To Mutia

Not a Prostitute

"Ehh... Mutias. Where are you going, Mut?"

Mutia was forced to stop her steps because the owner of the voice that had just greeted her, parked the motor right in front of her, shutting her access to walk.

Adjusting her emotions and as much as possible reviewing a smile, Mutia turned to the late forties man who was still arrogantly sitting on his bike.

"To the stall, sir. Buy some sugar. Excuse me, Mr. Salim." rewind the body, Mutia shifted a little, looking for reproach to pass.

"Mr just take it. Let's go up, Mutia." forced it, making Mutia forced to stop again.

"No need, sir. Deket. I can walk."

"Come, instead of you tired of walking, kept overheating for a long time, mending you I deliver. Ride the bike more flat, two minutes until." this time Mr. Salim act more bold. The man who had a round, mustachioed face was irreverently grabbing onto Mutia's hand, clutching tightly.

"Sir, don't be rude. Take it off." Mutia's strength tried to release the grip of the man did not know himself from him, but Mr. Salim actually pulled Mutia's hand, to make the woman's body stagger forward.

Mutia's eyes widened for a second then Mr. Salim wrapped his arms around her body, hugging her. Spontaneous alone Mutia pushed Salim sir, making the old man topple along with his motor of pride.

"Basic fucking woman!" angry, Mr. Salim moved while throwing a sharp look at Mutia, not forgetting to comment on a mocking smile. "Don't be your holy-sucker. The widow acted. It's still good that someone wants to be with you. You don't have to worry, I'll love whatever you want. Money, jewelry, house, land? Just say it, I'll give it. As long as you want to be my mistress."

Mutia snorted as she shook her head slowly. "Thank you for the offer, but I don't want to. Being your second wife I am reluctant, let alone just being a mistress to satisfy your lust. I'm a widow, not a whore. If you are looking for a woman who can be paid to provide satisfaction, you should look for a paid woman. There are a lot of women who have that profession, so I'm sure you won't have a hard time getting it."

"Brengsw*k!" raising his hand, Salim intended to slap Mutia who was just silently staring with her eyes closed tightly.

But after a few seconds passed, Mutia did not feel pain anywhere on her face. When he opened his eyes, he found Faisal holding onto Salim's strong arm with his eyes glaring sharply full of anger.

"Just once these wrinkled hands hurt Ayukku," rudely, Faisal jerked Salim's hands, then pointed the old man's face. "I won't hesitate to break your hand, or. We'll put it on trial!"

"Heh, kid! Don't interfere. Did you know that your Ayuk just teased me?" Salim smiled cynically. "Not a month before she got divorced, already looking for another man to give her a caress."

For a moment Mutia closed her eyes, trying to control her emotions. Being a widow is always identified with a bad woman. Considered a bitch, caress-thirsty and even often accused of seducing people's husbands. Don't they think too narrowly? Who wants to be a widow? In the eyes of the general public, in fact being a widow is no better than a prostitute.

Sadistic indeed, but that is the judgment of most people on the status of widows.

"You think I don't see what you're doing and hear what you're saying to my Ayuk, huh?" no matter Salim who was older than him, Faisal grabbed the collar of the shirt the man was wearing and gripped him firmly, leaving Salim feeling suffocated. "Didn't you have a daughter? What if your son is divorced from his husband, widowed and persuaded by a striped man to be made a mistress? Are you going to gladly accept it?"

Unanswered by Salim, Faisal jerked the man's body furiously, making Salim barely hit the ground again, if only there was nothing to hold his back from behind.

"What's this?" a thick woman came out from behind Salim. Gaze over at Mutia and Faisal, before turning to her husband. "But so old! He was told to fill the gallon instead of the widow gatel. Pantes are not back and forth. Then why is the bike rasoh?"

Faisal was about to argue over the thick-bodied woman who had just spoken ill of her brother, but Mutia quickly restrained Faisal's arm, then took two steps forward. Staring at a couple in front of him with a bold look.

