|Kevin Kwan - Crazy Rich Asians|
from the sixteen-hour flight from Singapore, the train ride from
Heathrow Airport, and trudging through the rain-soaked streets. His
cousin Astrid Leong shivered stoically next to him, all because her
mother, Felicity, his dai gu cheh—or “big aunt” in Cantonese—said it was
a sin to take a taxi nine blocks and forced everyone to walk all the way
from Piccadilly Tube Station.
Anyone else happening upon the scene might have noticed an
unusually composed eight-year-old boy and an ethereal wisp of a girl
sitting quietly in a corner, but all Reginald Ormsby saw from his desk
overlooking the lobby were two little Chinese children staining the
damask settee with their sodden coats. And it only got worse from there.
Three Chinese women stood nearby, frantically blotting themselves dry
with tissues, while a teenager slid wildly across the lobby, his sneakers
leaving muddy tracks on the black-and-white checker board marble.
Ormsby rushed downstairs from the mezzanine, knowing he could
more efficiently dispatch these foreigners than his front-desk clerks.
“Good evening, I am the general manager. Can I help you?” he said
slowly, over-enunciating every word.
“Yes, good evening, we have a reservation,” the woman replied in
Ormsby peered at her in surprise. “What name is it under?”
“Eleanor Young and family.”
Kevin Kwan - Crazy Rich Asians - Bahasa Indonesia (Half)