Sigh...
Life's like a Lamborghini Gallardo. It looks furiously fast and excruciatingly beautiful on the outside. But the high cost of maintenance and recurring problems that happen ever so often will definitely drive one to Hell and back.
I don't own a Lambo, in case you are wondering. I'm considering selling off my relatively new Toyota right now, just to keep up with my lifestyle. But then again, without a car, my lifestyle goes out the door too.
Well, after the last business trip to nearby Indonesia, a tragic event occurred there that scarred me so badly that I boldly decided to leave my job and "chill" for a while.
I've sent out my resume to a couple of potential employers and am praying hard to get back into something. Reading the Saturday Classifieds today, I subconsciously checked the current market prices for people who are interested to buy a unit in my condominium.
Bouncing back into life will be hard, especially after this tremendous setback.
Here's what happened about 2 weeks ago...
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The deluxe room in the classy Le Meridian was to be my humble abode for the next 2 crucial weeks during this important project in Jakarta, Indonesia. We had to finalize the leasing agreements for the new branch and at the same time, meet up with potential new employees.
The regional HR director was here to do her stuff with the hiring and interviews. A small sales team had also come to Indonesia to meet up with existing and potential clients and to handover and train the new guys that had just come in.
I didn't really like Indonesia a lot. Call me old fashioned or scared but I could not get away from this fear of the locals ambushing us Chinese and lobbing our heads off. Or the incessant feeling of being mugged on the streets. Everywhere I went, I had this sensation of being watched by the poor, desperate and hungry vagrants that would spare no mercy in robbing and then killing me just for the few hundred US$ I had on me.
But that's just me. I didn't want to take any risks at all, and so I commuted daily between the hotel and office via taxi. Meals would be strictly room service in the morning and evenings.
My thoughts flew back to my pretty Han in Vietnam. Just 2 weeks here and I'll be back "home" to Hanoi where there were still lots to be done and where I felt much more comfortable.
It was a bright, hazy Saturday. I was in my room slacking around with the television turned on. This morning, waking up early, I remembered she would be coming at noon and I could finish up where we left off.
Taking a warm shower and shaving myself clean, I looked at the misted mirror and thought to myself, "30 years old already, still behaving and thinking with my balls whenever it came to women."
For a fleeting moment, images of my mother with her constant nagging to tell me to find someone to settle down coupled with my sister's inquisitiveness about "Is this lady THE ONE?". I splashed my face with the freezing cold water and toweled myself dry.
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Two days ago, I met her for the first time. She was the company's, correction, ex-company's Facilities rep from Japan. It was her virgin trip to Indonesia and since we were working on the same project here, we pretty much spent the whole of Thursday together, in boring meetings after meetings with the potential landlords.
As I had been to Indonesia frequently, I became the impromptu tour guide for lunch and brought her out to savor a nice and quiet Indonesian styled meal.
She was called Mayumi but I called her Yumi for short. One year older than me, she definitely did not look like it. As the day bore on, she still kept looking fresh and alert. Sporting a shoulder length hairdo, her straight hair was dyed a slight shade of brown. Dressed in a typical office attire of matching pink jacket and skirt with an orange blouse, she looked the very professional executive woman that she is.
Her energy and enthusiasm for work kept me feeling very ashamed of myself. The only talk we had was about work, the next meeting, landlord profile etc. Throughout the day, whenever we went for smoke breaks, the conversation never wavered from work. The only miniscule, personal information I had gotten out of her was that she was 31.
I kept taking frequent glances to my watch as well as the time shown on my handphone. Working together with her made the day feel very stretched. You know, the feeling you get when time seems to move extremely slow through the day.
Close to 6pm, the guys in the office wanted to get all of us visitors out for a get-together dinner and started to make arrangements and ask if we wanted to join in.
I was glad to leave the damned work and maybe look at the myriad of proposals when I'm back in the hotel at my own time.
"Yumi-kun, you want to join everyone for dinner?" The HR big shot was going along and it would be good for PR, not to mention that we have to give her some face too. Expecting Yumi to accept out of courtesy, I started packing the documents and my laptop into my bag.
Japanese work attitude won the day as she said, "Grimnar-san, tomorrow is the deadline and we have to decide today which facility to move into. I think we better make preparations to present for tomorrow."
Crazy woman! We can also discuss the lease over dinner or when we're back in the Hotel. In my mind, I was already more or less decided and just needed her to agree. The work was already considered done and yet, she still wanted to review all the choices again.
