“Well then,” said Anton enthustiastic that time when I tell him that this time I was looking for a prostitute for myself. “As a man, eventually you have to feel the warm and how interesting the titillate smell of a woman as well,” he continued. “I thought you were not normal,” he said and laughed. “It turns out you also hooked heh ….” He bursted out laughing. I was annoyed because not find any funny aspects of my request to him. I really intended to find a wife indeed in this way. I was having tried ordinary ways to have it. At the ends, I was refused and rejected again and again.
It was an event a week ago. Through the mediation of Anton finally I met with this girl. And I fell in love at first sight. After the afternoon this day she knocked on my door. Speaking frankly I like her shyly smile.
“I’ll take over all your college funds and allowance as well,” I told her symphatically.
“As long as you are willing to be my wife.”
It was very clear that she was anxious. Shake her shoulders and lifted up her gorgeous face. She looked at the thick carpeted ground floor rooms. Carpet that cover the wood floor had very interesting pattern. Instead of teakwood or ceramics, but wood of coconut trees, it called glugu in Javanese. Her eyes stared wistfully underfoot. It appears that she really hesitated. Oh God, how I wanted to kiss her wet lips. I’ve never kissed a girl anyway. I tried to encourage my heart indeed.
“I never believe in men, moreover trust them as well”
“It’ll be the time you are definitely going to leave,” she continued.
I tried to give her understanding. “Ah, not all men,” I tell her. And we both burst out laughing. That phrase was exactly the same as the title of the old songs sung by Basofi Sudirman. The former governor of East Java, Indonesia.
pict by Astungkara Wiguna