My flight was at 6AM from Bandung to Makassar. I brought two slices of wheat bread because I knew I would starve during my 2h flight. I fell asleep immediately after I was seated. I didn’t realise if my plane had taken off nor I heard the attendants coming. I woke up in the middle of my flight to take a few bites of my breads, then got back to sleep.
Pimo, a friend of mine who worked in Makassar and the reason why my friends & I came here, picked me up at the airport. She found me grumbling on how starving I was. “OK, we pick Rina and Rara up, then we’ll have Sop Saudara. You have no objection of eating beef in the morning, right?” said Pimo calmly. I nodded immediately and said loudly, “I WANT ALL THOSE MAKASSAR AUTHENTIC CUISINES. YEAY!” I barely had heavy breakfast, but this time I wouldn’t say NO. Little I knew, I shouldn’t had said that because I could barely escape from beef here in Makassar. You’ll know why.