There were 2 Restourants I always visited in daily.

One of them was called "Tegal Restourant"

As a person who hated wasting money, 

I did always buy the cheapest but the most nutritious food.

There was very few choices that was mostly consisted of Rice and vegetable soup.

A glass of water was given as bonus.

I only need to spent 5 Krupiah for each time I Hungry.

It was less than half a Dollar. 

In other word, 1 dollar was enough for me to ate Twice a day. 

One day, the old man was changed by a few new workers.

They looked still inexperienced and too awkward in serving the customer.

It was a conclution I got from seeing their tremble hands and hearing their nervous voice.

Whatever, 

It was finally my turn and I order the usual food.

" How much? "

I asked as formality.

" 7 Krupiah, Sir "

In my heart, I did Scream that it was far more expensive than the amount I used to pay.

Well, ofc I didn't show my annoyance.

Instead, I gave her an awkward smile, payed the meal and went to my usual table.

I looked at my plate.

' This... Could only be considered as a snacks '

The rice and the vegetable was far fewer.

I was only gotten about half of what I used to get. 

I sighed and stared the worker.

She made a mistake and almost collided with other employee.

They were smilling to each other and immedietly back to do their duty. 

I turned my gaze to my plate and gave myself an awkward smille.

' Okay '

This might be an extra price I had to pay to enjoy their fresh beautifull face.

And so, 

I began to pray and ate my dinner.