Rose Scented Woman
Sulastri the Bunting
Ten pink sheets were placed on the bed, a habit after having fun all night, but Mira knew it was only for the next week, the rest could be transferred at any time.
In addition to the sheets that hunted billions of people on earth, Joko also left the cigarette butts that he never smoked, he smoked, maybe it was powerless to hold back the appetite to see Mira with a bright red lingiere like he wanted to eat his dinner immediately.
Joko returns home after Riska, whose daughter has not been able to wipe the snot from her own nose, whines for a carry. The boy cried and hugged her as the striped nose bar appeared behind the entrance.
“Papa bring what?” tanyakanya.
“Papa bring princess Riska's favorite Barbie doll.”
“Hore, Angel has a new friend.” The boy prancing with pleasure in front of his papa. Forgot that two hours ago he whined to buy his favorite special flavor toast.
Joko throws her bag at random, feeling no obligation to put things in place. He poured down his body as if he had been draining sweat so hard all day, shouting for coffee to be brought into the room to his wife.
“This is his coffee master.” A maid came to take her master's order.
“Where's the mistress?”
“Go mr.”
Joko kicked the maid out with her left hand, bodo very well with manners, after all she was just a babu who received the money.
“The woman was never at home, even when her husband came home from making a living!” Joko's tone seemed to show that he was a loyal man who was played by his wife.
In a different house, Astuti, Joko's wife complains to her mother-in-law that her husband often does not return home.
“Mean you so a woman should be able to groom, your husband will also need entertainment.” Her mother-in-law talks like she's not just a career woman. A row of figurines in the living room shows who exactly is in charge in the three-story mansion.
“But Tuti already did it ma.” Tuti is still trying to defend himself, hoping to get sympathy from his in-laws.
“Use the other way if one way does not work, used this dong.” The old woman who had deliberately tinged her hair into a reddishness was showing her head, as if it had contents.
Astuti went home without any solution, he said. There is no mother who does not defend her child, so it feels free to get a new mother if there is still something that distinguishes her from her husband.
“Mas, I want to go to the salon,” one message in gives a smile line to Joko when opening it.
“Beautiful dress, the day after I come again.” Joko replied with a slightly riled up feeling. Joko understood the meaning of the message, women who said many people were cheap women had dredged the pockets of Joko tens of millions. Is it still said to be cheap? The relationship is still a corn.
“Iya dear, definitely kok.” There is no need for a reply, not a message asked by a woman who was relaxing with a cigarette on her finger.
Joko has sent some nominal for his savings, hoping to be re-satisfied. When one last click was touched, the door of the room that he thought was locked opened and surprised Joko who was still smiling to see her bravery by sending a number of zeros to her women.
“Ngapain home?”
“It shouldn't be that sentence you put out when you see your husband coming home from earning a living dear.”
Rayuan Joko is not at all mempan by women who are still hurt by the mother-in-law who promised a lot when applying for it. Even small touches are not able to make it melt in the arms of men who have dropped many women in his lap.
“I told you I don't need your money!”
“If you don't need my money, you won't be able to dress your lips with this red lipstick that teases me dear.” Joko touched the lips with a hungry look, maybe he was not satisfied with last night, or was bored because it still feels the same? I don't know men can't be guessed that easily.
“I can support myself.”
Joko looked at the woman with a look of disbelief, her gaze as if saying yes?
“Before you I will support myself.” Astuti tried to convince the doubtful view.
“That's because your father is still alive Astuti, you forgot? Let me explain in detail. First I feed you all this time, your mother is poor and your father is dead. You remember Astuti, your mother just ate from my sweat that you never wiped out. Second, if you want to sell your body, you still use the care and advice of my mother Tuti. Wouldn't it be cruel if you used it to sell to men other than me? Last Astuti you thought Riska would be able to accept your decision to leave me? Think before you talk stupid woman!”
Astuti was silent, he understood that his current position was still very difficult to free his passionate desire.
Slowly but surely her tears fell on the floor.
“No need to cry! You weren't bought with a high dowry to cry under my feet! Expensive and luxurious dowry for a country girl like you is to satisfy me.”
Astuti moves on and wants to get out of that hell as quickly as possible, but Joko's burly hand holds him back, asking for his words to be immediately granted.
Like a buffalo poked in his nostrils, Astuti did as the king commanded in his household.
The sweat that fell on his forehead made him feel contemptible for not acknowledging his feelings of refusing to be touched.
***
Today Mira has prepared herself for work, Joko's favorite rose-scented room, a new bedsheet she bought because there was a massive discount on the Mall near her apartment. Not to forget the*********** and his body feathers were shaved off, like Joko's head of her lover.
Mira, who was sitting by the window of the room crossing her legs, was not the cheap woman that many people said she was, he is not poor and also does not need money to treat parents or send their children to university like most people take this job.
She is the only daughter of a gold mining entrepreneur in Kalimantan. His father was good at playing many games, so whatever his mistakes would be big or small, it would never be exposed and drop his dignity.
However, Mira likes a different game with her father, he prefers to play with a piece of meat given life. Feeling the pleasure in it, although both flesh, Mira has a different view with Joko. If Joko considers all the meat that goes into his body is the same, Mira enjoys the meat in a different way, style, time, time, and who the soul is in the flesh will affect its enjoyment.
That's why Joko is not the only one he received into his body that has the scent of roses.
Joko comes in with his favorite dongker suit, Astuti who sets him up neatly and makes him look handsome even without hair, but the man who doesn't know how to thank her prepares everything to meet her lover Mira. Dashingly he opened the door as if he was a shrewd king playing with women with his money.
On the bed, Mira who was still with a cigarette on her finger looked at the man with a seductive look. Just like Joko, Mira also feels that she has been playing Joko, dredging her property for fun and damaging her household like a prostitute who damaged her mother's father first.
In the house of a woman who is considered lucky to be married to a rich businessman, getting a dowry above the average other village girls are lamenting fate while meninabobokan Riska, his son.
People think Astuti lives happily because he finds men who buy it at a high price, but everything bought will always end up being discarded. Also similar to Joko, other people think having a good position, a beautiful wife and a smart child makes him happy, but who knows he is a man who can never be satisfied. But unlike Mira, no one adores him because of the work he chooses, but no one thought he was the happiest of anyone even happier than Riska who got a new toy from her papa Joko.
