Seems more and more uncertainties coming up those days around the world , that really bothers Japanese Primer Abebe very much. To get the tie with his old friend tightened, Mr Abebe invited Mr Dump, the president of the superpower country, to have a casual visit to Tokyo. Mr Abebe is an intriguing and savvy man, he knows quite well what Mr Dump’s taste is and how to make him happy.
It was at the very night of the arriving day, in his luxury presidential suite, just as Mr. Dump undressed himself totally and started walking toward the shower room, then there came the soft knock on the door. Things happened very fast, it did not leave Mr Dump a chance to grab a bath towel to wrap himself around the waist, a shinning skin Asian girl had already slipped in.
Next morning, at the first moment when Mr. Dump opened his eyes, he almost lost his mind on where he’s about, until he felt a warm slim arm extending cross over his chest. He’d not experienced such deep and undisturbed sleep for quite a while. Now he felt a sort of refilled, a feeling of regaining power crawling all over his body. Then the girl spasmed lightly, she made her eyes half way opened, spilled out a wave of charming.
Wow! Mr Dump finally realized what the situation was all about now, and he remembered all those impressive details happening last night. Fantastic! All of a sudden, it seemed Mr Dump was stuck by something, he turned to the girl and asked curiously : yesterday, when both of us were at that exciting moment, why did you keep yelling “Machigayi！Machigayi“? what does that really mean ? The girl broke out a shallow smile, mild and sexy : it means “you are terrific!”,
No doubt, Abebe’s upcoming agenda was enjoyable and amiable. One undispensable arrangement was play golf. To honorable guest, the Japanese curtesy and politeness can go extreme to flattery. So no matter what shot Dump made, good or so so, Mr ABebe always shouted out cheerfully for congratulations. Of course, Mr Dump was a decent man ，on top of that, he's a very shrewd man as well, he’s competent to catchup new skills to establish rapport atmosphere . So when Abebe did hit good ones, Mr Dump gave applause back and shouted “yeah! Machigayi！”, in quite aloud. Everybody around laughed politely, but Mr Abebe looked embarrassed and puzzled.
It was a pleasurable afternoon, at least to Mr Dump, very relaxed and enjoyable. After the game, when both leaders sit side by side on tea break, Abebe asked Dump in his depressed low voice: every time when I hit a good shot, why did you always yell ,”it’s a wrong hole!”?