Only Spit You Want To Eat

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My Ibu always said, if the world was ruled by women, there would be less blood, even if we’re the one bleeding every moon.

I pray every day that Haryati is safe and that one day she rules over the Sultanate of Rempah. If I am still alive, I will harvest all the nests from this damned place and make so much bird soup I will treat the whole capital to it. Swiftlets’ nests are a rare delicacy. My Ibu knew the best recipe and she passed it onto me, along with the location of this cave, a culinary treasure hidden in the gloomiest place. Pirates call it spit! Bah! I’ve seen the muck they eat! Their insults mean nothing to me!

My soup will help wash away the stench of death and of the Dutch cheezy farts. That day cannot come too soon I tell you!

So be warned, don’t touch the nests whoever you are! They are destined for this historic day, then you too can join in.

The Bird Queen