Me, After You: Sekar
Before pulling out of the parking structure, he reached into the back seat and set a warm banana-leaf parcel and a small thermos in my lap.
"Lemper. Uti's recipe — my grandmother." He merged into the crawl. "And STMJ. Still warm. She swore by it."
STMJ. Susu, telur, madu, jahe — milk, egg, honey, ginger. Exactly what a body wrung out by four days of airports needed. Also, famously, the drink every bapak in Java swore by for his stamina. I hid my smile in the first warm sip and decided not to tease him. Yet.