One More Please

To many, the more the merrier. More means good. But when is it ever enough for us to feel grateful for whatever God has given us.

Took the bus home the other day and I really wanted to doze off when this uncle, who sat across the aisle, began to continue his conversation.

"You cannot trust your wife. See what happened. All your money gone. That's why I tell you, you should open up your own separate account."

"Yeah, love is love I know. Eh, I got 3 wives you know. One Chinese, one Indonesian and the latest one a Filipino"

Then his other phone rang. "Eh, wait ah." He checked his phone and slid it back into his left pocket.

"Huh? Oh, aiyah, my girlfriendlah. Calling me. I don't know what she want. Eh, hold on ah"

He then took out his other ringing phone.

"Eh, where are you? Ah? Home? You sure or not? Eh, you think ah, I don't know what you're doing when I'm not home is it? Don't play around with me I tell you. I jaga you very good all this while okay. Who takes care of you? Who gives you money back to your kampung? You want me to stop all these?"

"Just because I'm not around, you can play around okay. I know where you go and stuff. I hire a detective to follow you around you know. Don't play a fool with me. Okay okay, I go first. I talk to you later."

Hung up this conversation and continued the other one.

"Hello? Ah yes yes. Aiyah, wife problem lah what else. Eh, I heard you have 2 wives is it?"

How about asking for one more and that guy on the other end of the phone can start sending some extra money into another kampung.

jamiel
Kampung Glum