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I had that kind of roommate who made people laugh till their jaw getting stiff, but then every night go to bed crying.

She is lovely, having beautiful eyes yet funny unique voice. She is overweight as well. Let’s call her GB, a 30-year-old woman.

Once I asked her, “Hey, friend, what’s your most favorite thing to do in this world?”

While everyone in the room was in silence because of thinking, she spontaneously answer me, “Eating,” with full of smile in her face.

I asked her why, then she told me because only when she is eating she could forget about everything. I din’t really buy this word until I share the same bed and night with her.

We shared the same tears but not the same pain.

When we were about to sleep, I could notice that she was crying. That’s how everything started. I just knew that she is a widow. During her 3 years of marriage, she has aborted 3 babies. By the way this is allowed in her country. It means one baby every year. Then it simply means she got pregnant every year and every time she got pregnant she aborted their babies. Nope, it supposed to be her babies.

“If I could turn back time, I won’t marry this man. I was so specious and stubborn. No one agreed on my choice. My parents to my best friend, they didn’t allow me to marry this man. My ex-husband was previously a divorcee before we get married. May be that was the reason why my people didn’t allow me to marry him.

But because I was persistent, they got no choice except to let me do what I wanted, marry him. That’s how everything started. He was a lazy man, unwilling to work. It was my mistake to spoil him too.

I earned money. Let him stay at home. Prepared his clothes. Cooked him food. Served him all the best I could do. Did all the things the best wife could do. At that time I was a working wife as well. There was also a day I was pregnant and I still cooked him food while all the things he could do was only sitting and playing.

I remember in a cold winter day, I was pregnant and I cooked him food. Getting off from my work, walked a long way to cook then delivered him the meal. I was late. I felt like almost dying. The first thing came out from his lip wasn’t asking how I was doing, he was mad at me being late.

I was full of anger and disappointment, speechless as well.

At that time, I just remembered why all the people around me didn’t allow me to marry him. May be because they already knew this would happen. I regretted I didn’t listen to them and just follow my personal instinct.

Not long after saying this, GY cried. I could’t do anything. She regretted everything.

That’s how she went to bed crying everyday. She regretted her life and couldn’t turn back time. The only thing she could do to forget her regret was eating, only eating. But she felt sad for being fat too.

Amateur Lover

Disclaimer: If you are below 21st, I suggest you skip this article. The writer doesn’t take any responsibility for misleading thoughts.


“How do you think of sex before marriage?” asked one of my male friends to me.


“Well, I don’t really agree on it, I think it’s gonna be painful. You know, they said the first one is the most hurtful one,” told me to him.


“Yes, it does hurtful at first. But it feels good after that. More than just good, it’s something addictive.”


“Hahaha” I laugh a bit. “This is not my first time listening to this. “Some of my friends told me so too. And I believe you guys don’t lie. But I just don’t want to do it before I got married. Not only because I want to postpone the pain, but also it’s just too precious to be given to someone who isn’t my future partner of life. For me, virginity is one and only and had to be given to the right person. Only once.”


“Well I respect that.” my friend nods.


“So how is it? Your first experience? Is it with your wife?” ask me to ZZ, a 33-year-old wise mature open-minded man, a close friend of mine.
“Of course,” told him.


“Of course not! Hahaha,” then he continued laughing.


“My first time making love wasn’t with my current wife, it’s with my first love when I was attending university. And it’s way too embarrassing to be told.”


“Embarrassing? Why?” asked me to him.


“Because my penis didn’t get any larger. It keeps on its small size. And it makes me feel so insecure to do my next sex experiences.


“Hmm how can? Are you nervous?”


He thinks for a while before answering,”Yeah I think so. But I think the main reason isn’t it. It’s because… Hmm let me tell you the complete story.”


ZZ took not a so long breath before he continued, “We went to have dinner, we had fried chicken with super spicy sauce. My beautiful and sexy first love eat it, will all the chili.


Long story short, we arrive at her room. She did the blow job to me. Putting my penis inside her spicy mouth.


Damn mannn! my pitiful dick. Hahaha!” told my friend.


It can’t stand. Damn! It couldn’t get any bigger. It’s super spicy super. It’s like putting sauce right in the top of my … I’m speechless.


No matter how sexy and beautiful she is, if all in her mouth is chili, I’m done.”


