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|Omelette-rice, or Omurice|
The story I'm about to tell concerns a very scary experience I had, which has nothing to do with supernatural stuff, but which freaked me out as nothing ever had before.
What you need to know, first of all, is that I was the lowest of scum bag at the time it happened.
I had a girlfriend with whom I had been going out for two years.
She was kind, modest, had a good sense of humour, was slim but curvy at all the right places, and always well-dressed and pretty.
We were getting on swimmingly even after we had been together for two long years.
It was my fault that we broke up. At the time, my work and many other things in my life were a complete mess; unfortunately, I dealt with the accumulating stress by bullying my girlfriend.
We never used to fight, but one day we had a big fallout.
And it was that fallout which eventually led to our break-up.
As usual I had been playing games on the Playstation console (I had been jobless for half a year), when my girlfriend returned from work. She soon started picking up and throwing away the rubbish, such as empty cans, that were strewn all over the floor.
By this time I had become such a jerk that I became irritated merely by listening to the noise she was making while she threw away the cans, and started verbally attacking her without a good reason.
"You think you're better than me, don't you?"
"You must be feeling good about yourself for taking care of me. Right?"
I was a real asshole.
She stayed calm (probably she was hiding her true feelings) and went on cooking.
Then after that as I watched her munching away in front of TV (although she was skinny she ate a lot, like she really enjoyed eating) somehow I grew irritated again.
"Look at yourself, eating like a pig! Well, it must taste really good, eh, to eat something you bought by the money you earned yourself!
"I'm so sick of you. I don't want to be with you anymore so can you just pack up and leave?"
So I went on and on, saying so many unreasonable things.
Oops, maybe I've said too much - I thought for a second then, but kept on eating.
She was looking down and sniffing. Even that behaviour pissed me off.
".....OK. I understood."
Finally she said, and gathering up her coat and bag, got up to leave.
"I'll come back on another day to collect the rest of my things. And also - "
I had been sitting in a sort of daze in the now quiet room, when I received a text message from her.
"I want you to know that the meals I cooked for you - they were all made from recycled food."
Then she sent me a few more messages.
Below is the summary of what she wrote.
- She was suffering from bulimia.*1
- Too much money was being spent on food that she decided to keep the vomited food in the freezer.
- She reused them when she cooked things like risotto and omelette-rice *2
⇒ I ate them ⇒ "Wow, tastes great!"
That was what was happening everyday.... All those hamburger steaks and stir-fried dishes first went through her before coming to me.
In front of me was a dish of omelette-rice. I felt my mind go blank even as another message arrived.
"Today's dish used to be a bowl of chicken-and-egg rice."*3
Inside the omelette was some fried rice with chicken. I threw up.
*1 Bulimia nervosa : An eating disorder characterized by binge eating and purging (vomiting), done out of an extensive concern for body weight. (Wiki)
*3 A bowl of chicken-and-egg rice: Oyakodon (親子丼) in the original text. It is a dish in which chicken, egg and other ingredients are all simmered together in a sauce and then served on top of a bowl of rice. (Wiki)
See the picture on the right.