While the Script is Drawn

Mosaic 1. The No Title 01

The beginning of our meeting was very simple. I'm so tired after a busy day of this-that. Then, I had my maid call Retno's mother, the regular masseuse.

Shortly after, my maid instead brought a young man who was quite handsome. My maid said Retno was returning to the village and the young man offered a massage at her recommendation.

The masseur was named Dharma.

After that initial encounter, once a week on Friday, Dharma came home to massage. Being a teraphis massage my subscription.

"How old are you?" I asked the first time Dharma had massaged me.

"Twenty-five years, ma'am."

"Don't call, Mom. You make me look so old."

"Sorry, aunt."

I laughed at her innocent words. Ma? Aunty? Well, I can't fight time. But I can fight wrinkles on the face with salon treatment and occasional botox injections. And to keep my body fit, I have a schedule of gymnastics and yoga rituals on Saturday and Sunday mornings.

"Call me, Susi."

The young man nodded. Then he opened his bag and took out a bottle of olive oil.

"Olive oil is good for massage therapy, Ma'am. Also very good for skin moisture." Dharma stated.

I lay on my comfortable bed in my underwear and a piece of Bh. Dharma begins to massage from the legs. Then thighs. Ride back up. He's really good at massaging. Every massage is powerful, full of sensation, very fitting. I'm enjoying. His touch gave me passion. It also reminds me that I haven't been touched in a long time.

"Next week come. Don't worry, I'll pay you five times." I said after Dharma massaged the entire body. Including that part. I asked him to touch the vulnerable part. I want to see his reaction. At first he was a little hesitant although there was no denying that there was passion in his facial expression. Twenty-five years old, certainly very young, innocent and is exploding his sex drive.

"Alright, Ma'am." said Dharma as he put back the bottle of olive oil and then came out of the room.

***

Fifteen years ago I got divorced. During that time I also held the status of a rich widow with a beautiful one-child. I decided to stay a widow. Not because I don't sell, but very good. There are so many applications that I refuse. And those who proposed to me also could not be said to be ordinary people. Even blatantly a married DPR member still wanted to marry me. I refuse those proposals. I want to focus on raising Rio.

Rio, my only son, is now a big boy. He decided to continue his studies in America. After he left, my days were filled with work. Take care of boutiques, handicraft minimarkets and occasionally gather with friends at bars or restaurants just for ngrumpi or arisan.

As a single parent and ordinary human being I cannot deny the existence of sexual desire that often explodes. When that desire arises, I usually call a hired guy to make love all night at the hotel. I'll tell Rio that I'm at home that I have a job out of town.

Then Dharma, the masseur who was still brondong, made me no longer call the hired men. That young Brondong made me miss her massage. And also, the cork.

"Why did you choose this job? Does your family know you're a masseuse?"

Dharma shook loudly. "No, Ma'am. Don't let the family in the village know. And don't let my friends know. Could be ashamed of me. I became a masseuse just as a distraction, Ma'am."

"So what's your job besides this?"

"Botch sales, Ma'am. Know for yourself how much the salary is. Make the cost, food, college and other needs less once, Ma'am. Families in the village can't help since you're sick."

"So you went to college too?"

"Yes, the final semester."

I nodded in understanding.

"You want to work with me? Do you want to be a cashier at the minimarket or a private driver?"

Dharma seemed enthusiastic to hear my offer. "So the driver, Ma'am. I can drive. Now find hard work. My friend who graduated from college first is also still a lot of unemployed. Thanks for the offer, Mom."

***

For some reason, since the presence of Dharma, my life has been a little more exciting. He was a handsome young man who was tenacious, obedient and tough on the bed.

Since morning he has been waking up, sweeping the yard, washing cars and even helping Ma'am Ijah cook in the kitchen. There are two servants in this house. Ma'am Ijah who takes care of the house and Pak Surno who takes care of the garden. Dharma soon gets close to them.

I pay special attention to this handsome driver. Don't forget I bought him some sets of clothes. Watches. Boots. The more handsome he is when wearing a black suit. I also took Dharma to Arisan at the house of one of my friends.

"Who's that Jeng Susi brought?"

"New driver, Jeng."

"Duh, still brondong cucok meow anyway. This Jeng is good at finding a driver."

I smiled, a little proud. Khulik Dharma, he is helping to prepare a snack with my friend's maid.

"Try deh Jeng cariin I'm a maid brondong kayak jeng driver."

"I'll try to ask my driver, Jeng. Who knows if there's a friend who's like him."

Then we mothers started gossiping. Story this-that. Starting from luxury items that are again hits to cool widows who are no less hits anyway. While picking up diet snacks and red wine, we single-parent mothers enjoy life.

***

One time after massaging me and of course, making love, Dharma said something.

"Sir, next month I'll be graduating."

"Well, congratulations" I said sincerely and proudly. I forgot to kiss her lips.

"Mr comes, yes. My family will come from the village."

I was silent for a moment before deciding.

"Yes, I'll come. What family from the village went up?"

"Train, Ma'am"

"How about you just pick it up by car. Load right?"

"Wet, Ma'am. Just a father, a mother, my two sisters and a girl friend."

"Female friend? Is he your girlfriend?"