Lesson learnt. Dear girls if you ever wanted to do blowjob after eating something, please bear in mind to brush your teeth first!

Cheater

“Have you ever falling in love with the person you can’t have?”


Story of MN, a 23-year-old woman, having a 9 years relationship with her current boyfriend. 


“You know what? I’ve ever cheated my boyfriend,” told her to me when we were having dinner. 

cheating women


“Oh really?” asked me half laughing but still with common tone. 


I’m not so surprised as MN is beautiful and talkative. Let alone man, I myself find she is so exciting, I can talk about aaaanything to her.


“So, how is it?” I asked her to continue. “How is everything started?”


“He is a friend of my girl friend. We met at my girl friend’s dormitory, then go to a club together. He took care of me, keep me safe. That night I drink alcohol, wearing sexy cloth. He put his eyes on me to make sure there are no guys touch my body, he covers my body with his jacket. I feel safe and being protected. That’s our first meeting. 


On the next day, I just realize and feel bad about it. So I text him to say thank you and sorry. That’s how everything started. We found it comfortable to talk one to another. So we start making appointments. We set it with our friends first. We had dinner together with some of our friends, sometimes go to a cafe, sometimes doing sport together, etc. Then sooner or later, two of us dating. I really enjoy our first date! So did he. It becomes addictive that we often meet one another. Our feeling just grows day by day.

 
He was way to sweet! In a crowded yet bad traffic city like Jakarta, he made his effort to come to have dinner with me. That time I was having quarantine at West Jakarta, around 25 km from his home. So he rides his car and breaking up the traffic jam and super polluted air of Jakarta just to have dinner with me!  


It’s not the only time. He also ever had to come late to his appointment to help me out in the middle of the night. It’s around midnight and I just remember that I don’t have shampoo and soap for a quarantine on the next morning. So I called him and ask where he is. He is just way so close to the highway, but he U-turns to get back to my dormitory and pick me up to a 24-hour minimarket just to help me choose the shampoo and soap which I need. That’s how he sacrifice, such a tremendous effort.”


I can’t stop smiling listening to MN’s story. It’s touching. “So, do you guys last long?”


“Not really. We don’t start it good. So it isn’t ended in a good way as well. What I like about our relationship is, we had fun, a lot. I enjoyed that every moment. There is no hard feeling. We don’t have the right to get jealous one to another, because we don’t belong to each other. That’s why we almost have never argued. Sad happy tragic. 


If I may conclude this relationship as a proverb, I would like to say. Cheating on our couple is like rafting on a river. It is so funny and exciting, coming up and down, wet cold here and there unpredictably. All you feel is excitement and happiness. But it is not long term. It’s just for a completely short term.

On the contrary, being in a true relationship is like riding a cruise ship. It is big and majestic. It has a purpose. It brings you to another place, another target. Sometimes it may be boring, but it is long term.”


“Wow, that’s so true,” I answered, get goosebumps. I remember another similar proverb.

“You are so true, MN. Cheating is like going back to a hotel. It is good, very comfortable, just for the short term. But being in a true relationship is like living in a home, a place you will always come back to even when anything happens, no matter what. A place you will take care of as well.”


Before we get back home, I asked, “So which one do you choose,  hotel or home?”

Lover

There are some kinds of love in this world. And I hope you won’t experience this type.

I love to call this type of love as ‘Barbie type’.

Barbie doll

This is to the person whom you love, and that person loves you too, but in some points of life, you two just don’t destined one to another.

Maybe because he/she is having different ethnic from you, different religion from you, and unfortunately you live in a super exclusive family in which prohibiting love from different backgrounds.

Maybe because you have been someone else’s boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife, and you don’t wanna break your relationship with them. So you just keep it this way.

This ‘Barbie’ is just for you to love, for you to admire its beauty from afar, to keep it inside your cupboards, and then lock it. Just to be seen, not to be owned. Even if you own, you are not allowed to own it with all your hearts. Even if you own, nobody may know that this ‘Barbie’ is your special one.

You may not kiss or hug this ‘Barbie’, because if you do, it will be broken.

This is a super common story.

Is it hurt? Yes.
Deep? Depends.

It depends on how many quality time and memories you spend together. The more you spend, the deeper the feeling.

So, please be wise.