Mas, I would like to have a glass of limeade.

My mother and I were at the town, shopping at the Sunday Market. It's where jungle produce can be found. One can buy wooden pestle an mortar, snails (local 'escargot'), even turtles and tortoises. Live chickens, quails and fish are also available. If they're in luck, one can find pythons and venison and other exotic foods. Today I saw some civets lying in front of the peddlers.

Then we went to a coffee shop to have our breakfast. Serving us is an Indonesian gentlemen. As we are seated, I call for a waiter. Asking for a glass of limeade, I address him as Mas, a polite way to call another male (your age or slightly older) in Indonesian.

"Mas, can we have 2 glasses of limeade?"

He replied "certainly"

A few minutes later, he came with our order. I thanked him "Thank you, mas" while my mother handed him some money. He came back with the change and said "This is the balance, thank you Bu"

The moral of the story is, if you want a good service from a foreign worker, try to make them at home.

That's how my younger brother survived his internship at a plantation. He tries to make friends with his Indonesian colleague. His new friends were pleased that they gave him a Buginese machete, probably from the Celebes as a token of their friendship.