Rose Scented Woman
Continuance
“Mira.” Someone called and waved her hand, Mira approached with her smile that never missed.
“Sorry I'm late.” Mira lowered her head to show her respect and courtesy to a woman Herman had invited.
“Nothing, we also not long ago until,” he said was stale to restore the courtesy given Mira.
“Mira, this is my wife.”
Mira was a little surprised but she hid it. How can this man named Herman meet his wife with a woman who used to meet him at a hotel with the intention of you wanting to fuck her? In fact, they never really touched each other.
“Rina.” The big bunting woman extended her hand to be saluted and Mira received it gently.
“Sorry before Mira, I didn't tell you I meant to bring you here.” Herman started the conversation after the drink Mira ordered came.
“Nothing, talk what you want to talk about.”
Rina started by smiling first “I asked her to meet you Mira.”
“Why?”
“I want to thank you Mira.”
Mira is more confused by the direction of this meeting, instead of hitting a prostitute who slept with her husband, even though they have not had time to sleep, Rina instead thanked him? But Mira did not immediately ask for what, he gave an opportunity for Rina to continue her conversation.
“A few days ago, when Herman said he had met you, suddenly his attitude was very sweet Mira,” While looking at the face of her husband who began to roar with embarrassment.
Mira looked at Herman with a gaze that was still full of question marks.
“Suddenly he said that he loved me so much Mira, he thanked me for wanting to conceive his child, he said while gently massaging my feet, I asked him what was up, he said, and you know what Mira said?”
“What did he say?”
“Say after hearing your words she changed her view of pregnant mother Mira. Before this he was an ordinary husband, not romantic let alone sensitive, then coupled with my drastically changed body shape made him ignore me even more Mira, even though he said he wanted to have children.”
Mira listened carefully, again to appreciate the person in front of her.
“That day he said that he subconsciously never asked me if I wanted to have a child or not, he only cared about his own expectations, he said, she always asked me to be beautiful without ever asking if I wanted to be accompanied by a salon or just help clean the bed.”
“Shortly, then what does this have to do with me Rina? You just told me about the skin, what have I done until you want to see me?”
“Herman said, he changed his mind after several times chatting with you Mira, he just found out that there are women who do not want to have children and he feels lucky to marry me.”
“Oh so apparently, you've been feeling very loved lately Rina?”
“Of course, even he tried to insert my hair after shampooing every day, it was very romantic Mira.”
“I'm glad to hear it.”
“Thank you so much Mira, if you never told me about your views on women who have difficulty making choices, maybe Herman now no longer wants even just to hold my hand.” Rina showed her hand held tightly by Herman.
“Ya equally, I am also happy to see it.”
They told me a lot that night, of course, on the same topic, about women and families. It seems that in addition to reliable in accompanying the striped man to sleep, Mira is also reliable in the business of attaching husband and wife relationships. A rare phenomenon for a prostitute who is able to attach family relationships, only once and may be difficult to occur a second time. Perhaps this is called lucky.
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Whether because of global warming or God's warning, today the weather is very hot, as if to introduce hell to the inhabitants of the earth who often violate the command of God, for those who are God. Very good weather for the clothesline of the villagers who do not have a washing machine with a dryer.
Mira walks in the middle of a shopping center dressed as a young child who just got a parent's delivery or just paid after a few days of eating instant noodles. Mira wants to buy some interiors that she thinks are not tight to support the meat that many men crave, even she is tired of colors that she thinks are outdated.
While walking while looking at the shop that would have attracted his attention, Mira felt that someone was calling her name.
“Joko, what are you doing here?”
“Certainly a weekend getaway with my family.” Joko unreservedly introduced her sleeping companion with her son. “Riska, meet this aunt Mira, friend papa.”
“Halo is beautiful, well you are very similar to your papa ya.” Mira pokes her chin then glances at Joko with a smile.
Joko knows what Mira said, Joko just a few days ago said that he never really loved his wife, but his son's face showed otherwise. People used to believe that the child born if similar to his father, then certainly his father who has a greater love than his mother, it is certain that his father has a greater love, or some other groups say that his father who is very lustful when making love compared to his mother.
It is also possible that some people want to abort children conceived as a result of rape, fearing that their children are similar to those who desecrate them, and then haunt every day and go crazy for having to live and live together with the face of the bastard man who ruined his life.
“Where is his mother?”
“Women if you've been shopping like to forget family.”
“That's because you guys too often leave them just to take care of the kitchen well and mattress Joko.”
“Ah that's not true Mira, eh what are you doing here? Tumben once shopping, usually you just press on the phone and the package comes in the apartment?”
“Did you say Mira?” Joko rounded her eyes, not believing what her lover had said and was only met with a grin by Mira.
“Don't fuck Mira, I don't like.”
“Can you threaten me when your hand holds your daughter.”
“He won't know, and my wife you know he won't care even if I introduce you to him.”
“I need proof.”
“Alright, let's do it when we meet my wife later.”
Mira nodded her head in agreement with the proposal that no man other than Joko would ever make.
Before long they walk together, Joko finally really introduces Mira as his lover to his wife Astuti. Astuti smiled kindly and praised Mira's beauty.
“Mbak is also beautiful kok.”
“Thank you Mira.”
They sit in a restaurant because Riska whines about hunger, sits together and returns Joko's delusion like it was a few months ago. Feeling to have two wives who get along and make him respected the fathers of the housing complex.
“I was looking for lingiere too, but haven't met.”
“Astuti, Mira can help with that, she is very good at choosing that thing. Mira tell my wife where you usually buy it.”
“Alright if you force me to know the place.”
“Wah, you have to add to my account balance Joko, I will not waste this opportunity.”
“We are very strange.”
“Why Mira?”
“Why are we so familiar? Though our status should make us hate each other?”
“Ah is it not that other people who have love with their partner, and have hope and a future together, while we? Just doing symbiotic mutualism,” said Astuti.
“Astuti is right Mira, a couple called cheating if one of them really believes and loves, while Astuti and I are only together to maintain position and profit, while you? Just do your job.”
“But you said you loved me Joko?” tanya Mira teases Joko.
“Absolutely you are not?” Mira shook her head and upset Joko, who ended up laughing Astuti, who could not see the expression on her husband's face.
“Astuti you don't be mad at me ya.”
“I don't even care while my account fat Mira, anyway I just haven't introduced mine.”
“You have it?” joko asked as if to mock.
“But.”
“I've guessed.”
“I'll ask Mira to find it later, just wait.”
“Alright I'll wait for him.”
After eating, they decided to go home, Astuti offered a ride to Mira but she refused, wanting to walk alone.
Mira chose to take the bus, for a long time she wanted to feel the crowd in the middle of the city without talking to anyone. He wanted to feel the noise of the city, live the sound of horns and watchers who peddle his voice to be gagged with dime.
Mira sat on the third bench behind the driver, after which there was an old man who fell asleep while holding his bag tightly, afraid to be taken because it looked very valuable to himself.
Grandma woke up after bus
head down the road after raising the passengers, looking towards Mira before finally smiling and asking.
“New home work deck?”
“Eh enggak nek, new home shopping.” Mira shows a paperbag containing a mint-colored lingiere that no one else knows.
“Young people today love to waste money, if I used to always save for the future.”
“I also saved nek.” Mira said she did not want to lose.
“Save in the closet right? Collecting a lot of clothes that are only worn a few times, stupid actions.”
