The example of Conversation

Alfi’s Father

Fauji, Imamul and arifin are having their breakfast. Alfi comes into the room. He is holding a letter.

Alfi : Hello, everybody.

Arifin : Helo.

Imamul : There’s a letter for you – Oh,you’ve got it.

Alfi : Yes, thanks, Imamul. The letter which is from my father, comes from Soreang.

Fauji : I can never read my father’s letters.

Imamul : Why’s that, Fauji?

Fauji ; He is a doctor. His writing is terrible.

Alfi: Your father’s a doctor?

Fauji : Yes. My father who works as a doctor, writes something complicatedly.

Imamul : What’s your father, Arifin?

Arifin : He’s got a shop. He sells newspapers, magazines, books, sweets, ices—everything.

Imamul : Is it a big shop?

Arifin : The shop that is managed by my father include three assistants.

Alfi : Three assistants?

Fauji : What’s your father, Imamul?

Imamul : He works in an office.

Alfi : Has he got a secretary?

Imamul : Two secretaries, I think.

Alfi : Two secretaries! Hmm.

Imamul : What’s your father’s job, Alfi?

Alfi : He’s… er… he’s a builder.

Arifin : A builder?

Imamul : Has he got a big office?

Alfi : Yes, of course ! Two offices ! He’s coming to Bandung.

Imamul : We can meet him.

Alfi : No ! I mean… yes. (Miserably) Yes. You can meet him on Saturday when he is here…

(On Saturday Mr Agus is putting a new carpet on the floor.)

Mrs. Agus : Oh, that is nice !

Mr. Agus: Yes ! All right, eh? There. I’ll close the door, and you can see it properly.

Mrs. Agus : It’s very good. But can I go out now?

Mr. Agus : Oh, yes. Of course you can. (He tries to open the door.) Oh…

Mrs. Agus : Oh dear. Can’t you open the door?

Mr. Agus : Of course I can. Just a minute—

Mrs. Agus : No ! Careful !

Mr.Agus : But we can’t get out !

Mrs. Agus : The carpet…

Mr. Agus : The carpet !

Mrs. Agus : Yes. You can take it away and then we can get out.

Mr. Agus : Take it away ! But… Oh, all right.

(He pulls up the carpet and opens the door.)

Mrs. Agus : Thank you.

Mr. Agus : That’s all right.

(Upstairs Alfi goes into the common room.)

Imamul : Hello, Alfi. (Alfi switches off the record player.) Hey you can’t do that.

Alfi : Oh yes I can. It’s Saturday. Go out. Go to a dance, or the pictures. Do something.

Imamul : I am doing something which someone in the world likes too, thank you ! I’m listening to music.

(She starts the record player again.)

Alfi : Fauji! You can’t paint there !

Fauji : Oh yes I can.

Arifin : What’s the matter, Alfi?

Alfi : Arifin ! What are you doing?

Arifin : I mend my clothes which is broken.

Alfi : Can’t you take them to your room?

Arifin : No. I’ve got all my things here.

(Downstairs, in the hall…)

Mrs. Agus : What are you doing now, Agus ?

Mr. Agus : I’m taking the door off, of course. Help ! It’s falling !

(The doorbell rings. Mrs Agus answer it.)

Mrs. Agus : Oh ! Good evening !

Mr. Joko : Evening ! Mrs. Agus?

Mrs. Agus : Yes…?

Mr. Agus : (The door is falling over.) Can someone please help me !)

(Mr. Joko comes into the hall. He holds the door up.)

Mr. Joko : Okay. Have you got a screw driver ?

Mr. Agus : Yes.

Mr. Joko : Put it under there.

Mr. Agus : Thank you, Mr.—er-- ?

Mr. Joko : Joko. How do you do? I’m Alfi’s father.