Nasi Goreng

1. Rice with Sambal

I enter the kitchen, people are seated, long table, simple room, one side feels open, though room reminds me of my parent's kitchen. Not many people. Quite, feels like a monastery. White. People are seated on the closed side, which would be the cooking side.

Different plates with rice are on the table. Different sizes of portion. All are mixed with sambal. I'm a bit surprised. This looks spicy. The biggest portion is at the other end of the table, for someone who is not there. Or at least, I don't see him.

I go around the table to where the rice is and get myself some. But I take only a little, only a handful. My plate also looks like a saucer more than a plate. Evidently, there's sambal on my rice, you can't take it without. And I add some fried onions (bawang goreng), too, until the lot is covered. Very small dish.

2. The Spanish Girl I have been Expecting

In the bookshop, looks like real. Other colleague or colleagues there. Girl comes who I had expected. It is the Spanish girl with long black hair that I keep running in to, though never spoken to, I always see her on her bicycle with two of her friends. She has been in the shop once, since then it happens. Now she was there. My colleague, Tama I suppose, is also there, but I want to talk to her in private. Tama seems to notice, she sees what it means, I talk to the girl, she leaves the shop. Don't know what it was about. The talk was rather long and varied, don't know about the consequences...