Copy and paste this from Dr. Liew‘s blog, titled ‘Fifty Ringgit‘. I am sharing this because it is a good reminder for us parents. Do read the original from Dr. Liew’s blog ‘cos I think my margin and alignment will all lari lintang pukang.
It was already late into the early hours of the morning. Ah Loong was still going through the papers on his table in the study room. This particular client had been real fussy. But the revenue is good if his tender goes through successfully. His client must be enjoying himself at that particular moment with the two prostitutes he had arranged for him earlier. These Middle East flers are really a humsup bunch, he shaked his head.
Ah Loong was punching on his four-rows-twelve-digits calculator with paper printout when his son Ah Seng, approached him.
Son : “Daddy…”
Father : *stop flipping pages* *lift eyes* “Why are you still awake at this hour? What do you want?”
Son : “How much do you make in an hour?”
Father : *lift head* “Why such question at this hour? Hmm…” *punch punch punch calculator* “It comes to around a hundred ringgit an hour… You should be asleep now. Go back to sleep. You still have school tomorrow.”
Son : “Can I borrow fifty ringgit from you?”
Father : “You disturb me at this hour just to ask for fifty ringgit? Go back to sleep before I cane you!”
So Ah Seng went back to his bedroom, closed the door and threw himself onto the bed. He cried and cried wiwiwawa kaubeh kaubu very the cai leong.
Ah Loong heard his crying across the walls.
“What’s fifty bucks to me. The dinner with my client, with karaoke, supper and giu gai jik lork (å«é·„ç›´è½) already cost me near five digits. What’s fifty bucks to me?” Ah Loong was thinking.
So he retrieved his wallet and fished out a fifty ringgit note. He knocked on Ah Seng’s door.
He turned the door knob. It was not locked.
He proceeded to enter the room and sat by Ah Seng’s bed.
Father : “I’m sorry son. I was having some problem thinking over my business. Here you go.” *hand over the fifty ringgit note* “Go and buy whatever you want.”
Ah Seng stopped crying and sat up. He reached under the lamp by his bed and took out another fifty ringgit note.
Son : “I’ve managed to save this fifty ringgit over the past two months, with this fifty ringgit from you, it will total up to a hundred ringgit.”
Father : “And?”
Son : “And with this hundred ringgit, I hope I can buy an hour from you so that you can come back an hour earlier tomorrow to have dinner with us…”