Rose Scented Woman
Continuance
“I want to meet Mira.”
“Nona Mira is having a guest Master, please choose another waiter.”
“I only want Mira.”
“Then please wait sir, maybe 5 hours from now, because miss Mira just received a guest, you are late 5 minutes.”
“Can't it be if Mira just pulled it for me? I'll pay 3 times.”
“Sorry Sir, even visitors just paid it quite expensive.”
“Articles!”
His face flushed red, displaying the anger he felt, Joko would wait even though until morning, he knew Mira was not wanting to be there.
Two cigarettes have been burned, but Mira can not be found, Joko began to be upset but he could not leave Mira just like that.
Shadow after shadow about Mira began to haunt Joko, how the sound of her sigh, her hair that decomposes beautifully with the distinctive aroma of Mira, and her, the sweat that soaked each other's foreheads made Joko even more furious because Mira never finished with the man who came out of nowhere.
Joko's jealousy is burning, burning her heart that feels no longer useful because her woman is now being tasted by other men and she can only wait like mothers waiting for PKH's help. Joko came back to make sure Mira was done with her job, and the result was nil, it looks like they spent the time given by continuing to add rounds and that makes Joko even more careless.
Seeing her strange behavior, the green-haired old woman decided to approach Joko to offer her other men, she could not possibly let her customers be disappointed.
“There are still many young women flirting here sir, why should Mira?”
Joko is not wilting, she notices curls that are not attractive at all even though they are green, should she be able to adjust the hair to her current clothing style, Joko thought.
“I know, Mira is not just any woman, the aroma has been smelled to the other side of the continent, I'm sure you've tried it.”
“I want to buy Mira.”
“I don't sell it, just rent it for a few hours only.”
“Whatever you ask.”
“I can even get more if maintain it.”
“Yes I know that. Mira is expensive, more valuable than all your possessions, right?”
The fertile woman looked at Joko hatefully because her words were insulting, even though she basically never believed her pride was more expensive than Mira's body.
“Mak Ms Pok, isn't that your name green-haired mistress?”
Mak Cik Pok did not reply to Joko's words and still continued to smoke his cigarette which was half.
“Two years ago we met, maybe you forgot. At that time your hair was still yellow, and I called it like tai hair floating in the river.” Joko laughed, she knew who she was dealing with, but who cared? Right now he just wants Mira.
“Oh you apparently, deserve like no stranger. Sorry I easily forget something as unimportant as trash.”
Their eyes met, before Joko threw her hand on the old woman's face, but failed because her bodyguard dropped her first.
“Basic savage! You demons don't know yourself! How dare you force Mira to get here?”
“Then? You can what? You can no longer insult me like you used to, I am now rich, even richer than the assets Mira has, and you? Hah moreover you are nothing with me now!”
“Lantas if you are better now why still force Mira to collect your rupiah ha? You're even uglier than her tai Mira.”
The snitch, the spit right landing on Joko's nose makes her feel burnt, the smell is really a lot worse than Mira's fart.
“Jaga your mouth is commoner! I'll make sure you never see your girlfriend again! Finish him!”
“Dog! You're worse than a pig!”
“In my religion dogs and Pigs noble Lord commoners.” The old woman pulled the tip of her lips next to insult Joko.
Finished the sentence was spoken out already Joko's body became battered and bruised bluish. His ribs were like broken, his lips were enlarged and his eyes narrowed. Joko forgot that while in the crocodile cage he should not talk much.
Blood was pouring down on the floor, making it no longer white. Trudging Joko out of the hell building to get to his house, devising a wise strategy to get his woman out of there before many wild crocodiles touch her.
Mak Cik Pok deliberately did not kill him, so that Joko better understand the meaning of destitute and the consequences of insulting the new rich like him.
He is not satisfied to take revenge on the talkative Joko, this is only the beginning of a new story.
***
Astuti screams when getting her husband like a scary monster, his clothes ragged like scavengers in the outskirts of Jakarta, the fishy smell of Joko's body and puffy eyes made her slightly similar to the yellow-skinned person.
“You were caught fornication? Then got gangbanged by citizens?”
Joko did not answer or glare, he just cursed in his heart, the husband could come home with tragic conditions like this was even slandered, he thought. He did not fight not because he loved his wife, but what power Joko was not able to do it.
“You must be reclaiming your girlfriend right Joko?”
Back Joko could not answer because her lips were still in a dying state.
“So his love? Or feel self-worth being dropped? Ah you want too much to be appreciated Joko.”
Astuti painstakingly cleans the blood on Joko's skin that looks alarming.
“ Would you do the same if it were me?”
What question did he just hear? Astuti's like a little weird today.
“Ya it's nothing I'm your SAH wife.” Which of course the sentence “not anything” is an explanation that there is indeed nothing, like other satire sentences.
“Neither, although I know you came to me for not being able to find her, I began to feel the difference between us.” Joko increasingly does not understand the direction of the conversation brought Astuti.
“Do not continue, Riska still needs you. I mean don't force it I don't know what to answer if he asks what his papa is doing.”
Accidentally the eyes of the two meet each other and Joko sees something different from Astuti's that he has never seen before, but he has not been able to conclude.
After the gaze was finished, Astuti did not finish the work of serving her husband, she left Joko with her pain and confusion.
Astuti, no matter what made him change, like possessed by an angel, his soft hand could still be felt Joko, said his language that seemed to demand something rarely felt Joko, Joko said, is he not the old Astuti anymore? Let him know with his Lord.
Joko cleanses her own body, it is not so destructive to rely on others to heal her wounds. He could still pretend to be weak earlier to be able to make the bodyguards stop torturing him. They thought Joko was already very battered back then, although it was true but not completely.
Joko is confused by her who ran out of steam very quickly, even though she was once a silat athlete who had won national level matches, brought silver medals and was very proud of her family and neighbors around. Maybe because of age, the power is no longer as great as it used to be.
Suddenly his hands clenched, his gaze straight with vengeance, Astuti's sentence a few minutes ago yawned just like that. Joko had already thought of a way to destroy the green-haired old granny. Killing him slowly and giving lessons that can never be forgotten in his entire life.
