It was an hour to midnight. Aida Maria sent me a text message on WhatsApp:
“I teringat nasi panas yang you makan dengan sambal/rendang and kacang panjang. Sodap nye. Menyesal den tak baham semalam. Huhuhu. Okay lah, rest well.”
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After all the guests left, it was just me, Aida Maria and my leftover Spaghetti Marinara. But all I could think of was my Mom and her nasi panas with anything that always looked so delicious. Like a hungry raven of Port Klang, I scrounged for the leftover Rendang Kerang that had become Serunding Kerang, found some Sambal Tumis Ikan Bilis and some string beans for ulam. Aida Maria didn’t join me because she had two plates of mia pasta del frutti di mare. Basta pasta. Si!
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To Aida Maria, I replied with:
“Hahahaha padan muka!”
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She didn’t text me back. I think she pretended to be asleep.
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A little Italian:
mia = my
frutti di mare = seafood
basta = enough
si = yes
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Questa è Enida 
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