I Hate To Have Visitors
How I hate to receive visitors. I can’t keep up a clever conversation.
I’d rather visit him or her and I’m so free to leave as soon as I want. If he visits us, we certainly wouldn’t be able to chase him away anyway. And he just can’t go away immediately for courteous sake. Besides, you don’t know what it costs me to clean up the house, buy some snack, take it down the stairs, wash the plates when I have no servant to do it with a hurting leg. Days, since the announcement of his coming visit am I sick, vexed of waiting and of the thought.
And now, think of my brother in law to gladden us with oleh-oleh (a little gift of fruits or cookies, sweets after a journey) from Makasar by visiting and bringing it himself. I said to my sister “don’t trouble him to take it to us. But in my mind, I meant. not to trouble us with his visit. Oh, oh, my dear sister who was in France telephoned him, instead, urged, forced him to come in person to honor us. What a cruel, foolish request of a wife as he had almost no access to a car, a guide and a lot more in Jakarta. I’d rather free Johan in that case.
Instead of receiving his visit and embarrassed, converse about nothing, the weather, I now will visit him. How I wish he could sent someone else.
Imagine, Whom should I ask a favor to do something, I myself don’t like, hate? And he stays in Pondok Indah on the 11th floor. Whom should I take with me in the lift and carry the oleh-oleh downstairs? Who would drive me? Remember, I have to repay a kindness with a kindness. So I have to buy some snack, forced to do it myself, telephone here, there, traffic jams, … I won’t tell you all the trouble, miseries I encounter. I am vexed. All this is surely, really like hell to escape a worse hell.
“I got the parcel though. It was lucky he was away, ha, ha.” she laughed as she, opa Johan’s wife related this afterwards to me. “I’m oh so happy it’s over. He has returned to France.”
How I hate to receive visitors. I can’t keep up a clever conversation.
I’d rather visit him or her and I’m so free to leave as soon as I want. If he visits us, we certainly wouldn’t be able to chase him away anyway. And he just can’t go away immediately for courteous sake. Besides, you don’t know what it costs me to clean up the house, buy some snack, take it down the stairs, wash the plates when I have no servant to do it with a hurting leg. Days, since the announcement of his coming visit am I sick, vexed of waiting and of the thought.
And now, think of my brother in law to gladden us with oleh-oleh (a little gift of fruits or cookies, sweets after a journey) from Makasar by visiting and bringing it himself. I said to my sister “don’t trouble him to take it to us. But in my mind, I meant. not to trouble us with his visit. Oh, oh, my dear sister who was in France telephoned him, instead, urged, forced him to come in person to honor us. What a cruel, foolish request of a wife as he had almost no access to a car, a guide and a lot more in Jakarta. I’d rather free Johan in that case.
Instead of receiving his visit and embarrassed, converse about nothing, the weather, I now will visit him. How I wish he could sent someone else.
Imagine, Whom should I ask a favor to do something, I myself don’t like, hate? And he stays in Pondok Indah on the 11th floor. Whom should I take with me in the lift and carry the oleh-oleh downstairs? Who would drive me? Remember, I have to repay a kindness with a kindness. So I have to buy some snack, forced to do it myself, telephone here, there, traffic jams, … I won’t tell you all the trouble, miseries I encounter. I am vexed. All this is surely, really like hell to escape a worse hell.
“I got the parcel though. It was lucky he was away, ha, ha.” she laughed as she, opa Johan’s wife related this afterwards to me. “I’m oh so happy it’s over. He has returned to France.”
“Well, I just stopped by in Kebon Jeruk on the way to picnic this Sunday morning and knocked on the gate.” said Opa Johan, “Blacky joyfully, excitedly ran up to me from behind the gate as the gate was locked. I’m so welcome. He’s so happy with my visit even without oleh-oleh. What do you say?”
“Sure, as I am not a dog.” She said.
As she mused, what a price it takes just to receive someone’s unwanted goodness. Instead of a blessing, a happy surprise it comes like a torment you’ll always remember if you can’t, don’t have the courage to refuse, become wiser, just because of a small, stupid parcel, thing, request.
September 2008
“Sure, as I am not a dog.” She said.
As she mused, what a price it takes just to receive someone’s unwanted goodness. Instead of a blessing, a happy surprise it comes like a torment you’ll always remember if you can’t, don’t have the courage to refuse, become wiser, just because of a small, stupid parcel, thing, request.
September 2008
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