The Primadona

Chapter 14 Return to the Valley

Back to ken*matan valley.

Then I decided to call Dimas to tell him I wanted to take the job.

"Hello, Bum," he said on the other end of the phone.

"Dimas, I wanted to take a job yesterday" I said.

With a tone of shock and disbelief, Dimas then explained the details even about the salary I would receive, he thought it would not be possible to sustain my life.

Maybe he was judging from the way I dressed, my lifestyle all along. But he made it easy if only I remained determined to do so.

"However, it's up to you, Bum.'

"Hiks!" I said when the conversation was over.

I threw a handpone on the bed. Back occasionally back I snorted annoyed while laying down.

My eyes stare upward with thoughts filling my head.

Will I contact the socialite again? While at this time I was in need of a lot of money because renovating the house of Ambu and Abah was not finished in total.

Soon I grabbed the handpone and tried to contact him, but I stopped, I put the handpone back on the bed.

I got up and took a seat on the living room sofa. Then light a cigarette so that it can waste a moment of thought that has not also found a solution to make this head feel cracked.

"Life is money!"

(Life is money)

"I just give a solution!"

(I'm just giving you a solution)

"Do not be Stupid!"

(Don't be stupid)

"Everything is up to you!"

(It's up to you)

"Do not be Stupid!"

(Don't be stupid)

"You get pleasure in exchange for money!"

(You get pleasure in exchange for money)

"Think!" (Think) Adie Permana snapped while pointing a finger at her head just a few weeks ago and then she left.

Adie Permana's words continued to tease my head, continuing to ring in my ears until I could no longer control the explosive emotions filling this chest cavity and brain.

If work becomes a receptionist, of course, it will change the way I dress and my lifestyle of course. Ah, dammit!

However, it makes this heart is not ready to undergo. It's possible, it could be that I moved back to find a more affordable boarding place with a quality that is not good or bad.

Because of the salary that can not sustain if still survive in a comfortable dwelling although simple as I now occupy.

Braaakk!

The glass table in front of me was subjected to an indignation I could not suppress. Fresh blood flowed from my finger exposed to the glass flakes, the pain felt like a wound on the flush feeling of lemon water.

Finally I must and again fall into the valley of ken*satan.

I stepped back into the room and picked up a cell phone to call Adie.

Without any awkwardness let alone shame in informing him that he is now ready to receive a call from him again.

That means he accepted his offer. A voice of praise and gratitude from my best friend's lips from the end of the cell phone when Adie told me welcome back.

It felt like just slamming the handpone to stop the laughter and ridicule on the other end. It really makes a feeling of disgust instantly makes my stomach want to come out.

It is very sad that the fact that I have to return to the profession of being a satisfied man n**fsu women for the sake of the rupiah coffers and lifestyle that has changed into a man Metros**ksual with fashionable casual makeup all-branded has become a hallmark part of everyday life that I can not escape.

As usual with casual makeup is also fashionable, of course, all branded and that is the main attraction for women. Every night I hang out at the cafe while waiting for a client who invites a special dinner.

Stage by stage we will pass with the woman who bocked my services and finally if the hour hand has shown late at night when consciousness is no longer fully intact, he said, then finally proceed to the room of a hotel, wrestle with the sweat of keni*matan, satisfy ha*rat naf*su sek*sual, culinary connoisseur sek**s.

Wild horse spirited women who are eager to be soft caress the affection of the Adam was a regular subscription, because the service is capable of satisfying the desire sek**suual they I have mastered with shrewdness. Debriefing before plunging into a gigolo is enough to drive me wild while holding the saddle of a mare.

I consider it like they are a wild animal, I have become their handler, of course with the rates I peg more fantastic for every single date with me with the nickname "Sang Primadona" well, with the price I peg, I am the prima donna of the land of Pasundan. In the group arisan kenik**matan while the socialites name Bumi Respati is already famous.

I went through material days with a maturing lifestyle, all because the status of the Primadona made me a classy Metrosex***ual man and I finally returned to the elite settlement.

Apartments in the elite area in the Menteng area were also my choice, all to support the profession that I was involved in, because all complete miniatures from cafes, Bars, Diskotek facilitate the movement of my performance space.

Sometimes I hangout with Widya and Dimas Anggara in his cafe. Even though we no longer live next door to him, the relationship between us is still well established.

Sometimes I also visit the simple dwelling place Widya who lives far from the city center, to pull over and look for fresh air, looking for calm, away from the hustle and bustle of my life that is only struggling with se**ks and alcoholic beverages.

Sometimes I faithfully wait until the end of work hours, staying in the diner right in front of the Private Hospital where he works as a Pharmacist.

Then take her to lunch and drive her home. Such is the routine of saturating, uncomfortable even slowly there is a sense of disgust over myself when staring at the mirror.

Being gigol**o has made a lot of my life turned into a junkie and a drunkard.

However, Widya continued to be a listener for complaints all this time, the woman I had considered her own sister was slowly forming the soul of my business gradually appeared.

He gave me so much positive input and motivation that I kept trying to get out of the sparkling circle of life that had taken half my faith for money, had justified all sorts of ways.

I also occasionally follow him if there is a study of religion that he attended with Dimas.

"Sister should not feel dirty, come back before it's too late, at least Brother has the intention, than not at all," he said as he gently rubbed my head when sakau at his home last day.

I told him I wanted to repent and want to return to my old self, with tears that could no longer be held, until the clear liquid clogged my nose, I was as unwilling as I could, curling up in the cold with sweat trying to hold on.

"I want to die!"

"Sister, I can. I'm there for you" he added, covering up with layers of blankets over my body that shivered violently. He did not hesitate to hold me tightly until the critical time and the angel of death passed the night together and went out of nowhere.

Such is my life for years until finally the rupiah coffers lead me to dare to try my luck to become a businessman engaged in culinary.

The experience of enjoying dishes in restaurants, cafes, over banquets from clients slowly nurtured my soul to start my own business.

All that can not be separated from the interference of Widya and Dimas. My best friend turned out to be a Doctor at the Private Hospital where Widya Chandra also works.