"You do know that Ms. Fong will be there, right?" Referring to the HR director.
"Yes, Grimnar-san, I already emailed her to say we cannot attend because we need to prepare for tomorrow." She replied, as a matter-of-factly.
Very nice. In the company's hierarchy, I was considered her senior but yet she has boldly gone ahead to make decisions for me. But what the heck, I did not want to make a fuss out of it anyway. The sooner I finish tomorrow, the more time I get to play tourist and I can put all these behind me when I leave Indonesia on Saturday night back to Vietnam.
We took refuge in a now vacated meeting room in the office, since everyone has left for the planned dinner outing and started to pore through the proposals once again. Discarding those that really weren't worth a second look, we reconsidered the remainders and at the same time, finalized on the presentation materials.
My stomach was growling when we left the office at around 9pm. Her commitment to work rubbed me in a wrong way but I was impressed by how serious and dedicated she was to work. If only she channeled this energy into lovemaking, that would make her one hell of a lover.
"Grimnar-san, would you mind to have dinner with me?" She extended the invitation as we arrived back at the hotel.
Feeling tired and hungry, I readily accepted. "See you at the coffee house in 30 minutes ok? I need to wash up."
Having taken a warm and quick shower, I dressed casually in slacks and a polo T. The 30 mins was not up yet as I sat on the bed and turned on the TV to see what was on. This was certainly one of the more boring business trips I've been on. No partying, no hanging out with the guys and a cold-as-ice, hardcore work attitude woman I ended up chaperoning.
"Oh well," I thought, "Just settle everything and tahan until Sunday and I'll be back on the flight back to Ha Noi."
You would think you know women when in the actual fact, they will surprise you one of these days and astound you. Time for dinner, as I left the room and proceeded to the restaurant to wrap up dinner and to catch a good night's rest after that.
Little did I know, another unraveling twist would unfold in the next few days.
We had dinner at the Ryoutei Aoi, the posh Japansese restaurant. It was good having Yumi around, a native Japanese as she did all the ordering in Japanese. Surprisingly, the waiting staff spoke fantastically fluent Japanese as well and I could see that they even shared a joke or two as Yumi laughed sweetly as the waiter passed some side comment which I didn't understand.
Yumi was dressed in a simple khaki polo T and dark blue bermudas. Both pieces of which were semi body hugging and I could tell that beneath the hard exterior of this workaholic colleague of mine, was one of the most curvaceous and seductive woman I've ever met. With this thought deep in my mind, and with the assistance of the local Bintang beer, I began to slightly open up to her rather than keeping her at a distance, rather than constantly stereotyping her as the person who kept me from having dinner with the department heads earlier.
We were mostly having small talk through the light but sumptuous dinner of Agemono Tempura, Tonkatsu and Teriyaki fish. The mood lightened up as I got on to my fourth Bintang as her, the fifth glass of Lopez De Heredia 94, a wine I carefully selected from the restaurant's collection. Man, could this woman drink! It must be the years of downing sake that made Japanese good drinkers, though I was silently wishing she would get drunk hornily so that the night would take a sensual turn and I would get lucky.
"So what happened in the beginning, when the waiter made a joke and both of you laughed?" I asked, trying to find out what transpired between them both when she was placing the order.
She gazed at me with glassy eyes, looking apparently quite high from the liquor intake. The buttons of the polo T were off and I could catch a quick glimpse down into her alluring cleavage. She had ok breasts, judging from whatever I could glance at without looking too lecherous. Not too flat like most Asians are and not too overly big to make one feeling put off. Nevertheless, getting the view of smooth pure skin, I thought about my lovely Han back home and took a deep breath, awaiting her answer.
"He said something about you, Grimnar-san. But I think it is so funny I laughed." A little giggle emitted from her as she pulled back and sat back against her chair, taking away whatever little frontal peek-a-boo I had of her.
That didn't really answer my simple question as I pushed ahead for a more definitive answer. "Tell me more about it. Is there something wrong with me?" I took a look at what I was wearing, making sure everything was in place. I then held up the glass of plain water and gazed into it, looking at my face in the reflection.
It must have looked pretty silly as she laughed gaily at my antics. "No no Grimnar-san, nothing wrong with you. He said that you are very handsome and wish me a very beautiful night after dinner."
