"Oh... that, went well..." I stuttered. I glanced at Aunt Rosi who shook her head, then she returned to serving the customers.
"Tan, being rich is hard, isn't it." I said at last. Actually, there are many things I want to share with Aunt Rosi. But... circumstances forced me to share only a small part of all the feelings in my heart.
"Why? They have a lot of money, and can live well." one of them is about our different principles... yes, very different.
"Sometimes... what we see is not what it really is, Tan. They can live in luxury, they can have a good time. But to be happy? I think only a few rich people can do that."
"You talk like a 50 year old Grandma, Lam. It's... done, go home... study, or sleep. I'm sure you're tired, that's why you talk digress."
"But-"
"Go home, Nilam."
"Okay, Tan."
