Rose Scented Woman
Continuance
“May I taste your cigarette Mira? Looks delicious.”
“Only looks.”
“I want to try it.”
“Do not, pity your fetus.”
“He should know the cruel world by being taught early on.”
“Crazy You Lastri.”
Mira kept giving a cigarette to Lastri, he had stopped her, it was enough as a friend, no need to interfere too deeply. Lastri's stomach now really wants to explode, it's been seven months less a week.
“The baby is so sorry, he did not receive his father's touch at all.”
“Better this way, than so.”
Mira glanced at the crazy woman next to her, her hood was still long, but she wanted to try a cigarette, no matter what two different friends look like after a month of living together, would Mira repent? Or is it Lastri who will become depraved? I don't know it seems like the second option has more possibilities.
“Tonight go wherever you want Lastri.”
“You want to fuck Mira?”
“I want to work.”
“Together Joko?”
“Not your business.”
The long-hooded woman still likes to ask questions, she thinks it is better to ask than not know, but there is still the option to be silent so as not to offend people.
Lastri always leaves when Joko comes, Joko says she doesn't want to see the crazy woman again, but Mira can't kick her out, she always brings up Mira's past.
Mira bought some roses, the old one did not give off any more fragrance, it was time to be replaced. Like humans, if it does not provide benefits, it will be discarded, replaced by others who are more competent he said. In fact, there are still remnants, a little more benefits that have not been exhausted, but it seems that the cousin family needs more money than others, that is how the world works, not near the fire certainly will not feel the heat.
The bed linen is replaced again, with a warm brown color, Mira does not like patterned bed linen. Live in plain bed linen, so that you can get more blood that looks hungry, he said one night to Joko. Joko shook her head, not understanding her point, instead of no more blood for a woman who had not been a virgin for a long time? Or are there any virgins who don't bleed? Sometimes blood is used as a symbol of the conquest of a man on his woman.
Mira has been bathing for almost a hour, like an OCD sufferer who thinks her mother fell from a plane, but has long died. Thinking about why water would wash over his body? Why does a wet body look so dashing?
In addition to OCD sufferers who like to walk backwards repeatedly, Mira also composes her wardrobe according to color, ranging from red that dominates the contents to a black color that is gloomy.
But black is not always gloomy, there are times when black is also tempting like long hair that covers the breasts that are not brainy.
“I like the color black,” said Joko who knows since when was behind Mira.
“I don't like you coming too fast, especially before I put on clothes.”
“Why should I wear it? Later also detach”
“Have you seen women bikini?”
“You underestimated me Mira.”
“I only asked.”
“Of course I've been.”
“Which is more appetizing to you with naked women?”
“Depends on her breasts Mira.”
“Yes, just imagine her breasts are just as big. Surely you will be more interested in the bikini.”
“It looks like yes, what's your reason Mira?”
“The naked woman only displays Joko's flesh, while the bikini hides lust. Men like you of course want more, find out to toilet.”
“Attracting.”
“Partially you will also not like to see breasts without a hemisphere because there is no buffer. That's why we dress Joko.”
That night, the room was filled with****, dominant voice Joko, Mira always played elegantly, did not rush but stimulated her co-star, many times sweat fell on Mira's forehead, Joko is really hungry.
***
“You changed your bed sheet again Mira? How many sheets do you have actually?”
“Many.”
“Where to ask for the money Joko gave you last night?”
“Enough to eat you a month.”
Lastri was silent, he was indeed more despicable than Mira, he thought at the time. Large hood to cover bunting. But what's wrong? He only chose sins that were different from most people.
The apartment door was knocked firmly from the outside, no matter who visited this morning, the next morning the night worker was around 11:00.
Mira opened the door, of course, already with a house outfit that looks relaxed and not tempting.
“Mana Lastri?”
“This is my home, can't you be polite a little?”
The burly man laughed “Sopan? In a whore house? Are you drunk or what?”
When he was a child, his mother taught manners only to the elderly and the bosses? Thought Mira then. He just quietly let the two men enter to meet Lastri.
“Come out you Lastri!”
The house was searched, looking all over the corner to find Lastri curled up in a closet with a pile of pink clothes.
The man pulled the frightened arm of Lastri, whatever the problem was, probably about the accounts payable.
“You found your friend here ya lacur?”
“Jaga what you said! I am your master's wife,” said Lastri while pointing at the man.
“You're a mistress not a wife!”
“I'm married!”
“Then why did you escape your husband?”
Lastri fell silent, putting together unfinished sentences in his head. He is afraid of being taken home, asks Mira to help him, but Mira is silent, just like when Lastri came and hitchhiked, Mira just shut up and let it all happen.
That afternoon there was no longer a busy Pastri asking this that, the apartment felt quiet but happier, there was no hypocrisy in it.
The burly man told Mira that Lastri was his boss' mistress who ran away because he was caught bunting with the guard at the house who had been fired. Already the boss even asked for the same guard, love makes a fool, thought Mira.
Hearing Mira's story, Joko follows, spending the night there for a few days before her mother calls because her wife complains.
“Make him Mas,”
Joko turned her head, “Who?”
“Your savings are loh, marry me Mas, I divorced is fine.”
“Why you?”
“We just divide the treasure we have, the business is done. You don't love me, and I just love your treasure.”
“I lost all my possessions and throne if I divorce you.”
“You shouldn't have cheated on me, how many women have bunting? I don't actually want to be as angry as yesterday, but my friends like underestimating me Joko.”
“I hate you Astuti.”
“I also.”
In a different place, Mira enjoys her time with a new man who hires her due to a meeting in a nightclub. No, they don't fuck there, just exchange phone numbers and discuss perverts there. Again this man is interested because the hemisphere looks tantalizing, Mira has a perfectly rounded breast, not too big like forced into a chewy object, Mira, not only contains like a tepos pillow.
