My eldest brother served two years plus in Sibu, Sarawak. He has only recently been transferred back to our hometown and whenever he introduced himself, he'd tell them he was just "transferred back from Sarawak."
That day in the car as he told me that, he said with a grin he was proud to have served in Sarawak. A place across the sea away from our hometown, the other side of Malaysia most peninsular people dread to go for duty. But duty is duty, and our fellow citizens are not just people in our own family.
Another way he showcased his pride is his support to the local business. Since he went there, he has been a regular supplier of Sarawak layered cake for our household use. He also bought two tikar since to decorate our living spaces; the first was an unoriginal production made by Indonesians and the second an original, six times more expensive and worth every cent of it, fine tikar rotan made by the Ibans. Nowadays they don't commercialise and produce only for family use. Bro bought it through his Iban friend.
For the record bro is married from before he was stationed in Sarawak. He is the eldest of us seven critters and he married our sister-in-law who is also the eldest in her family.
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