Sunday Breakfast
They were not from the estate. At 9 o'clock on a Sunday morning, to be dressed so spiffily, they were most probably stopping by for breakfast before attending the morning service at the church along the main road. A brisk walk of 5 minutes will quickly get them in time for the 9:20 service.
The man, in his neatly pressed shirt, sat down at the table eagerly. The woman, in a blouse and skirt combination that looked better suited for a wedding dinner banquet stood near the table, looking around. They definitely were not related in any other fashion besides being from the same congregation. The body language showed it all. Such warm and orderly cordialness. Words spoken in a lilting tone.
Both looked to be in their 50s. They might have known each other for the last 2 or maybe 3 decades but had always only met on a Sunday. Sometimes they might even miss each other because they were so many other such friends and so little time. A Sunday morning was all they could afford for each other.
She sat down but not before smoothing her skirt with her palms pressed firmly from the back of her waist down to her knees. She tilted her head and glanced to ensure that her petticoat wasn't showing. Tugged the bottom of her blouse and straightened her back.
She ordered kopi (coffee with condensed milk) while he had milo kosong (chocolate drink without milk or sweetener). Upon hearing his choice of beverage, she gave an awkward smile of approval. As if to admit that she should be more careful about her sugar intake.
"So healthy ah? Milo kosong?", she remarked.
Cleanliness was not the only thing next to godliness it appears. Perhaps being health-conscious was on par. Given that new forms of cancer are found on a regular basis coupled with sky-rocketing medical charges. He just smiled back before saying he doesn't take much sweet stuff.
Her order came first. Two pieces of toast, crust still intact and sliced down the diagonals. Spread in between the bread was kaya (coconut and egg jam) and Planta margarine.
"Just bread?", he asked. Raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, I try to eat lightly. Seldom hungry in the morning. Sometimes I even skip breakfast.", she replied. Her lilt finding its way back into her voice. She seemed to have found her worthiness again.
At around this time, his order came. Mee-kiah tah (dried noodles).
"Well, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I try to have a hearty breakfast so that it can take me through the rest of the day.", he continued matter-of-fact-ly.
They settled down to their breakfast. She decided that she will attend the 7:45 service next Sunday forth.
The man, in his neatly pressed shirt, sat down at the table eagerly. The woman, in a blouse and skirt combination that looked better suited for a wedding dinner banquet stood near the table, looking around. They definitely were not related in any other fashion besides being from the same congregation. The body language showed it all. Such warm and orderly cordialness. Words spoken in a lilting tone.
Both looked to be in their 50s. They might have known each other for the last 2 or maybe 3 decades but had always only met on a Sunday. Sometimes they might even miss each other because they were so many other such friends and so little time. A Sunday morning was all they could afford for each other.
She sat down but not before smoothing her skirt with her palms pressed firmly from the back of her waist down to her knees. She tilted her head and glanced to ensure that her petticoat wasn't showing. Tugged the bottom of her blouse and straightened her back.
She ordered kopi (coffee with condensed milk) while he had milo kosong (chocolate drink without milk or sweetener). Upon hearing his choice of beverage, she gave an awkward smile of approval. As if to admit that she should be more careful about her sugar intake.
"So healthy ah? Milo kosong?", she remarked.
Cleanliness was not the only thing next to godliness it appears. Perhaps being health-conscious was on par. Given that new forms of cancer are found on a regular basis coupled with sky-rocketing medical charges. He just smiled back before saying he doesn't take much sweet stuff.
Her order came first. Two pieces of toast, crust still intact and sliced down the diagonals. Spread in between the bread was kaya (coconut and egg jam) and Planta margarine.
"Just bread?", he asked. Raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, I try to eat lightly. Seldom hungry in the morning. Sometimes I even skip breakfast.", she replied. Her lilt finding its way back into her voice. She seemed to have found her worthiness again.
At around this time, his order came. Mee-kiah tah (dried noodles).
"Well, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I try to have a hearty breakfast so that it can take me through the rest of the day.", he continued matter-of-fact-ly.
They settled down to their breakfast. She decided that she will attend the 7:45 service next Sunday forth.
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