Bentong was at a loss; he doesn't understand what's bodyguards are. He stood still, rooted to the ground trying to protect his newfound grandpa with his tiny fist.
Grandpa Go thought he's so cute for trying to protect him with his little body and bowed fist. "Son, why don't you go back with Grandma over there, and the food will arrive soon, alright!"
Bentong looks at grandpa Go to see if he's telling the truth. After assessing his face, he seems satisfied with what he saw. "Ok! I would go, but if they hurt you, I would beat them to death." He proudly said it, then turned hi,s attention to the young man and pointed his bowled fist at him. "Hmph!"
Old Ron had enough and decided to take the matter on hand. Since the cashier wanted to dig her grave, so be it. He turned around facing the customers at the line and the one already seated eating.
