My Prayer From Forbidden Places

Pov Mas Bram's

After I drove Raisa to Mama's house, I went straight back to the rented house in Tanggerang.

In the room, I shed the body to release the tired body and mind. Still ringing the figure of Raisa who has now met her husband earlier.

Ah, Natalia ... Raisa .. thankfully she called me immediately, and luckily I was in Jakarta. So without taking long, I can pick her up.

While on the way to Bogor Square, I had no intention of using the opportunity in a narrow way to him. Even though he has stated that he wants to be my wife, and certainly he really wants to be invited to sleep with me at the hotel.

But ... don't! My sincere love cannot be exchanged for momentary pleasure.

If you just need to fuck a beautiful woman, I can get it anytime. I've been really akung and can't bear to see his suffering. So that there is not the slightest intention of my heart to dirty it. I have a moral agreement with her husband.

Oh yes, my name is Bram Syahputra, called Mas Bram by Raisa. My home city Surabaya. Now my status as a widower, after divorcing a wife I still love in Banyuwangi. He's suing for divorce, because I owe a lot to his brother. He said he couldn't help but feel ashamed of his extended family.

“We'd better get divorced, Mas!” my mother said my children at the time.

“Why should the solution be divorced, Ma? Give me a chance to fix myself. Remember, we already have three children, about the debt I pay, wait for my efforts to rise again.” I told him not to get divorced.  However, his ego was high, we eventually divorced.

Until now I was very traumatized by divorce in a household. Maybe for couples who do not have children, it will not be too heavy to divorce, but if you already have it like me, divorce is a heavy step in this life.

I admit it's too rash to go into debt for a speculative venture. But, as I regret, he is more concerned with the dignity of his extended family than the wholeness of our small family. And the decision to divorce is more emotional than rational. Of course, because of the divorce, the victims are our children.

Ah ... never mind. He might not be my soul mate. Most importantly I was still responsible for the debt owed to his brother, and every month I still gave my children a living.

Since the divorce, I have decided not to marry again. I just feel sorry to see the children one day have to call Mama to another woman who is not her birth mother. Let me live alone until old age. Because, tired of building a household; all the power to match two different souls, unite different thoughts and desires, uh, suddenly had to divorce too.

However, after I met Raisa, the desire to build a household grew. For some reason, Raisa's face is similar to my ex-wife when she was the same age as Raisa. Not only his face, but his prayers were equally diligent.

I must admit, the love for the ex-wife has not faded. But when I saw the figure of Raisa in the Massage House of Sister Irene, the passion of love in me blossomed again.

At first I was just curious about him. How can there be beautiful young women still wearing a hijab in a place like that. And I was surprised, why he was still diligent in praying. After I talked to the owner of the Massage House, Sister Irene, then I know a lot about who Raisa who uses the pseudonym Nanda.

“That innocent chick still exists, Ma'am?” ask me to Miss Irene at the time.

“Oh the Nanda? Yes, there is, Bram. But his son still prayed in his room. Want to massage with her again, Mas? Not kapok?”

“Ngak Mbak. I'm curious about him, Ma'am. Is it a husband or a widow?”

“Many customers are curious about him, Mas. If she says Diah, she's just left with her irresponsible husband ... Poor him too Mas.”

“Nanda ...! Cepetan prayer, is there a customer who nyari? If you pray, it must be long. Patient yes, wait for him!”

At first I was fishing by giving him 400 thousand, but he was not interested in me coming to him again. She was indeed different from the other women who measured me only from the material alone.

As a result, I miss him often. At least once every week, if I am not busy working, I will have to meet him at his PP Irine's place.

I think she's the kind of girl I'm easy to get. It's not that easy, Fergus!

As a Surabaya man, my speaking style was outspoken. I expressed this heart intention unabashedly to him.

I offered him to stop working at the PP, I would send him a nice house, and I would cover his living expenses every month.

But apparently he misunderstood, and was deeply offended. Though I only worry about women as beautiful as him if too long there can fall like the others.

I was too naive to judge her as a helpless woman against the plus-plus currents in the Massage House, but, after I investigated, I did, it turns out she is a tough woman who does not want to submit to the wishes of customers who ask for plus-plus services from her.

Whenever I come face to face with him, this heart always rumbles. Want to quickly bring her to Surabaya and marry her.

I continued to try to get along, though helplessly persuaded to accept my love.

I can't bear to see his hard struggle being borne alone. Therefore, I try to ease it by transferring money to his account every month.

Not much anyway, nominally, because he did not ask for much.  But that I mean that he gets stronger against guests who ask for a plus-plus massage.

To me, just to see him smile, laugh and be able to joke around, I was happy and had enough to treat this heavy longing.

When I meet him, I always slip the words, "I really like sister!."

Every time I leave him, I always say, "Dek Nanda. Think of my sincere intentions for the future of you and your son."

Ah ... I thought she was Nanda, it turns out that Nanda's name was given by the Brother who owned the Massage Pillow, her real name is Raisa.

I really hope Raisa wants to be my wife. I even told my mother in Surabaya that she would soon have another daughter-in-law.

“I will probably marry a woman named Raisa from Bandung, Buk. Pray, yeah?” I said to tell Mom through HP.

“ Yes .. Yes ... Ibu do’ayakan soon get your soul mate again, son. May Raisa be your wife.” my mother wishes very much.