Rose Scented Woman
Continuance
“Mira, let me show you the true paradise of the world.” The morning after they had breakfast, Arman led Mira to see the plantation in the village.
“Those heavens have no Arman.”
“Then what sentences can you say when you find a very beautiful place?”
“Yes every place has an Arman name. You can call it a waterfall, a flower garden, shady trees. Paradise that he said is most beautiful also contains such content, most coupled with date palms and grapes.”
Arman raised his eyebrows next to seeing Mira who had easily said all her sentences just now.
“Ah forgot one more, the fairy tale said heaven is also filled with our beauty the women they call angels, and you can see me without having to die and enter heaven.”
“There is also a bidadara Mira.”
“How many times have I told Arman, all that pleasure is only for men, you can even count how many times hear the word bidadara rather than an angel right? Same with me.”
“Ah have you been very fond of arguing about feminists with me, let's just walk, then hot hunt.”
“You must get used to the heat of the world because you will go to hell Arman.”
Arman continues to walk leading their journey regardless of Mira who keeps chattering about her life.
The road that was still early in the morning made their eyes widen to the end, staring far around them, their view brushes unlike when in a city that is faced with pollution and high buildings that he said want to claw the sky, no matter what the harm, but only bring down rain and heat, only, but it is not man's name if they do not blame others, God alone they blame.
“Morning.” An old grandmother bowed her body respecting Arman who walked past her.
“Morning buk.” Then smile kindly.
“Who is that? Why so respectful to you?”
“No need to know Mira, let's just walk, you'll be left behind.”
“You must have picked me up.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Tired.”
The half-hour trip they went through next without question sentences and also meaningful statements, Arman was reluctant to explain anything because Mira always denied it with arguments ngawur according to Arman.
Plots of rice fields they had passed, some villagers who always looked down and called the lord was far past them, now the pine trees they had to go through with great difficulty.
“Why does everyone want to get pleasure and happiness always with difficulty? Want to see the beautiful scenery should be fine like this, want to go to heaven just have to slam bones to want to die, smile until want to tear. Why does God always test people? If He does not want to give yes no need to torture people, he said we must be generous humans, why does anyone not exemplify it first?”
“Stop babbling and look at this Mira.”
They arrived at their final destination, located on a hilltop that is not too high but shows what he said is the power of God with a yellowed rice spread sign has ended the waiting period of the village community, the village, some flowing water fell from higher ground with a clear and gurgling sound that did not want to miss and some residents' houses.
“What's beautiful?”
“Didn't your eyes see Mira? You see too much meat between the thighs, so do not know which can cool your eyes.”
“Hei.” Mira said not to accept.
“Mira, since when are you far from God?”
Mira did not answer immediately, she looked in wonder at Arman who suddenly cared about her chaotic thoughts.
“I was tired last night, and honestly I am very interested in your life.”
“Why?”
“You are different from others Mira, you are a proud whore of your work, you blatantly eliminate God in your life which we think ordinary people are very strange.”
“If your curiosity has been resolved then what?”
“As you finish every man on your bed Mira.”
“Tell me Mira, I could have pushed you from here if you were stalling too much.”
Mira chuckles then exposes her gaze straight ahead as if paying attention to the scenery that Arman said is very beautiful, maybe also Mira is actually opening a portal to her dark past.
“My name is Rose Ifa Rahayu Arghiandra, the only daughter of Mr. Anwar Arghiandra and Ms. Sumilah... “
“Then called Mira?”
“Then in short my name is Mira.” Arman paused for a moment then smiled after understanding his point.
“Bapak and my mother did not have time to make another child, because my father had already had a child with another woman called a paid woman, but still my mother was blamed. Arman, what I said is true already kurasai, not just kuna there any day, my mother who has bowed like a babu with all the orders of my father is still cheated, still cheated, basically, my dad likes snacks. My mother should have asked for a divorce, but even my father divorced her. I'm Brokenhome Arman's son, I can always feel the most hurt right?”
“But why are you now like ****** who snatched your father Mira?”
“Look at your language Arman, who took my father? I said my dad really likes snacks, anyways that woman you call****, indeed it's his job, serving men get money and live. It's just that it's wrong to have a child, or that my father won't use ******? I don't know but it should be if it's committed can also be responsible.”
“Where is your mother now?”
“She moved to Aceh, joined her new husband, now her husband already has 3 wives, following the sunnah she said. My mom pretentious does not want to be cheated on, but instead wants to be thirigain.”
“Beda Mira, polygamous right through permission, while cheating was furtive.”
“Ah is the same as always. Anyway if my mom doesn't agree she'll still be blamed and the agreement is just a formality of Arman. You imagine my mother giving her heart a full grip, but only in return for a little love from her husband and she said she was after God's paradise. What kind of heaven does one get with such pain? My mother's God is cruel. If heaven exists, then what if not? End of the suffering he endured all this time.”
“Name ordeal Mira.”
“Ah God loves to try his creatures, indeed he has no other work but dabble in humans?”
“What job? The manager? God doesn't need money Mira.”
“You want me to continue not my life story?”
“Please the princess who has lost the debate.”
“Whatever, my mother was very angry when she knew that I was the one who said like to peddle my body, even though I was working according to my passion.”
“Ha? Your passion fucked Mira?”
“Not Passion it means favorite huh?”
“Not so Mira, more complex again.”
“Ah whatever, I am basically happy when making love, because men who are usually powerful and bossy, if it is my crotch they will submit and do what I want and I like it.”
“Then why not become a gymnastics coach? They will also always obey your orders.”
“Cannot be done both, the payment is not much and many times the exercise is also not necessarily the participant will subscribe. Different when working in bed-sleep only, occasionally sigh and wake up in the morning my balance or wallet will be filled, ah it's just the name is alive.”
“Continue your story Mira, you've gone too far to turn.”
“Alright, you sit quietly Arman, my eyes ache to see you move too much.”
“Good Mistress Mira.”
“I could not immediately accept my mother's reprimand, she just never listened to me, anyways I live no longer asking for money.”
“Then your father?”
“My father married his mistress and lived in Kalimantan, taking care of the gold patch there. He still wants to send me money if I ask, and not like my mom. He says while I'm not careless in feeling, keeping safe when it comes to the rest is up to me.”
“Your father said so? Crazy.”
“Loh he who is sane gives freedom for me to take responsibility for my body and my life. That's how men should be, not telling as they please.”
The sun that was over his head made all the stories of Mira evaporate just like that, Arman was already sleepy with the story and whined to go home like a child who wanted to suckle his mother.
