A Bait of Meal
"Adrian…! Wait…! Adrian...!’’ Martin was shouting at the top of his bell-like voice. He stood up, swooped some pepper-soup with a spoon into his mouth quickly before dashing towards Adrian. Richard stood up too and followed suit.
"What are you doing, boy?’’ Martin asked breathlessly, he had run as fast as he could before catching up with Adrian on the way.
"Going back to the college of cause or where else did I come from?’’ Adrian screamed. "Is this the rubbish you brought us here for? Drinking and drinking of alcohol? I thought you said you would buy us decent swallow meal. Are alcoholic drinks the decent meal you promised us? The times of dinner has passed! This is eight o’clock already. Oh God, I can’t even imagine myself out of the college compound by this time!’’
