Cursed meal Indonesian Independence day

the story starts as every year.
For most of you know, that on 17th we have our independence day. Although Holland until now do not recognize the independence day process hehehe. At least that what my holland colleague told me.
Calling my sis
P: Paulkun
S: My Sis

S: Let's go to the consulate.
P: ah it the same every year.
S: at least we can get food for free. Rice. Remember rice.
(For your information in this country is not that usual to eat rice every time. Especially when it is free. He hehehe. Damn Asian.)
P: Free rice and "Dangdut" (indonesian folk music with much wiggy wiggy and throwing hip everywhere). Seems as a good reason for coming.
S: But we won't come for the ceremonial bla bla bla thing.
P: for sure. (You think I am that crazy to stand for more than one hour to hear a guy talk and talk without looking to us, as he can only see his script.)
S: that should do it.

So we came 1.5 hour later. Then we had to stand in the queue for one hour. Sigh free rice came with a price. hik hik. Stop the pity party. Then we all happily watching the Dangdutters. Yeah shake it to the right shake it to the left. Went home. Happily ever after.

Thats what you wished for. Unfortunately at 3 am in the morning I had to wake up with a big belly. Like pregnant. Had to go to toilet many many many many times. It seems that we got curse for not behaving correctly in the independence day.

It turned out that many people suffered the same as I did. Somehow the "Rendang" (Indonesian gulasch) suffered from expired coconut milk. Might be to squeeze the budget they are using everything that still left. Huahahahahaha Damn you to "Ibu Dharma Wanita" or anyone who did cook this cursed meal.

I guess at that night all toilets from Indonesian people in this area were full occupied.

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