Rose Scented Woman
Continuance
“Why Mira?”
“What?”
“Why do you want to be a *****?”
“Because I like it.”
“Liked it? I mean you like being touched by a lot of men? Suck and then left? Is that pleasure?”
“Indeed you didn't feel the pleasure of it?”
“I like it too, but only for interludes, not for work, let alone depend on it all.”
That afternoon behind the yard of a beautiful village house, which is still beautiful, displaying some plants with purple fruits that depend on length like heirloom weapons belonging to a neatly lined man had whined to be picked because the time had come. Mira and Arman talked a lot without seeing each other let alone touching each other, they only touched the warm tea presented on a small round table between them.
“If you like to make love why not just marry?”
“Even marriage is lower than being a prostitute.”
Arman gawked in disbelief at what he had just heard.
“If you are a woman you are only given a set of prayer tools and then made into a slave in your husband's house, used for years until your husband is bored, or used as a child machine without the need for your permission, he said, if you do not want to immediately ask for another marriage and worse, you will be made to depend on it.”
“Your mind is too far away Mira, this is modern age.”
“Ah that you are too busy with your work and forget that Indonesia from the past is still this way, still enslaving women.”
“You're overdoing it Mira.”
“Tersubah, but I am a woman who does not want to be made a slave boy, I want to have more power over my own body and want to be free without thinking about the self-esteem made by our corrupt society.”
“That society includes you too Mira.”
“You actually asked to listen to me or just want to attack my argument? That's how when women talk, not many are interested in hearing his voice, just pay attention then look for arguments to go back to attack, because he said women are not as smart as men.”
“You want equality huh Mira?”
“Of course, you guys are free to choose and wide choice, while women are only given the realm to blame. If I were a wife whose husband cheated on me for sure I would be blamed for not taking care of my husband, then if I became a prostitute who received male guests was considered a teaser, then if I became a prostitute, look at the real men who are never wrong.”
“Mira I want to ask you.”
“What?”
“You mean?”
“Why is that equality not spread when the search for life is still against wild animals? You girls always want it easy.”
“All of that is certainly because we women have always been getting less information from men because of our biology of breastfeeding and giving birth. We women are more likely to be eliminated because you have learned about politics and power while we were busy stealing seeds*****you.”
“That's it, our biology is forcing us to be unequal Mira.”
“Since I've not talked about Arman's biology. I speak of stigma, if biologically everything is made of a greater man, it has become the destiny of God, that is the reason the male Prophets, the male war leaders, Jesus the male, Jesus the male, more stories of angels are for the adam than the bidadara we hear, maybe God is also a man.”
Arman again gawked after hearing the last sentence spoken by Mira, how dare he talk about God, does he not fear punishment? Thought Arman.
“I don't want to be dizzy with something that can't be changed like hormones and others, I've talked about stigma! Men who colonize many women, said to be cool, classy even immortalized in many novel stories, but women? Changing girlfriends 5 times is already considered lacur.”
“Mira, you should know the dichotomy of control, I wonder why women have so much desire to regulate society.”
“Not set up, but educate. But who's gonna hear the whore talk? Maybe we should gather with the demons to get support.”
“Yes, meet them in hell Mira.”
“You believe in Arman's hell paradise? It was just a fictitious story.” Mira hung up her words because Arman had waved a surrender sign if he had to have an unclear discussion with Mira.
“Basically male, we should also hear the satanic version speak, so that his testimony is completely balanced between the story of God and also the demons!”
Ya Mira always said the sentence she got from one of the novels that initially very slapped her. How could anyone ask God for permission to be a prostitute? Wouldn't all of God never allow it? Then for what? She could be a prostitute without permission from God.
Then for what? The experience written in the novel really convinced Mira that the most powerful ever existed, all are just past stories and ancestral fables aimed at arranging his grandchildren to achieve their own life goals.
The woman who spent 3 hours to spend the novel was already completely convinced of her decision. If in the past he only claimed to be semi-atheist or agnostic, now he really believes under him is a new atheist who may be settled or may also be changed, he said, because Mira always opens up changes in her life.
That night there was no*****, Mira did not taste with men despite being handsome but very patriarchal, also in that night there was no shouting like the previous nights, Mira said, there were no pain nor tears of regret cursing a miserable fate.
The sound of the night crickets was more domineering, there was no meaningful conversation after that afternoon Mira lost her elegant style which she had with difficulty maintained the past few years.
Mak Cik managed to take one character Mira who sold expensive and elegant left in the hell room that he occupied for several days. As he exits Mak Cik's headquarters, Mira has transformed into a different Mira from Mira before. Mira is more aggressive, more grusah grusuh, and slowly the aroma is changing.
At 3 a.m., Mira could not close her eyes, and closed her hopes, no matter what was troubling her mind at this time, he was only able to notice the moonlight of the village behind the narrow, alone window of his room.
Her life in an instant has now changed, Mira is far from the city that continues to glorify her name and scent, the balance of the former account that always bulged out of nowhere now, even the compliments that deafen his ears are no longer able to find. Far from all that, the distance stretches thousands of kilos of meters separating Mira and the pleasures of her world. He did not believe that this was a rebuke of God, after all God did not exist, even when he called it very sincerely asking him to remove his body from the torment of the world at that time, God did not hear his groans, God did not give him the strength to fight alone, God has disappeared, perhaps fearing that Mira demanded a return from the good that was never seen in the holy man on this earth.
