*The following account has been translated and edited into English, and although written in first person, is in no way my own first hand experience, but the story of a friend / acquaintance*
Part 1 of this story which takes place 15 years before, can be found [here] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7gcvde/true_stories_1_first_love_village_life_mf/?st=JALWRBZT&sh=64566dbc)
**Chapter 1**
If you don’t already know, my name is Nizam and I am a 27 year old native Iban born in a village that looked something like [this](https://www.123rf.com/photo_84318138_a-village-by-the-river-in-sarawak-kuching-malaysia-landscape-view-of-the-local-house.html). I had many fond memories of the Village where I met my first love, and had my first sexual encounter. That first love also became my first heart break as she (not by choice) married a local timber baron and disappeared from my life.
Since then I studied hard and made my way to the USA on scholarship, secured a job as a photojournalist, and married an American woman who bore me a beautiful baby boy. But I still had an itch to go back to Borneo, just to see how things were like. My wife offered to stay back in the US to take care of our son, while I applied for a few days of leave and flew back to my homeland.