Umay
PHP 30
Steam rushing onto his face, a poignant scent crawled into his nose, making him salivate in anticipation and forget the past, the future and everything in between. Closing his eyes, he inhaled, taking a good whiff of the cup noodles before opening the lid fully with eager hands. It has been so long since he ate cup noodles, a remnant of a life that he foolishly gave up, exchanging it for this life of poverty. Now, he could barely afford anything, so he was going to savor this salty taste because tomorrow, he was back to sardines and soiled rice.