Her face was as bright as the appearance of a full moon, her chin all up like a mouse that just saw a full roasted fish.
She sat comfortably o. The seat was rendered to her and the table tagged mother of the day. A position that most women will want to occupy on a wedding ground Mummy Greg was opportune to serve as one as her loose-door neighbor took the love of his life to the aisle.
The church service was something else as mummy Greg displayed, she couldn't help but curtain the excitement in her. Soon the church service was over and down to the reception ground where she will take her position as the mother of the day.
The table was decorated with good coloured linings. Everything seemed to be going fine until it got to a part they call Item 7 which requires the welfare departments to take care of food and drinks to be distributed.
Mummy's chin kept rising with a broad smile. Her table was served with a takeaway disposable plate.
Her imagination was the Inscription on the invitation card at the last part of it. RSVP But then something happened. It seems her expectations were not met. Immediately she opened the takeaway.
Mweeeschhh, is this the RSVP indicated on the invitation card? She said to herself.
With rage, she moved immediately out of her seat and straight out of the reception ground, one of the welfare noticed and quickly followed her.
Welfare: "Ma is everything alright?"
Mummy Greg: " Is this the rice that you guys promised to serve at the wedding?
Welfare " But that is what the groom and the bride can afford. A dough with just little pieces of meat.
Please manage it.
Mummy Greg: " Then next time don't include what you can't afford on your invitation". Her face became more squeezed like a cloth to be taking for laundry.
Welfare: " How do you mean ma?"
Mummy Greg: RSVP
Welfare: what does that have to do with this?
Mummy Greg: " Seem you do not know your work very well, RSVP means 'Rice Stew Very Plenty'. But I can not see any rice here, not to even talk of the stew.
The welfare could not help but let it out it was disgusting to mummy Greg but the. She wondered what would have mazed this guy that is making him laugh this hard.
He couldn't mention a word as he quietly moved his ass out of the scene to avoid being kicked on the ass by an angry woman who was not served rice at a wedding party.
Her face was as bright as the appearance of a full moon, her chin all up like a mouse that just saw a full roasted fish.
She sat comfortably o. The seat was rendered to her and the table tagged mother of the day. A position that most women will want to occupy on a wedding ground Mummy Greg was opportune to serve as one as her loose-door neighbor took the love of his life to the aisle.
The church service was something else as mummy Greg displayed, she couldn't help but curtain the excitement in her. Soon the church service was over and down to the reception ground where she will take her position as the mother of the day.
The table was decorated with good coloured linings. Everything seemed to be going fine until it got to a part they call Item 7 which requires the welfare departments to take care of food and drinks to be distributed.
Mummy's chin kept rising with a broad smile. Her table was served with a takeaway disposable plate.
Her imagination was the Inscription on the invitation card at the last part of it, RSVP But then something happened. It seems her expectations were not met. Immediately she opened the takeaway.
Mweeeschhh, is this the RSVP indicated on the invitation card? She said to herself.
With rage, she moved immediately out of her seat and straight out of the reception ground, one of the welfare noticed and quickly followed her.
Welfare: "Ma, your face seem is not as bright as when you came in."
Mummy Greg: " Turned to him like a lion who's injury has been touched her voice could tell. Is this the rice you all said will be served at the wedding party?
Welfare " But that is what the groom and the bride can afford. A dough with just little pieces of meat.
Please manage it.
Mummy Greg: " Then next time don't include what you can't afford on your invitation."
Welfare: "His eye got widely open he turned to look if someone was hearing what he was hearing as well. How do you mean ma?"
Mummy Greg: RSVP
Welfare: Again he scratched his head then folded his arms between each other. what does that have to do with this?
Mummy Greg: " The vains on her face began to show as she looked straight into the young man's eye. Seem you do not know your work very well, RSVP means 'Rice Stew Very Plenty'. But I can not see any rice here, not to even talk of the stew.
The welfare guy could not help but let it out it was disgusting to mummy Greg but then She wondered what would have gone wrong with this guy that is making him want to tear the ground opening his mouth mouth widely to laugh at their conversation?
He couldn't mention a word as he quietly moved his ass out of the scene to avoid being kicked on the ass by an angry woman who was not served rice at a wedding party.