"Brother, let's go have some meat and drink. Don't eat here," Habeng said to Haga in their own language. If Haga ate the fried rice here, he would have to drink alone later.
"Would you like one too? I have a feeling that it'll be good," Habeng said with a smile.
Habeng shook his head. "Absolutely not. I'll die before I eat anything here." He used the common language this time, and said that in a tone that brooked no argument. He crossed his arms, ready to laugh at their fried rice.
Amy was sitting on the long-legged chair. "Someone will have to break his promise," she said softly as she looked at Habeng.
Habeng was a little embarrassed, and Amy's words made him nervous and irritated. "I swear on my club that I'll never eat here!" he said firmly.
Mobai read his mind with ease; it was written all over his face. He didn't say anything, though. And he didn't need to. He just needed to enjoy himself.