Dharma shook his head with a surprised expression. "No, Ma'am. It's just been a little girl since childhood" he said. I heard the uneasiness in his voice. I know he's not being honest. First dishonesty.

***

When I was a teenager, I had no grandiose dreams. My dream is simple: marry a man who loves me completely, has children and is happy until this body enters the ground. However, even such a simple dream was like a puff of hot pitcher smoke above the fireplace, evaporating.

Building a home at a young age is not a young thing. Even though it was financially supported by our parents once. Both me and my husband are still concerned with ego. As expected, we got divorced. At that time Rio was only two years old. Rio's custody is in my hands completely.

I decided not to marry again. Make what? Biological needs? If I need to, just call the paid guy. Beres. Satisfied.

***

Dharma introduced them. Father, mother, two boys and a sweet girl. They look innocent with their makeup. I greeted them one by one in a friendly manner. I adore them with dinner dishes that are abundant hand-made by Mbak Ijah.

They will spend the night here because tomorrow morning they will attend Dharma graduation. This house had many empty rooms that they could occupy.

My attention cannot be paid to the sweet girl sitting next to Dharma now. From the way the Dharma looks at it, it is only right that they have a special relationship.

Am I jealous?

I laugh at myself.

"Thank you Susi for everything" said Dharma when the dinner was over and his family had occupied their rooms.

"No problem. Will you accompany me for a while before you go to bed?"

I could see a worried stroke on his face. But as I expected, he couldn't refuse my invitation. I smile to myself. There's no need for me to be jealous of that girl if when I want her, my brondong is ready to serve me.

The room is also tightly closed.

Under the blanket, the two sighed at each other.

***

My son just went home. College's off. I introduced Dharma as a driver. Not more. Not as a masseur or a favorite brondong.

I see that Dharma does have the advantage of quickly getting along with anyone.

"Ma, I'm going to the mall. Let us know the Dharma, yes."

They are often together. Maybe because of his age. From the first Rio who is an only child did miss a playmate in this house. I realize very well if I don't have much time to accompany Rio to play. My extensive work takes up almost all the time, from morning to night. But, what I did this was also for the sake of a life worthy of Rio. So that he does not have a hard life.

"Ma, I want Dharma to go to his birthday party."

I am grateful, Rio is more excited since there is Dharma. They're so familiar. Rio treated Dharrma as his best friend. Even Rio often invites Dharma to sleep in his room, play the playstation, watch the ball, hang out, to the cinema. Even so, Dharma remains aware of his position in this house. He kept getting up early, watering the plants, washing the car and if Rio wasn't around, massaging me.

But I saw a slight change from my driver. Since graduation, he has been quiet. His face is not as bright as before. Like something he was hiding. When I asked, he just shook his head, that everything was fine. Hmmm, maybe it's just my feelings.

Rio was not long at home. By the end of March he should have returned to America to continue his studies. A sad look of face adorned her face while parting at the airport. In fact, in the past when he left, he was not that sad. Maybe because of Dharma. He had never found a close friend before.

Then I provide advice like a mother to a child. Rio hugged me. He also embraced the Dharma.

***

That night, our passion was heightened. The burning heat of our romance until drowned until the morning poked with dew in the leaves. When I opened my eyes, Dharma seemed to have dressed well.

"What is important that makes you this early in the morning?" I'm still a little sleepy.

"I've decided, Mother. I can't procrastinate anymore. From today I resign" he said firmly. I'm not too surprised. I thought a time like this would come.

"Why? The salary I give you is less?"

Dharma.

"I want to be honest, Ma'am. The girl I brought yesterday is actually my boyfriend. We were already planning on getting married after I graduated from college" Dharma said seriously.

"I already know. It's not hard to guess. Well, if that's your decision."

"Not only that. Actually he knows."

His statement surprised me enough.

"He knows. That night he heard us making love. The sound of that."

I was silent for quite a while.

"He must love you so much" I said, wrapping a towel around my body. Follow the cigarette before I sucked with all my heart. I exhaled the smoke, soaring high into the air.

"Then what about Rio?" tanyaku.

With the wrong face, the Dharma answered.

"You mean, Mommy?"

I looked at my Brongdong it was sharp. He finally understood.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I never thought of this before. I'm just trying to respect him, and Ma'am. Actually I'm uncomfortable. I wanted to tell her but was afraid she would accuse me of teaching her. He likes me. We even did it in the car. He wants it and I can't refuse.”

I listened to the confession of Dharma while still exhaling cigarette smoke with all my heart. I-i know. A mother's instinct.

A collection of photos of sexy men under a pile of kids clothes just like mine. Blue videos of fellow sexes in his hape folder. As a mother my heart broke to find my only son was different. But I realized, it was also my fault for not being able to give her the time she deserved. He misses the father figure. He misses the man who protects him.

I may be a selfish mother. But not an introverted mother. I let my son until one day he dared to reveal it. After all, I am also not a mother who can be said to be good to be exemplified.

"Before you leave, I'd like to ask for your help. That's also if you want. I'll pay a lot for this."

"Stay with Rio. If he comes home, come here. Slowly help me change it"

Dharma was rather surprised by my request. He thought about my offer for a long time. I waited patiently.

He nodded.

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Finished

(The title of this short story is : My Savings Massage)