So I was at my local mamak having dinner with a friend, and we just got there. I went over to where the curry and stuff are since I was hungry for rice. As we were looking at what was offered on the counter, a friend of mine caught sight of a boy reading a Malay-translated manga.

He nonchalantly walked over behind the boy, sneaking peeks at the page the boy was reading. The kid couldn’t be older than ten years old, and he appears to be really absorbed in his reading. I forgot what manga it was, since I was busy pouring gravy over my rice. Suddenly, I heard my friend say,

“Nanti kan, Floyd mati.”

I spun around to see the poor boy with a bewildered look on his face. Apparently, my friend has read the scanlated version of manga, and obviously knows the ending of the whole story.

“Nanti dia kena tembak kat kepala. Kesian gila.”

With that my friend walked away with a muka sepuluh sen and ordered a giant-sized mango juice. I sat down in front of him, unable to contain my laughter. The boy had “What the fuck?” written all over his face. So I said to my friend,

“You’re not a very nice man.”

“Oh, bite me. The poor kid’s a sucker. I actually lied about that part, anyway.”

“That’s not the point, you moron.”

“Aww, c’mon. You should try it sometime, look at his face!”

“You just love that priceless look, huh.”

I glanced over at the kid’s table. The manga he was reading halfway was then closed, and he quickly finished his drink. He was probably dissapointed at what he just learned. A pint-sized mug soon arrived at my table, filled to the brim with creamy mango puree. My friend took a nice long sip from it before asking me,

“By the way, you haven’t been reading the Naruto manga, right?”

“I kinda stopped after a while. Why?”

“Gaara’s dead.”

“Har har. I’ve read far enough to know that part of the story. You suck.”

“Aww, damn.”

And yes, I already know what happened with Sasuke and Naruto when they finally meet again. Now shut up.