Someday It Will
The scorching sun was making her effect on the face of the earth. Just exactly the one I am standing on. It was during lunch time that I had to stride out to the nearby food court. Reluctantly I walked past the row of shops. Oblivion to me, I just wanted to pack the food and had it take away.
the stall owners are busy prepare the food for the patrons, making sounds I can hardly make out of. The patrons while waiting for the food to be served were chatting away. Somehow I getting the feeling of me getting drowned in the midst of the crowds. Sides of my fingernails, itches. The tendency to inch my fingernails to my teeth – biting it. Enochiophobia wasn’t in me. I placed an order to the counter – today I shall have my chicken rice. More carbohydrate but who the hell cares… I am going to die old f-ugly fat anyway.
I make a quick eye contact with the chicken rice seller. I told him its for takeaway. ‘clink’ ‘clink‘ I gathered the exact change for him. Hastily I grab the food and make my way back to the tall building, putting forth my foot.
My face was lighted in red, brightly from the heat outside. I was perspiring from this menial task, wetting my shirt and face which left two security guards judging which marathon I just participated. Ignoring them, I stepped into the lift sending me all the way up to my office. The motion of the lift, against the gravity pulling down going up sending me to the button I pressed – Level 22.
I stepped out and head back into my office. Straight I walked towards the pantry and settle down on a desk at the corner of the pantry… Pull out the pinky plastic chair the boss bought from Ikea, and I sat down. Took out the lunch box from the red plastic bag, I realized something was amiss. Aha. Spoon and fork. That was the least concern as I withdraw the utensils from the drawer. Stainless steels fork and spoon bearing MAS and JAL engraving. The beauty of flying on the best carrier last time which about a score or one-half dickhead decade ago, we can simply took it home. Haha.
The aroma of the chicken rice, piercing into my mind through my olfactory sending signal to the beer belly and I begins to feel hungry. Saliva increased and mind was thinking of putting the first bite in. Still it had something amiss. Aha! Found out the reason…
No Chilis!!!
Chicken Rice Essentials
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