100 Rupiah Jaman Dulu Novels & Stories

Alfi replied. “It’s getting dusk, can you go with me to buy some food?” Kartika asked shy. “Do we even have money?” Alfi asked. “Well, this is just what I have,” Kartika said pulling out her wallet which consists of Rp. 10.000,00 (Rp. 10.000,00 is worth around 73 cents) bill only. “With the sum of people here, I don’t think we can afford for noodles for everyone,” Alfi said.

“I don't know how much the amount is compared to the Indonesian Rupiah exchange rate from the First Earth.” The man grinned. “I happen to know a little about that, you strong ass. Ten million volem is almost the same as ten billion rupiah or seven hundred and twelve thousand dollars!” Venus's eyes blinked. “Wow, so cheap.” The man under Venus snorted. “Cheap for you, expensive for us. Please wait up there; I will call the Voltum troops as soon as possible.” The man was laughing to himself like a greedy person who got a sudden profit. He flew Venus's body higher than before, then grabbed the smart phone in his pocket and started tapping on the touch screen.

which is made of Kryptonite metal. When converting to my currency, one crypto coin is equivalent to a thousand Indonesian rupiahs (0.067 dollars). Ten crypto coins are equal to ten thousand rupiahs(0.67 dollars), a hundred crypto coins are equal to a hundred thousand rupiahs(6.70 dollars), and finally, a thousand crypto coins are equal to one million rupiahs(67.22 dollars). The crypto coins in this world come in four denominations: one crypto coin, ten crypto coins, a hundred crypto coins, and a thousand crypto coins. The circulation of this currency is regulated by the merchant guild and the state.

Covered living expenses. Until finally, Ezra’s eyes locked onto the compensation section on the last page. His breath hitched, and his hands instantly froze at the figure written there. IDR 50,000,000.00 Fifty million rupiah. Every month. Ezra blinked several times, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him due to sleep deprivation. He re-read the string of zeros carefully. But the result remained unchanged. The number didn't budge. Fifty million. An amount he had never dared to imagine even in his wildest dreams.

demanded the old man. "Here! (Take it!)" Tukijo immediately handed over a hundred thousand rupiah note. The old man was shocked. It was astonishing that a high school student easily gave him a hundred thousand rupiah. He quickly grabbed the money from Tukijo's hand and left immediately. "How much pocket money do kids today have? Giving a hundred thousand rupiah so easily," muttered the old man in amazement, patting his chest. After the assessment, some kids played futsal, some went to the canteen, and others changed their identity shirts. The leisure time lasted until the second break ended.

My mum smiled. " By luxuries, you mean white powder, lead and Vaseline?" My dad laughed while mum blushed as she reminisced about the good old days. "Back then those were the bomb." Mum commented, using the slang she'd picked up from me and I chuckled in return. "And now the form of hundred Naira costs thousands of Naira." I shook my head. " The Naira's value keeps crashing. I miss the fairly good days of sixty-five naira per litre of fuel and the dollar at one hundred and fifty Naira." Mum lamented.

Evan scolded her. Grace's eyes widened in disbelief. “This shirt cost 50 euros? How much is that in rupiah?” She tried to convert it using her fingers. "That’s about eight hundred thousand? Wow! What a royal shirt. Something like this should only cost fifty thousand rupiah.” Evan sighed in annoyance. He certainly couldn't ask Grace to take off his shirt, so he just kept quiet and grabbed a cup from the shelf, along with some orange juice from the fridge.

Her old eyes were glued to the small white pot as she asked, "How much is it? It looks pretty... and expensive." Hearing the somber tone of her favorite voice, Indira hurriedly shook her head and explained, "The stall was almost closed when I stopped by, so one small pot was only ten thousand rupiah. It was cheap and I deliberately chose the freshest-looking ones." A wide smile then bloomed on the grandmother's wrinkled face. After she placed the plate on the table, Grandma grabbed the tiny pot and joyfully walked towards the balcony saying, "Very nice. Do you remember the story about how Grandma used to grow beautiful roses in her greenhouse?"

Riana sobbed at her husband's words. "So don't be wasteful if you want treatment!" "What is wasteful, the money you give me is only 20,000 rupiah a day, which is enough for the treatment, while I have to rack my brains to eat!" It's very hard to be accused of being wasteful by your own husband when he only gives you 20,000 rupiah a day. Even though Riana didn't have any children yet, in this day and age, that kind of money would be enough to feed three people.