Heh, perhaps it's true. Not all, but still way too many, right? Just like you, for example. Free, careless. You always wanted to do all without rules or safety precautions. So bloody typical.
At least you'd never pretended to be all kind and dignified, just like those who demand a virgin at their wedding aisle, while they can do whatever the hell they like.
That morning, you were still asleep in your hotel bed. The night before, you'd told me that you were used to waking up late, probably around two p.m.
I quickly got dressed. Then I quietly exited your room and escaped through the fire escape in that building. No kisses, unlike the night before.
No goodbyes. No need to, for we both knew. We wouldn't be seeing each other again after that night. Perhaps you'll call me. Maybe I don't want you to. There's no use to me.
Only one thing that you still don't know...or perhaps won't give a damn. That night, I gave you a present from my ex-husband. Perhaps you've got it too already or perhaps a lot more than that.
No worries. We could've traded poison, killing each other in silence. No need to talk about it. Both of us had enjoyed that night anyway.
I hope you'll enjoy that forsaken gift from my ex-husband, who had also gotten it from only-God-knows-whom out there. The gift which is now and forever inside of my body, which had also killed the unborn baby that he and I had once made.
That gift I'd never asked was a token of his appreciation...for this once loyal, obedient, and more often, stay-at-home wife...
R.
(Jakarta, 12/11/2017 - 7:30 am - written for Jakarta's Couchsurfing Writers' Club Weekly Writing Challenge on 16/11/2017 at Caribou Coffee, Sarinah - Thamrin, Central Jakarta. Topic: "polyamorous".)
