There is no grandeur or anything majestic about Rumah Hitam. It’s just a typical dark coloured rumah papan located at Bukit Chandan, Kuala Kangsar. In Bukit Chandan, every house is identified by its colour, eg Rumah Merah, Rumah Kuning, Rumah Biru etc.
An interesting fact about Rumah Hitam is that it was originally built in Lawin in the 1920s when Ku Nick was appointed as a penghulu there. It was then dismantled and built piece by piece at its current location in Bukit Chandan.
It is the mecca of the Razmans. Be it weddings, kenduris or funerals, Rumah Hitam will always be the first choice venue, as well as jejak kasih for the many members of this large family.
To this day, it is the rendezvous point to those who are close to the Raja Razman family. I recall Auntie Mimi telling me, any visitor to the house will always be treated to a cooked meal. Bah (Ku Nick’s wife) and Mak Kiah (the family helper) was always on standby to prepare makan for the visitors. Some even bungkus lauk bawak balik.
During my budak kecik days, visiting Rumah Hitam was always a joy, because Ku Nick and Bah will always be there. Dapat “Royal Treatment” even though being the mischievous cucu.
Rumah Hitam is now occupied by Auntie Mimi, her two children, Chein and Tommy, and her son-in-law.
Auntie Mimi deserves to be called the royal archivist of the Razmans. Thanks to her tireless effort of keeping and preserving old documents, memorabilias and photographs, we get to see and read about them at SembangKuala (not even Arkib Negara has the wealth of material that Auntie Mimi keeps. Hehe).
Whenever I travel up north, Rumah Hitam wiill always be my transit point. Without fail, I would share with my daughter the memories of Ku Nick and Bah, and not forgetting Auntie Mimi’s kuah tempoyak and sambe belacan. Bila rasanya nak balik Kuala lagi ?
[UPDATE 17/10/2009: Chulan curi puntung churut Ku Nick kat Rumah Hitam, lepeh tu nyorok kat pokok jambu sebelah bilik ayor.]
ALFATIHAH to Ku Nick, Bah and the Razmans who have left us.
Being raised in Rumah Hitam was a privilege, especially when growing up in a big ‘kandang‘ sufficient in size to ‘store’ us (Chein, Tommy and me)!
“Mimi, aku report kat welfare department”, said Ayah Amir when he saw us in this ‘kandang‘ each time he visited Rumah Hitam.
In the same house, Mak (Auntie Mimi) used to get all the scoldings from Ah simply because of me. At night, Mak usually will sew my pyjamas with my name embroided. Megah woi…ada nama!!!
To me, Rumah Hitam and Rumah Putih… no difference!