The Kitchen Story

It’s kinda hurt. It came like a bombshell, stabbed the Teflon right in the heart :D

There is one room where I see lots of shoes outside (Let’s name it Room B)
I should pass that room to get into the kitchen.
I believe many people are insides, which I am curious how come.
As far as I know there should be maximum 2 people per room and will be charged additionally around Rp. 300k.
But from the number of the shoes and the laughter I usually catch, they would be at least 4.
I never seen their faces.

Btw, that doesn’t bother me, coz it’s none of my business anyhow.

There is another room, the closest one to the kitchen
(Let’s say Room H)
I know quite well the inmate. They are two Chinese men.
I can say they are my competitors in the kitchen, coz they cook as I do.
At first I was wondering how they cook coz I couldn’t see the cooking gear at the kitchen except mine.
Until one day, I saw them cooking and I’m waiting for my turn on the chair while preparing for my own.
Wow, I saw them using a Teflon, and other tools.
But after they were finished, they washed them and bring back to their room (including the cooking oil).
Hmmm, a bit stingy I guess.
But Esti convinced me that it would be for my own good.
They are Chinese so who knows they use pork so… (you know what she meant).

Btw, that bothers me a little coz sometimes they watch me cooking that I feel terrified and haunted (lebay).

And today, when I went to the kitchen I saw like 4 men were cooking.
And you know what?
They were using my Teflon, my metal spatula, my plates and my filter bowl.
Gosh, what were you thinking of using the Teflon with a metal spatula?
It would damage the surface.
I have plastic and woody spatula there, please use it for good!!!!

Ok, I just said in my heart (coward indeed) coz when they saw me they were a bit friendly and asked if I was staying in this boarding house as well. And from their innocent faces, I thought they didn’t know they were using my tools.
They might think those are complimentary from the boarding house.

One hour later, I came back to the kitchen.
I just found out that they are from Room B.
Suudzon mode ON, I think they also used a bit of my cooking oil. I hope I was wrong.
Salt and pepper? No need to ask, I often find them empty and refill them.
But don’t worry, I’m OK with that part.
But for not taking care of my beloved Teflon my Mom bought me, I would not hesitate to do what the men in Room H do >.<
Hehe, kidding, it’s a bit narrow minded. Maybe putting a label or stamp would be enough :D
Or I have a better idea by hiding my metal spatula so that they won't use it anyway.

And still I leave my tools, spices, wheat flour, oil etc in the kitchen.
Hope they find them useful and be condemned by God if they try to ruin them.

End of Story.