"Even if I'm a gatel widow, I'm also picky, ma'am. The man I will accept with open arms is a young man who is tall, handsome, well-established, has a steady job and who can definitely satisfy my inner birth. If the model husband Mother who is unemployed, afraid of wife, pretentious style, currency basket, given free also I do not want. So... if Mom wants to be angry, get angry at her husband, if you need to stick him at home, let his eyes not be neat."

Not giving Salim's wife a chance to reply to his words that had been along the way of memory, Mutia pulled Faisal's hand to leave the scene of the crime.

"Yuk," Faisal said, making Mutia turn her head without stopping her footsteps. "Cool man." as he held up his thumb, Faisal grinned wide.

With dramatic Mutia wagging her hair. "Yes dong. Mutia is that loh. By the way, how can you be there?"

"Intentionally to follow Ayuk. I didn't feel good just now. And it turns out that what I was worried about really happened."

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The warm atmosphere after dinner, turned tense as Faisal who was watching television heard Mutia's words. The twenty-three-year-old woman said she wanted to leave her hometown and leave it. What the hell, just one more month of living together, the time is about to separate again. Faisal's mind was irritated.

"If Ayuk is going to get out of town, okay, but I have to come."

"Sal, man,"

"I promised Mom and Dad to take care of Ayuk. If the same city I've been teledor, so that makes Haikal successfully sickin Ayuk, especially if we are different cities."

"You just got into third grade. There won't be a school to take you."

"Oh yeah, I didn't go to school just yet. Next year we're in again."

"Where can it be. Delaying school means you postpone graduation, college and will also delay your ideals as a lawyer. I don't agree."

"If you don't have to go. At least until I graduate school."

Changing her sitting position to face Faisal, Mutia clasped her sister's hand while staring firmly.

"Sal, even though you're a man, but I keep you. So. It is my duty to ensure your success. Whatever I will do so that your ideals are achieved. I don't want you to be the same fate as me. Can not continue college because it is less expensive and instead stuck in a marriage that ends in divorce. I want you to be successful, so that you are no longer looked at by the people." A drop of clear liquid flows out.

"I want everyone to see that an orphan and the sister of a widow can shine brightly. Please, let me be the greatest Ayuk, be your foothold to reach the highest peak." this time Mutia really cried. He hiccups with his body shaking violently.

Unable to see Mutia who looked so depressed, Faisal pulled the petite woman into his arms, hugged tightly and rubbed her back.

"OKAY. I agree." with a heavy heart Faisal granted Mutia's wish. "But on condition that Ayuk must always give news. If anything happens, call me immediately. Anyway Ayuk phone should be active 7x24 hours. Do not run out of power. Powerbank should always be brought."

"Yes." The crying subsided, then created some distance. Mutia pinched Faisal's nose which always made him envious, because he had a sharp nose like their mother. It doesn't look like the one with the tiny, big nose, it looks like Dad. "Bawel. Actually that brother, me or you."

"It doesn't matter who the big brother is, because the most important thing is that we care and love each other."

"Ughh.. sweetness." with spoiled Mutia leaning on Faisal's shoulder. "Oh yeah, I'll rent out our house."

"Huh?" Faisal looked surprised. "How do I want to?"

"For a while you stayed at the house wak Agus ya."

Wak Agus is the older brother of their father. Sonya is the adopted daughter of Mutia's mother.

"Well, we have a house. Why stay at someone's house? I'm seventeen anyway, Yuk, I'm ashamed to pack everything."

"You've said, the house wants me to rent." stood up, Mutia stared anxiously at Faisal. "I want to find someone who's willing to pay rent upfront for a year. The money is enough for you to go to school as well as the cost of eating. The rest want me to pack for the cost, pay the contract and buy daily necessities until later I get work."

"Oh Allah, the storm. There is a house to be contracted, go out of town even want to contract. Is a woman's mind path always this complicated huh?"

"Bawel you." without feeling Mutia pat Faisal on the forehead, making the owner grimace. "If I had a place to live and a steady job, you also graduated from school, I would invite you to come with me. For now, be a submissive sister. Okay, boy?"

Lazily Faisal nodded. "As for Her Majesty the Queen only. Abdi mah nurut wae."

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...TO BE CONTINUE'S...