100 Days of Loving You

Don't interfere, with my life!

"Youraaannn!" peek Wulan to me.

"Yes, why?"

"That's what you're looking for, Mothers"

" Huh, Who? Time yes, Mothers nyariin me?"

"Look a minute." pinta Wulan, by pushing me towards the waiting room.

Sure enough, there was a mother waiting for me. Her appearance was so beautiful, graceful, and classy. He looked at me sharply when I approached him.

"Mom, find me?"

He did not answer, only looking at me more. I saw his hands clenched, and was ready to grab my face that had just been treated.

"Women ******!" lirih.

"Yes, you don't have to mention that. After all, you know where it is now." I replied casually.

"You're not ashamed of your illegal work?"

"No... Not at all. There are so many reasons for me to stay here." I replied.

He increasingly seemed emotional, until finally his hand lay down towards my smooth cheek. But I managed to stop it.

"It's just this facial skin, baby if it's broken again. Expensive, you know?" say me.

"Hhh, isn't it so easy how you make money? Just by screwing the husband, or ruining the people's children." she replied.

"Yes... I often sleep with people's husbands. But to ruin people's children, that's not my nature."

"Then what about my son?"

"Huh?"

"God... You don't even know anything about your own son, ma'am."llek me to him.

" You know nothing about my family!" his screeches.

" What is Fadly's favorite food? What does he hate most? And what is it that he wants most right now? "my many, which instantly made him quiet.

"He likes fried chicken, he hates fish. And what he wants, is a complete facility, and whatever bus I give." he answered so arrogantly.

I chuckled, because it wasn't true at all. Yeah, I read Fadly's diary that fell that night at my house. So that I know what his heart is.

"Not everything can be bought with money. Not all children want luxury, ma'am. What Fadly wants is simple, just to watch a movie with his mom and dad. That's it." I replied, playing with the pearl necklace I was wearing.

"Nga! You know what you know about my life and my family?"

"Then who can judge my life? Who gave you the right to interfere, HAH!!!" I snapped, with the table in front of him.

The face that had been arrogant, now became nervous. His eyes glazed over, and his hands trembled. Standing up, his legs looked weak as if he would not be able to walk to reach his luxury car out there.

"Don't just blame someone else for the mistakes you've made. That's your son, your son with your husband. Watch him." I said one last time.

He stood up, and again showed me his haughty face. And without warning, and left our unclean place.

All the guests and friends looked at me. I don't know what's on their minds right now. Amazed, thinking I'm a great pretender, or even afraid of my arrogant nature.

"Intan, aren't you papa?" ask Nina.

"You see, why me? Never mind, continue with your work." I replied to him.

I went back into my room, the room full of sin, bearing witness to all my deeds. The place where I was loved, spoiled, and even treated harshly by him who wore my services.

" Stay smiling, even if that smile feels self-deprecating."