FAITHFULLY YOURS (BSBB)
Chapter 1
PROLOGUES
I'm Mia. Mia Sunny's. Welcome to my travel record. Actually, Mia is not a real name. I used this name when I was working as a rented date. Believe me, I was just dating. Not overnight with them, underscore.
A little different from dating in general, this job has a hidden mission. Where to take as much wealth from the targets and return it to the client—sang wife—who rented my services is the main focus. Soon after, I left them and handed them over to each other's wives, hoping the unfaithful men would be deterred. Although, there are also clients who only use my services to test the honesty of her husband.
Whether or not it's accepted back by the official spouse is no longer my business. Some are forgiven, some are being sued for divorce until the lives of unfaithful men are twisted in direction. It was the decision of the wives who were hurt.
I believe this is the easiest way for me to make money right now. In this way, I can survive with my only nephew. Okay, I'm not a good aunt turns out. Whatever. Because life sometimes leads us down a steep, winding road and I have to make a choice. Who else can I rely on at a time like this, other than myself?
Mellyssa Winona is my real name. Outside as Mia, I was just an ordinary woman who had a dream. Are you willing to listen to my story? Prepare cold drinks first, because popcorn alone will not be enough.
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Chapter 1 | Faithfully Yours
Friday afternoon at night, Om Haris kissed my cheeks softly. The kiss felt like a mixture of affection and did not want to part. Thank you, Om, but I only accompany you as a profession without affection. He looks happy because I have been with him all day.
The meeting ended in a rooftop restaurant, with green bush fences decorated with white flowers and pink ribbon trinkets. At 19:00 p.m., Om Haris showed me the proof of the transfer he had just made directly from his phone, also gave me a set of jewels.
Dating middle-aged married men, accompanying them to go there – here, to be honest is the situation that is starting to make me sick. My mind wonders, when can I stop doing this?
Honestly speaking. I also want to live a normal life. Working to make money halal and public. Instead of accompanying the middle-aged man for a walk. But in reality, there was another soul that depended on me and it cost me a lot of money, school bills that needed to be paid, college fees, things that I wanted, as well as other things whose list snarls. My whole life is about money and money. If asked to choose, between given a pair or material. Then, I would prefer the material. Price dies.
Tomorrow is the end of the week, Om Haris will be returning to Surabaya to spend time with his family and my duties today are done. I must say goodbye immediately so that this fifty-seven-year-old man does not ask for 'more' than a walk.
"Thank you, yeah, Om. Mia go home first." I'm inching away.
"Wait a minute, dong." Om Haris held my hand. "As a farewell day, we make 'an memorable moment', how about?"
I shudder. "No way, Om. Mia has a college assignment. Mia came home by taxi online, yes. Bye-bye," I said in a hurry. I immediately left the place after ordering a taxi online secretly earlier. While waiting for a taxi outside the restaurant, my phone rang and it was an incoming call from Rara, my best friend.
"Hello," I answered with a call.
"Mel, are you done with Om Haris?"
"Yes, already. Baideway, I think I'd like to quit this job, huh."
"Well, why else?"
"Geez, the windfall is rejected? Remember, who else would pay for Adel's school if you didn't have any money? Take it, it's still good practice."
"Kamvir. No empathy at all, no wonder."
"Hahahah, yes, already, yes! Oh yeah, I'm not going home, Mel. Again doing campus work at home temen. Bye-bye, Dear."
"Okay, my taxi car has also arrived. Bye," I said shut the phone.
If only Rara knew, that I was tired of seeing these people. This kind of middle-aged man there are many and in general, they are chasing young women, looking for ways to be able to contact, and offer a variety of gifts. Indeed, not all of them ask for a physical 'reward. There are also those who only ask for company to spend time, watch, eat, or even just listen to the story. However, I am committed to serving only cases of revenge from wives, which I admit is quite draining and emotional.
Falling in love with Om-Om is happy? No, no. It's a rule I never broke. Don't ever take any chances or you're digging your own grave.
When I stopped at the red light, I saw a luxury car stop right to my left. The car glass was bright enough that I could see the driver. It looked like a middle-aged man in black glasses who was wearing a neat light blue shirt. He seems to be talking. The taxi I was riding in slowly moved forward, until I could see the person in the passenger seat next to him. Someone there is a woman I know. As soon as the green light came on, our car drove apart.
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"Mel, when can we move to a bigger apartment, huh? Our current apartment is too small" said Rara observing a set of jewelry that Om Haris gave yesterday. A necklace with emerald gems in green, and rings and earrings that have matching stones will be returned to his wife. Rara tied up her medium ash grey straight hair to wear the necklace around her neck.
"Yes, please, Ra. If the money has been collected more, then we can move to a better apartment. If it is now, yes, hold it first" I said. "Eh, carefully hold the necklace, yes. The earrings also do not disappear. Go back," my message.
If there is a question how can I start this work, then I do not know where to start. It all just happened when my old apartment neighbor got bruised on his hands and feet. I told myself to ask and it turned out that the husband had committed violence, because he had been found to have another woman. It's insanity. Obviously the wife had been mentally hurt, plus she had to get physical violence as well. What has been the meaning of her sacrifice all this time?
I admired the mother and judged her as a devoted wife, taking care of all the needs of her husband, children, and also their place of residence. She sometimes told me about what supplies her husband was prepared to bring to work and what food would be made when he came home. However, his devotion seemed insufficient. The mother cried in my arms when she found out the evidence of her husband's infidelity. It was then that I decided to avenge the middle-aged woman's heartache and turned the monetary rewards into the answer to the material problems I had.
And what about Rara? Rara is a college friend, best friend, and the person who arranges my mission schedule. We are 22 years old and we live together.
Me: [Om, today Mia can't come, yes. Maybe, next time.]
I sent the wrong message and when the message reached Rara, she begged me to invite her into this proud world. If I limit myself while I'm at work, not with Rara. He spent the night with them. In other words, you are the gate-opener of sin for him. Honestly, it makes me feel so guilty. In fact, to pronounce His name alone I felt unworthy.
It is not the time to preach. I took the car keys and took Rara out of the apartment. We shopped at a cosmetics and facial care outlet. While there, I picked up what Rara asked for a full basket. I added a collection of lipsticks from famous brands with different colors. Is not lipstick always a mandatory item in every woman's bag? It is the instinct of women to look beautiful and this all requires capital funds that are not small. Everything in this world needs money.
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