#miahka

Atop the table rested a large cylindrical container wrapped in a thin blue cloth. The corner of a folded note was wedged underneath. Taking and opening it, the note bore a rather sloppy handwritten font that read as follows:

“Dear Miahka, I’ve been in the city the past couple days and it’s been stupid cold. I know you’re busy with stuff so I decided to drop this off for you. Hope this Bantan warms you up! I’ll catch you before I head out since I need my ma’s pot back.  Baatu”

Untying the cloth and opening the pot, a waft of savory steam lifted into the air. A nostalgic smell of meat and onions.