The Appetite

I had found solace

Walking inside the near empty bright yellow restaurant, I began to drag my soles on the marble floor. Seats were empty and the only thing that doesn't make this place quiet was the sound of the radio playing some local music.

As I went to a table, a young waiter came to me and asked what I wanted for today. He handed me a very clean menu. Judging by the fonts and the pictures used here, it's safe to say that the restaurant here is dedicated to be as appealing as possible. Of course I'm here to eat, not to judge appearances.

I pointed my finger at half of the items on the menu. He seemed surprised.

"To eat here or to go sir?"

"Here." and hopefully it's fast, I thought as hammers were banging my head left and right.

Fried rice, roasted chicken, beef rendang, this was just the tip of the iceberg, or should I say, the tip of food line as I gobbled down what was in front of me. I could feel the carbs going through my vines, the wholesome meat and other fried meals getting into my stomach. I shoved down the chunks of meat that came from the fried fish I ordered after I finished up the chicken. I was hungry but I was not careless. Taking out the bones from the fish and making sure I don't choke was common sense, but it took forever.

In between my meals I had a pitcher of water to my left. I wasn't in any mood for tea, coffee, beer or anything that isn't water. I chugged down the healthy liquid down my throat in order for the food to get a clear path.

My wallet was packed today, so I ordered more food, which also had some vegetables thrown in. You got your greens, your oranges (carrots in this case), browns and sometimes white. In between the foods I throwed in some chilli.

My stomach twisted as soon as I consumed ounces of it. Granted considering the food, water and chili in my stomach is currently having a party with my acids as we speak, yet I feel the surface of a knife just gutting me through from the inside.

My mouth shivered as I began to feel some warmth in my stomach, not the kind of warmth you get from a fireplace or a hug, but the one that starts to burn overtime. With my stomach grumbling hard, I knew what signal was that.

Oh for crying out loud, I thought as I looked down at the zipper on my stomach. Pulling the zipper across my stomach, I shoved my hand into the space. For a second I looked up to see the waiter and a couple of cooks looking at me with horror in their eyes.

I can't blame them really, since I'm different than most people.

Taking some of the food out of my stomach, I noticed the food was still on great shape, no bites even though I shoved it in my mouth a few minutes ago. After managing my weight and my fullness, I closed my stomach zipper, and I asked to the restaurant if I could wrap these remaining foods to go.

"Of course sir." The said waiter who greeted me in the beginning said with a nervous smile. They gave my takeout and I proceeded to pay them.

Note to self: Number 1: I gotta know when enough is enough, but most importantly number 2: never go fasting for 2 years straight ever again.