Rose Scented Woman
Continuance
People who are loved sometimes go crazy, do a lot of ways to get what their mind has to say, but by stepping back and making it calm is the best, who knows? There aren't.
But love also sometimes becomes the opposite, giving strength to exceed the limits that are usually done by someone.
“Where are you going?”
“There's business.”
“I'm coming.”
“I'd like to see Mira, Tuti. Where might you want to come.”
“Mira isn't having fun with a lot of men, what are you coming for? Most of the money you give is also nothing with the money of the man there.”
“You know I love him Tuti.”
“I also.”
“You mean?”
“I also love you Joko.”
“What are you talking about Tuti? Lately I have been talking strangely.”
“Loh, wife says love kok said weird?” Astuti wrestles on Joko's burly arm, playing his potent action like a cat to his master.
Joko brushed it off with a face of disdain and wonder. “You why the hell? Not very clear.”
Then he left his honest wife. The phrase trisno jalaran suko kulino seems to be perched in the heart of Astuti, she revoked her vow that would never love her husband Joko, either because of the betrayal of a lover or indeed so the way love works in the household.
Joko finally arrived at Mira's house to just smell the scent that he had longed for, surrounding every corner where they used to make love and laugh, then dropped his body in a mattress that so many store the scent of roses typical Mira.
Suddenly the sound of the door being opened, even so with Joko's eyes, has Mira returned? He thought so happy back then before the familiar nose shaft showed who had entered.
Their gazes met, like no stranger, Joko recognized the man standing in front of her at this moment.
“Herman?”
“Joko, why are you here?”
“I should have asked.”
“This is my lover's apartment, what are you doing?”
“Mira your lover?”
“Ya of course, why?”
“You're dating a prostitute?”
“She's not a whore!”
“But I once ordered it.” Joko gets angry, forcefully pulls Herman's collar very strongly almost making his buttons loose.
“Hei calm Joko, I even just kissed her forehead,” Herman said while trembling because he knew he could not fight.
“What are you here for?”
“Delivering food my wife made.” Herman raised the bushel he was carrying, hoping Joko would believe it.
“What do you mean? You said you ordered it before, now you say deliver food from your wife?” Joko further strengthens his grip on Herman's shirt.
“Let go of your hand and I will tell you what happened between us.” Joko stares at Herman intently and intimidatingly, but still obeys what Herman says.
Two men who had studied the same in a city finally told a lot of things, about their respective wives, silliness during college and did not forget their admiration for a woman named Mira.
“The chips are very good, my favorite.”
“I like everything but like his breasts the most,” Joko chimed in.
“You never change.”
“That must be changed that fate is not a habit.”
“Your habits will lead how you fate Joko.”
“Why lose if you can win?”
“Alright up.”
“Then where is Mira?” The question made Joko aware of the reason for being there.
Joko is dumbstruck, staring blankly ahead, I don't know what she can do now to help Mira out of her hell.
Herman caught Joko's worried gaze and offered help, they talked a lot afterwards and shook hands after the chat was over. There seems to be a plan coming at the right time. Herman has never lost intelligence, is good at analyzing emergency conditions and situations like a sociologist or what people call it, which is certainly not a smart person because there is no connection with frankincense.
Herman had to go home immediately, as soon as their meeting and conversation that afternoon, because he had to prepare all the equipment for the plan later that night with Joko.
Everything happens so fast, time and life spin like seconds on the clock. Joko prepares with the clothes she left at Mira's house. The short-sleeved black t-shirts that many women out there love, featuring stocky arms and a fairly prominent chest shape, make any woman want to stroke it and sleep on it, she said, ah Joko is very confident in her good looks. He's not as smart as Herman but the heat is incredible.
Joko's exotic skin has always been the target, Mira also said she likes it very much, but Mira also does not like Joko's berewok which is considered dirty and uncomfortable when having a lip meeting, it is as disturbing as a thorn that does not know itself.
Unlike Mira, Astuti really likes Joko's brew, so he never clean when sweeping, justifying the myth to happen to him even though the results are still nil. Joko is more commonly associated with Mira than Astuti. All is done because Astuti has only loved her this week, even though Mira has not even fully loved Joko as Joko felt to her.
After that, even though Joko did not pray to go to the place he had promised with Herman, drove with a green dirt bike in line with the hair of Mak Cik Pok but 180 degrees cooler. Passing through the cool night wind and traffic that is crowded but not jammed.
Joko up to the welcome Herman's face that looks bright, clothes like the CEO of a famous company, looks worthy of thumbs up because it is very much different from the original work that does not make much money let alone dollars. Joko gets into the car and sets up a plan with Herman.
“You can't touch it.”
“Depends on situation.”
“What do you mean?” joko's aura isn't kidding.
“Loh, if anyone is suspicious or peek later how? I will have to make him sigh to convince,” said Herman mantab.
“You don't play me Herman.”
“Quietly I also regret Mira being there because of coercion.”
“I believe in you.”
“It should have been.”
Herman got out of the car in the style of a billionaire, running arrogantly even though the money to be paid was Joko money from selling land in Bogor inherited by his parents.
“Excuse me Miss, I need a waiter for tonight.”
“We have a lot here Sir, ten o'clock is still too early to order girls.”
“There are still girls here?” said Herman while flirting with the lady in front of his desk.
“If the girls by KTP are all girls Tuan.”
“If you are still in a meeting?”
“We always provide the best service Sir, once a week the servants will do rejuvenation treatment, and every month there is a sexual health check or test Sir, no need to worry.”
What is this bullshit? In Indonesia is there a night entertainment place with the merchandise of the women with the facilities as mentioned? **** that's just a myth! There will never be such service in Germany for workers**** in Indonesia. Even if there really is, it is possible that minors and forced women like Mira work here. It's just the sweet mouth of a worker who wants to go up in pay.
“Alright I want to be accompanied by a name Mira.”
“A very precise selection, it's prima donna here Sir. But sorry he's been booked by someone.”
“Who?”
“Sorry we can't tell Mr.”
“Good. So when is it empty?”
“Morning later around 3”
“Hey you guys are almost closed.”
“Find the other waiters Sir, all are no less beautiful than Mira.”
“I only want Mira.”
“Then please come again tomorrow."
