THE OTHER WOMAN

Marc

g place for women who used to peddle themselves. Since a month ago I have a special customer, a rich busin

to me. Sadly, she hasn't gotten a single call yet. Because, I

call. I've been so often uploa

people got mon

uota from little kids that I

com

x and ph

dy, h

smi

ng, I gave Sari a bill with a picture of Soekarno-Hatta in it, as a form of solidarity as fellow night workers. She currently off client

queue at the gas station," said the driver who was wearing a white shirt and black pants. Every day he lo

replied as I e

guest in that mansion so the driver didn't open the car door.

a good engine. I've seen on the internet the price of this kind of car can ranges from eight hundred milli

, Miss Kantil?" the drive

l. It will be simpler,” I asked the driver. It's bee

working like this f

divorce from my ex-husban

u were mar

ourse

u know Mr.

e's a buying man.

driver nodding. From his face, this man's age is yo

you can see, I'm a curious person."

. Even if your question offe

cide to work like this? Sorry, if

ney. I thought at that time the important thing was that I could get out from that savage man. It turns out so tough to look

s to borrow her money to pay off the debt in the shop. I am not get the money. In the other hand she

band finds out? Don’

and rent a house there. But, I don't know, I less care about it anyway. Nobody in my village will knows,

nodded

e, right? But why every time I

out a hundred seventy centimeters tall an

ful, right? How com

d. She just doesn't

oman who is silent when she knew that her husband bring oth

us. It's like we are crawling on the ground, but they can split the sky,"

e why is he still look for othe

is just to do my work, obeying the boss' orders, and

s difficult for little people like me will understand. If I could

only been to one room, namely Pak Hendrik's room which is behind the big stairs. I am yet been to the se

k the car we were driving in to the underground parking

e in. Even though it's been a month since I entered the house, I still don't know the maid's name. Mayb

cupboard which is two feet long. This time I chose a black knit dress with a low slit. I sprayed the perfume that also been prepared, after it

oor. Without waiting for an answer I entered. Mr. Hendrik room.

ot up from the bed. Today the brown-sk

nding. The scent wafted into my senses of smell even though our bodies were still a