hurried back to her. 'I told you to stay in the car. The man is crazy and he's likely to start slas.h.i.+ng at anyone. Go. Now.' He gave her a firm shove.

Margaret was stunned, shocked as much by Roland's brusque manner as by the scene before her. Suddenly the crazed man lunged towards the crowd. Margaret ran. When she reached the car, Hamid quickly opened the door. From there she could see one of the policemen suddenly grab the man from behind, forcing him to drop the weapon. The other policeman was brandis.h.i.+ng what looked like a thick wooden stick, hitting the man about the shoulders.

Shaking, Margaret huddled in the corner of the car. The romantic evening was spoiled and suddenly she realised she was in a strange place that had lost its benign novelty. She felt that there was another current here. The mixture of faces and nationalities and the way the people had looked, the fear in their eyes, unsettled her.

Roland spoke to Hamid and got in beside Margaret.

'Sorry I shouted at you but anything could have happened back there. The man went amok. It happens for no reason that anyone knows. These fellows just explode, grab a weapon and threaten to murder anyone in their way. And they do, which is why I wanted you out of sight.'

'Sorry, Roland. I was so afraid for you.'

'Don't worry about me, darling, I can look after myself. Hotel, please, Hamid.'

'Does this happen often?' asked Margaret wondering how safe she'd be in the streets.

'No, not very often. It's mainly Malays, it's as though they just can't cope any more and they go crazy, almost inviting someone to kill them. A dark streak in their normally sunny nature.'

'Amok, is no good, sahib,' said Hamid. 'I think maybe a riot. Chinese people.'

'Riots?' said Margaret, her voice rising.

'There, there. Calm down, dear. There was a clash, a strike over wages last month. An isolated incident caused by some communists.' He smiled. 'Nothing like this happens out at peaceful Utopia.'

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