At the Warung

There is a small warung near my office. The owner is Ibu Wati. She cooks rice, chicken, tempeh and vegetables. Everything is in glass boxes. You point at what you want.

I choose rice, tempeh and green vegetables. Ibu Wati puts them on a plate. "Chili?" she asks. "A little," I say. It costs fifteen thousand. I eat at a plastic table. It is simple and good.