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Memories

Memories carry feelings to the same time, even though the streets of Jakarta change a lot after 4 years. But the nuance is still the same when I was busy in college until I was left behind.

I remember the day I fell in love with Wikra. The cloudless blue sky, the wind blowing hot and the pollution made me cough. Because I was left behind, I had to give up pocket money to take a taxi.

All for the sake of attending the seminar on my campus, the speaker is Wikra, the young entrepreneur. All this time I knew Wikra was just her son Aunt Zara, the one who helped me with my tuition after my parents died.

We have met several times during family events, such as lebaran or other events. His attitude was cold and indifferent. Makes me not dare to talk first.

Arriving at the campus gate I ran, sweat pouring out and my breath gasping under the scorching sun. Ever since it was announced that Wikra was coming, I have been very enthusiastic and looking forward to today.

Unfortunately my part-time job was hard to discuss, I had to finish peeling onions before leaving. Makes me very late.

Arriving at the seminar I sat in the back row, looking at Wikra who had already started her talk. He was wearing a dark blue suit with a white shirt inside. His jaw was firm and looked very handsome.

"It is not a problem living in a developing country, but the problem is that the mental who considers living in a developing country can not progress. Such thoughts should be abandoned."

I wipe away the sweat that soaks the temple. Start focusing on hearing his speech.

"Our generation will make change through innovation and creativity."

I kept listening to his speech, he was an incredible figure. At the age of 25, he was on stage as a motivator.

"By working hard, anything we can achieve!"

Prok prok prok

Everyone applauded including me, only this time I heard Wikra's voice at length. He is usually very cold and talkative.

He who was on the stage, surrounded by students who listened to his speech looked very astonishing.

Unknowingly, after that day I kept thinking about Wikra. Often steal a glance and pay attention to it. Initially out of curiosity, over time wanted to be close to him.

It's just that Wikra is like an iceberg, hard to climb and cold. Sometimes I think he hates me through his eyes. Especially when Auntie Zara announced our matchmaking.

"Mother, Miao Miao maem." Show Ahin to the little cat that is eating.

We were taking a break at a restaurant near the outskirts of Jakarta. It was Ahin's first long trip, lucky that the boy was not dizzy or drunk. Her little legs wobbly to the right and left, she enjoys a burger while watching her beloved cat eat.

The little cat was already much healthier than it was first discovered, Ahin looked very fond of him.

"Ahin quickly finish the meal, briefly again we have to leave."

"He.em." His little head nodded, I wiped his lips that were smitten with mayonnaise.

No one expected me to give birth to her son Wikra, let alone Wikra's attitude towards me at the beginning of the marriage was so cold. I don't think he's gonna touch me.

In retrospect, he actually held back from touching me. But all of his defences broke down a month after the wedding.

I always bring a change of clothes to the bathroom, it's a habit. It's just that day I forgot to bring a nightgown, after thinking that Wikra hasn't come home from work. I put on a towel and went out the bathroom to look for a nightgown.

"Are you deliberately teasing me?" he asked, his face angry.

I shook my head, there was no intention of teasing her. I guess he's still in the office. My hand holding the towel was tightened, my foot automatically took a step back.

"I'm just going to grab something" I said.

His gaze was sharp like an eagle, looking at me from top to bottom. It makes me uncomfortable, really. I was always dressed modestly, only this time he saw me using a towel on my knees.

I immediately walked past him towards the bathroom with my head lowered, but suddenly Wikra hugged me from behind. He whispered something in my ear.

"If you want to flirt, don't be half-assed."

With one lift Wikra took me to bed, the game was rough for his own satisfaction. No matter how I cry or how I feel.

Wikra stopped her action after such a rough release, making my groin so sore and no enjoyment at all. I thought it was over when Wikra put on her pants and lit a cigarette.

He sat on the edge of the bed, turning his back to me who was still lying limp with full red marks all over.

"I don't think you're a virgin" she said, exuding cigarette smoke.

His words really offended me, not only taking my chastity harshly but he was also insulting.

"Are your women not virgins until you beat all the girls flat? That's why I'm honored to be compared to them."

"Shut your mouth!"

Wikra throws a cigarette on the floor, stomps it to death. If I just talk back, I can too. It's just that I've chosen to be quiet in his honor.

Wikra approached again, she kissed me violently. Start exploring my still-painful body. For the second time he entered me and made a full inside there. I could only squeeze the bed sheet with my eyes closed, hoping that it would all end quickly.

From that day on, every Wikra wants then he'll reward me. Sometimes rough until I'm in pain, sometimes soft until I can enjoy it, it all depends on his mood.

Until the seed of Wikra came into my womb which is now Ahin, my beloved adorable son.

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