PLANE RACING

"Who are you looking for?" Araf asked. His head looked up, seeing where Edgar was looking.

"That's Balqis, isn't it?" asked Edgar, confirming what he saw.

Araf crossed his arms. "All women look alike when seen from behind. There's no way Balqis is here. We are in Lebanon, not Indonesia. Besides, Balqis must have children by now. Let's eat. I'm hungry!" Araf also dragged Edgar. His friend was still looking in the direction he had just pointed, but Araf didn't care and continued to carry him.

"Damn!" Araf cursed when the restaurant was packed and had to wait in line to order again. "It's all your fault, Gar!"

Edgar grinned. "Yeah, sorry. Just change restaurants; there are many here."

"This is the most famous restaurant in Souk El Tayeb. Try it. Remember, Gar, my money is limited."

Edgar laughed. "Just wait in line. It won't take an hour."

After a few minutes, Araf and Edgar were seated with Lebanese food—yellow pilaf rice.

"This is called Rames in Indonesia. It's just rice mixed with ve