If You Are Rich, I'm Single

I was sitting in my bedroom watching a movie. I was wearing a pair of football shorts. Since the day was quite hot, I didn't wear a T-shirt or whatever. Just shorts.

Then suddenly, I heard my 6-year-old nephew shouting from the outside, calling me. I ignored him. Then he came to my bedroom knocking on the door. I was pissed, then I opened the door. I looked at him with a very fierce look. He told me that my friends were waiting for me outside. I asked him if he was sure that those people outside were indeed my friends. He nodded confidently.

So I wondered, if they were my friends, they would have called me before coming. But then I guessed they might be old friends who had lost my number. I also imagined that they might be girls. I forgot to ask my nephew about that. So I grabbed a red T-shirt, purposely picked, just in case the ones who were waiting for me were girls. I looked into the mirror, my hair was messy. So I combed my hair, but not too nicely.

Then I walked out of the room and headed outside. At the same time, my mind was visualizing the possible candidates who were waiting for me outside. "Girls. Girls." I hoped.

But the truth was way too far from my imagination. When I stepped outside, I saw four old men with long beard in jubah. I was shocked, dumbstruck, flabbergasted, stupefied, and whatever. They were shocked, too. They stared at me, who was in shorts, and then read the print on my T-shirt; 'If You Are Rich, I'm Single'. After a moment of silence, they greeted and started talking. They were tabligh (very religious type of people) from Pakistan, and they came to share some knowledge about Islam.

If I knew that they were tabligh, I would have come out with proper attire.

p/s: Haziq, how the heck did you get the idea that they were my friends?? T_T