“Have you had your lunch?” I asked, as I followed him when he led me across the street to take a tricycle ride to the other billiard joint.
“Yes. I had my lunch early so as not to be bothered by my growling tummy after we start playing,” he answered. “How about you? Have you taken yours?”
“I’m hungry,” I replied. “We have to look for a restaurant.”
“Ah, you haven’t had yours?” he said, a little bit surprise. There’s a small eatery near the place. You can have your meal there. Or if you like we can look for a restaurant around here.” I opted on his first suggestion, so he flagged a passing tricycle. It took only a couple of minutes to reach the place. As we entered the eatery I was almost shaking my head in disbelief. I felt like I was entering a dining place during the dark ages. The k
