An Unforgettable Quarrel
“Hi, Pak Tani, they look fresh and good, those vegetables. How much does they cost?” so I asked him.
Said the farmer: “ Rp. 50.-.”
“Can we haggle about the price?”
“Sure” he said.
“What about Rp. 200.-? That is too cheap. Raise your price please.”
“Oh, no, no, no. That’s too high. What about Rp. 75.-? That’s high enough. It can’t be raised anymore.”
“What about Rp. 175.- ?”
“No, no, no, the price is fixed, not more.
“After fierce battling to and fro we agreed on Rp. 150.-.“
“How happy we were after our hot dispute, quarrel we’ll never forget. Imagine, just for Rp. 150.- , I, we got more than a million dollars worth in happiness, you know? Aren’t you proud to have such a rich husband” and he whispered: “who has the courage to praise himself? Ha, ha, ha. What do you say?” opa Johan said to his wife who pinched him.
“Hi, Pak Tani, they look fresh and good, those vegetables. How much does they cost?” so I asked him.
Said the farmer: “ Rp. 50.-.”
“Can we haggle about the price?”
“Sure” he said.
“What about Rp. 200.-? That is too cheap. Raise your price please.”
“Oh, no, no, no. That’s too high. What about Rp. 75.-? That’s high enough. It can’t be raised anymore.”
“What about Rp. 175.- ?”
“No, no, no, the price is fixed, not more.
“After fierce battling to and fro we agreed on Rp. 150.-.“
“How happy we were after our hot dispute, quarrel we’ll never forget. Imagine, just for Rp. 150.- , I, we got more than a million dollars worth in happiness, you know? Aren’t you proud to have such a rich husband” and he whispered: “who has the courage to praise himself? Ha, ha, ha. What do you say?” opa Johan said to his wife who pinched him.
“Oh, it’s just your fancy, fantasy.” she said.
October 1974
October 1974
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