Sebenarnya agak susah menjadi anak perantauan kalau tak ada social support system. None of my family members are here, most of my friends are back for good in their hometowns and friends that I have here, I don't get to see them very often because of my working hours.
It can get very very veryyyy lonely.
My colleagues who are staying with their family sometimes bought home cooked food to work and there I was eating my food-court-bought lunch and thinking how nice it is to have someone who prepared food for you.
At times when I got home late from work and hungry, I couldn't help but think how nice it is to come home to a nice home cooked meal. Doesn't have to be anything elaborate, probably fried fish with white rice is enough to make me feel loved.
But yeah, I ended up eating a piece of bread with a cup of hot tea. Either because I was too tired or too late to cooked but most of the time because I don't have anything in the fridge besides eggs.
Sometimes when I'm home early and in a domestic mood, I cook but the feeling is not the same as when someone cooked it for you.
I think the missing ingredients would be love.
True what they say, food is a currency of love.
Safe to say, I am deeply homesick and I miss a nice home cooked food.
The other day, I purposely did not have dinner at work because I wanted to make fried rice at home. So when I got back, hungry and tired, when suddenly my housemate said
"Gas sudah habis."
Fffffffffffff.....Nangis di sudut bilik.
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