02/08/2024
I visited one of my stingy friends some time ago. As soon as he opened the door to welcome me, a very sweet aroma enveloped my nose, and from the scent, I could tell it was fried rice and goat meat.
It had been over a year since we had seen each other, and I believed he had changed.
I sat down, and we started discussing. Along the line, he excused himself and headed towards the kitchen.
I became very excited and used my saliva to wet my throat as I waited for him to grace my stomach with what I had perceived.
And guess what?
He emerged with a glass of water, placed it on the luxurious table before me, sat down, and asked me to help myself.
I pretended not to notice it and immediately shifted the topic of discussion.
Every time I said something, instead of elaborating, he would reply with either:
"Wow"
"I'm telling you"
or
"Hmmm"
I wondered why he did that until a few minutes later when smoke began to billow out from his kitchen.
I pointed towards the kitchen and said, "Peter, is something wrong? There's smoke in your kitchen."
He laughed and explained that it was coming from the window, as he was burning some rubbish outside, so I shouldn't be concerned.
The amusing thing was that the smoke didn't smell like smoke; it smelled like fried rice and goat meat.
I stayed quiet, and our conversation continued. Whenever I said something, his replies remained the same:
"Wow"
"I'm telling you"
or
"Hmmm"
As the smoke and aroma filled the room, Peter's face turned pale. He finally admitted, "Alright, I was actually preparing rice and goat meat, but I pretended like I wasn't, hoping you would get tired of my response and leave."
Just as he was yet confessing, the smoke turned to fire, causing chaos in the room. Panicking, Peter looked at me and shouted, "Help me put out the fire!"
With a mischievous smile, I replied,
"Wow, I'm telling you, hmmm... Help yourself."
I opened the door and left him to eat the fruit of his stinginess alone 🙄
