How dare someone prank him with the memories of his son, the only untainted matter in this battered world that kept him going?
Maryono stood up, and then he hunched again. Sitting down again, he massaged his temples, thinking. It was an unknown number, but the message clearly showed it was something that only Maryono and Rasita knew.
The favourite condiment of Rasita's late mother, who had passed away long before the pandemic. Her deathbed was in the house, in the room shared with Maryono.
Green chilli paste.
That was why Maryono thought special of this condiment, and he wanted to make the paste every time he had the ingredients. But it was difficult sometimes to obtain the green chilli peppers, and the first time he could get them regularly was from Stephanie's effort to connect him to the supply depot's request.
It was phenomenal.
