"That's none of your business. What makes you ask such a thing? " the man said angrily. " I just want to know. Please tell me, How much do you earn an hour? " pleaded the little boy. If you must know, I make RM 20.00 an hour." " Oh," " Daddy, can I borrow RM 1O.00, Please?
The father was furious. " If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make it is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you may march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think why you' re being so self. I work long , hard hours everyday and don't have time for such childish games."
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy's questioning. How dare he ask such questions to only get some money. After an hour or so, the man calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with RM 10.00 and he didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door. " Are you asleep son? " he asked. "No daddy, I'm awake, replied the boy. " I've been thinking maybe I was too hard on you earlier, " said the man.
It's been a long day and I took my aggravation out 0n you. Here's that RM 10.00 you asked for." The little boy sat straight up, beaming. " Oh, thank you daddy" he yelled reaching under his pillow, he out pulled out some more ringgit notes and slowly counted out his money. The man seeing the boy already had money, started again. " Why did you want more money if you already had some? " the father grumbled.
"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do, the little boy replied. " Daddy , I have RM 20.00 now, Can I buy an hour of your time? "