Sincerity of Love JONATHAN
43. The stingy Jojon
"Please wrap the rendang, I want to take it home," whispered Fahmi quietly and barely audible.
The waiter looked directly at Fahmi, then turned around to ask. "Have you registered your name first?"
"Register? Register how do you mean?" fahmi asked confusedly.
"Here if you want to take food or drink .. at least Mr. list first to there." The waiter pointed at the two women dressed in batik, who were sitting in front of a rectangular table. On the table was a large box for envelopes and a large basket filled with sovenir.
"Keep after the list ... enter the envelope, or if you bring a gift, can be deposited there. And can also give it directly to the bride. Later, I enjoyed the dish. If you want to take home later I pack," added the waiter.
Indeed, all guests there are required to register a name as well as an address, before enjoying any of those dishes. Because so that later the host who holds a party knows who his guests are, also do not feel loss.
Understandably, all guests invited average middle and upper class people. So it's been conceptualized like that.
"That's very complicated, but you'll be able to just wrap it up for me and my boyfriend so that he can be brought home. No need to use a list of everything," grumbled Fahmi who seemed reluctant to obey the servant's words.
"It's not a complicated problem, sir, but the rules are like that. Guests can eat when they sign up."
"We just register, sister," asked Naya who seemed to have no problem. Because he himself only became Fahmi's companion. "And we don't have to take it home. Shame ah I'll take care of it."
"I'm lazy list," Fahmi replied with an annoyed face. "If so we just go home, there is no need to eat and drink everything here."
No, no, he didn't sign up. The main reason was because he had indeed come with empty hands. Let alone gifts, envelopes alone do not.
Not that he had no money, but all that was done because he did not want to give anything.
As his initial intention came, namely humiliating Joe and making Abi Hamdan regret. And if it's about eating and drinking, he thinks it's part of the sustenance. You can eat and drink for free.
"Well, if you don't want a list, let me just make the list." Naya looks impatient to taste the dishes there. Instead, he quickly stepped towards the two women in batik clothes, and joined the line because there were many who lined up to want a list.
"Did you bring the envelope, Nay?" asked Fahmi who was suddenly near Naya, then blocked her right hand.
"That's an envelope, brother. Why buy." Naya pointed to a box of envelopes that were on the table, near the big box.
"But you brought money, right?"
"What does all money do?" Naya turned to Fahmi with a confused face.
"Well, what about the envelope, anyway?" Fahmi snorted annoyed.
"Yes, the big brother who dong. My time?"
"Kok me?" Fahmi pointed at his own face furiously. "You're the one who said you wanted to eat. Yes you are."
"Damf. Didn't my brother bring me the condo?! I just follow. Yes, it should be Brother Dong who gave me the envelope."
"Please list, Miss ... Mr." A woman in batik clothes handed me a guest book with her pen. Now it's their turn.
Crunching, then settling in the heart. 'Shit! Who wants to empty the envelope.'
Fahmi took his leather wallet in a bag of jeans, then opened it secretly even under the table. So as not to be caught by the rag person if he wants to put money of 5 thousand rupiah into the envelope.
However, the batik woman again said, "Don't forget too, give the name on the envelope, yes, sir, Miss."
'Bodo is very. The guy I want to give you the gobeng envelope. Lagian ... still profit too, rather than empty. Aye, right?' his inner.
It turns out that besides being arrogant, Fahmi is also stingy.
After Naya signed up, now Fahmi was the one who wrote her name in the guest book. And then write his name on the envelope, then fold it in half and put it in a big box.
"Please take the souvenir," said the batik woman while pointing at the souvenir basket nearby.
"Lho, is this really gold, Ma'am?" Naya seemed enthusiastic about taking one souvenir in the basket. Because the souvenir is in the form of precious metals weighing 1 gram.
"Gold original dong, Miss. Imitation period," replied the bathed woman.
"Ah time? Don't believe me." Fahmi picked up one and stared at the object so close to his squeaking eyes. Make sure if it is real gold or not. 'Golden age? Just saw I had someone give me a golden souvenir. I don't think it's an imitation, Jojon couldn't have been that rich until his wedding souvenir was gold. If it's true, it must be stolen gold.'
"If you don't believe it, tomorrow or come home from here can go to the gold shop. To check it. 1 gram is equivalent to 1 million, you know."
"Well .. really?" Naya rounded her eyes wide. It was clear that he was also sparkling, feeling happy and unexpected. "Then can I take 10 souvenirs, Ma'am?"
"No way, miss," she refused. Then take one of the souvernir in Fahmi's hand, and put it back in the basket.
"Lho, why was my souvenir taken, Ma'am?" ask Fahmi.
"One souvenir for one envelope and one invitation, sir," the woman replied, then pointed towards the buffet. "Please ... Ladies and gentlemen enjoy the dishes available."
"Thank you, Ma'am." Naya nodded in spirit. He put it in his bag, then ran to the buffet where the rendang was.
The buffet table is divided into two, namely for Indonesian food and Korean food.
"Why so stingy? The souvenir time is only one?" fahmi's nagging looking annoyed. Original, he wanted that thing too. And curious to quickly bring him to the gold shop. Whether or not it is real gold.
It's also pretty, right, if it's real. There was good luck in coming to the party. Moreover, just give 5 thousand money in an envelope.
"Sorry, Sir. But this is the rule."
"Ah the stingy Jojon. I swear to let her go again, no one will! The stingy guy's grave is narrow know, no! His recovery is guaranteed!" Fahmi passed away while grumbling, then approached Naya.
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