So, Monday and Thursday are my fasting day. And today I only want 3 things for my breaking fast or ‘Buka Puasa‘; Sate Padang OR pasta OR the crispy fried chicken from KFC. Greedy me.

Like today, I had to be at home before 6pm cause I was expecting for my package to be arrived. Actually I could just ask them to drop it at the receptionist, but I was just so excited for my new fan!! My old fan is spoiled, I didn’t have time to get the new one, so I ordered online this morning and tadaaaaaaaa I’m getting my new fan today. FINALLY!! The courier came late due to the traffic jam (if you living in Jakarta, you will know how crazy our traffic here), So 5 mins before my breaking fast, I had to rush to go the KFC. Was going to cry when my usual go-to KFC was undergoing renovations. So I went up a bit further and found McDonald’s. By that time, it was 30 mins since ‘adzan maghrib’ I was already sooo hungry I felt like I was going to drop to the ground.

Anyway, I stood in line through dinner hour crowd. Smelled the yummy air of hot greasy oil and licked my lips as I saw orders going out to the people in front of me.

Hmmm… Do I want the chicken porridge? Ooohhh but those fries she got look so good…. Oh McFlurry! How can I forget! Chicken nuggets? My tummy grumbles. No No gotta stick to the fried chicken and McFlurry!

Why… is… this… lady… taking… so…. long? How much does she eat!!

Why… is… the… server… dragging…. her… feet? Hurry up and pack the burger already!!

At this point, I felt really lightheaded. Don’t faint, don’t faint, don’t faint.

Oh finally, my turn!!

Ok move, lady.

“Hi, just a quick question. Do you accept cards?” I ask cheerfully.

“No, Miss.”

“But I don’t have any cash with me. You don’t have a credit/debit card machine?” I asked, this time not so cheerfully.

“No, Miss.”

I looked down at my purse and counted. 60 cents… sigh… can’t even buy an Iced Milo. I really felt like crying. I walked out hungry and felt sooo poor. What’s the use of a shiny card if it can’t even buy me dinner for my buka puasa??? *cries blood* My stomach was grumbling even louder and my headache felt stronger. So. Hungry.

In the car, the driver asked me, sounding very concerned.

“Mbak… kok gak beli makanan… habis ya? Apa mau cari di tempat lain?”

I sighed loudly and answered miserably, “Gak pak. mereka ga terima kartu buat bayar nya. saya gak punya duit.”

I think he wanted to laugh but he held it in.

“Gak apa-apa mba, saya punya duit ini. Mba mau makan apa? Ntar saya yang beliin?”

God bless his soul.

Cash! Always carry some cash!

But thank God, at least I could have my pasta tho.


I was wearing Xoxo Lova tee-shirt

Dinner Money-2

Look at how cute my brand new fan is!


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