Diaz poured the sauce and sambal into his chicken noodle bowl. He unconsciously poured too much. So much that the sauce dripped!
"Diaz! Diaz! Diaz! The sauce!" Afika announced. Oh my! Why are kids daydreaming while eating?
"Oops! Sorry!" Diaz regretted it. Afika's T-shirt and jeans were splashed with the sauce from Diaz's chicken noodle bowl.
"Aaaarrrggghhh! What happened? My shirt got splashed with the sauce. It's you!" Afika blamed Diaz.
"Sorry. I apologised earlier, didn't I," Diaz quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped Afika's sweatshirt that had been splashed with chilli sauce. I think it would be hard to remove the stain.
"Well, you can change your clothes later! I already bought you a new T-shirt," Diaz said with a solution.
"Yes, but, right ... I'm just going back to the hotel." Afika chuckled. "You're ...."
"Sorry," Diaz coaxed. Afika still made a face.
"Anyway, what are you doing all day? People who want to eat are daydreaming. That's weird," Afika grumbled.
