The better way out

What’s for lunch?! is the everyday thought romping on my mind the second I step into my home sweet home. It’s an intriguing feeling to be curious about what the ‘house people’ have prepared for my meal.

 My love for food is invincible. Mind you.



“Masak apa?” I would ask. And above all kinds of replies, I’ve always been preferring to hear, “Hari ni tak masak.”

That, would’ve made me happier, way happier than to hear anything like “Ikan kari dengan sayur kubis” or “Ayam masak merah” or “Sup tulang.” (sup tulang? you’re joking)

No sarcasms, I’m sober.

I really do not know why, I really don’t, but I hardly feel like eating when being at home. Except if they make something that is not the typical white rice with lauk.

1. The one who cooks is normally my maid (meet Lela, the latest). And I’ve never, had the natural desire to have whatever that she prepared. Betul tak tipu. Tak pernah. If I eat what she cooks it’s just because I have to. I have to live.
2. “Hari ni tak masak” equals to a golden opportunity to be having something from outside, which is also equal to, good food.  

These past few months, masakan di rumah is always boring and discouraging. Or maybe, my appreciation of taste and flavor is now turning unruly. I’m not sure what I actually want. Whenever roti Gardinea is available, I would eat them instead of the rice.

I know, there are Somalians who are starving, Palestinians who have not eaten for days and vagrants who would grin half the circumference of his head to discover sebutir nasi, babies who are born to poverty and all the poor people around who are not as lucky as I am.

I am grateful. But I’m not you, I’m not him or them. I am Luqman. I have my own fingerprints and I have my own taste buds. So how ah. That being the case my future bride should be someone who, either cooks brilliant dishes or doesn’t know how to cook at all but appreciates the seriousness of having food food. Not hamsap halfhearted “can-do-lah” food. I won't mind dining at restaurants every single day as long as no one makes me eat things I don't want to.