Now that was a proper compliment if I must say so, even though it came from the male waiter. But that really made my day as I tried to hide my beaming smile of happiness. "You mean he said we will be together tonight?" I blame the Bintang beer, cheekiness set in whilst thoughts that I had about Han faded away to oblivion. "I wonder if he is jealous that I will be bringing you great happiness later eh?" I laughed slightly, making it look like I was kidding but seriously meaning it all the way. It really had been some time since I last got laid. The last time was... was... Damn! It has been that long already hasn't it?
She kept silent as dessert was served. Cream Anmitsu, a vanilla ice-cream coupled with Tsubu-an (whatever it was she said) and Japanese gelatin. A heavenly dish, I mopped it all up in a couple of mouthfuls and downed the rest of the beer.
I signaled the waiting staff for the bill and charged it to my room. The same waiter who attended to us gave me a quick knowing smile. Apparently he thinks it's my lucky night. I wish it were so as well. Knowing my pathetic luck in affairs of the crotch, I know that will take more than a simple miracle to recycle my expired male fluids, if you get what I mean.
Yumi certainly looked a little over the fine line of being sober. She wobbled slightly and had to be held as she stood up from her chair. I held her arm to steady herself and felt her softness brush against my fingers as we walked out of the restaurant. Fortunately, we were both staying on the sixth floor. She leaned on me quietly as I held on to her as we took the lift up to our rooms.
The elevator hummed steadily on the short trip up. There was soft music playing in the background which was a welcome compared to the silence between both of us. Too afraid to break the silence I half whispered to her, "You ok? I'll help make you a glass of tea later. And after drinking it, have an early rest and you should be fine tomorrow morning."
She acknowledged with a quiet Mmm as the lift doors opened on our floor. The wine must be getting to her as I felt her becoming heavier with every step. Her hair still exuded the freshness of her shampoo. A faint trace of her fragrance permeated the air as I languished in the sweet flowery smell. She rested against my arm as I held her, her bosom pushing ever slightly against me. Trying to stay cool, I did my best not to let thoughts wander too much. I had to stay focused, get work done, get out and then back to Ha Noi, back to Han, whom I had been missing for so long.
Entering her room, I set her down on the bed as I went to prepare tea. While waiting for the water to boil, I took a quick glance at her lying so invitingly on the comfortable queen-sized bed. She was breathing steadily, as though as she was in a deep sleep. Lifting one arm to cover her forehead, possibly to cover the light or to chase away the headache, it allowed me to have a very nice view of her exposed abdomen. Her pearly white skin was perfectly smooth and without blemish.
I thought of Han again. What if the two ladies' positions had been switched? If only my dear Han would be here now. What would entail in the later part of tonight would definitely have been very memorable.
Shaking that crazy thought aside, I went into the washroom to prepare a warm towel for Yumi. I dimmed the lights down in the room as well to make it more comfortable for her. Bright lights shining down onto you must be very irritating especially when you want to close your eyes to get some rest.
At about the same time, a high pitched whistle emanated from the electric kettle, signaling that the water has been done. I started to pour her the glass of plain Lipton tea, adding a bit of sugar to sweeten it and laid it on the dressing table beside the bed, giving it a few minutes to cool.
"Yumi, I'm going to put a warm towel on your forehead. It will make you feel better, ok?" I lifted her arm away and in place of it, laid the warm towel and pressed it down with my hand.
Sitting on the soft bed, hand on her forehead holding the towel in place, I had a full view of her athletic figure as she lay immobile. The unbuttoned polo T revealed one of a small glimpse into the beginning of her cleavage. I had not noticed this before, but it looked like there was a hint of a sexy mole that lay semi hidden by the fabric, right where the bottom of the valleys met.
It felt like I was sitting there for an eternity, reveling in the view I had of this colleague of mine whom I thought so badly of just a couple of hours ago. Underneath that workaholic exterior was still a woman who needed tender loving care and concern.
Feeling a bit of grogginess myself from the liquor intake, I did not intend to stay very long with Yumi. “If only events would have turned out like what the waiter had imagined.” I thought wistfully.
“Never shit where you eat.”
This long forgotten tip from an ex-colleague of mine came to me as sudden as an oncoming train. I wonder how much of it is put into practice these days as affairs and one night stands are more apparent amongst Singaporeans lately.
Shaking that thought away and really yearning for my own bed in my room, I shook Yumi slightly and was rewarded with her tired eyes opening and looking up directly at me.
“Yumi, I need to go and rest. Drink the tea when you can ok?” She nodded her acknowledgement as I stood up and proceeded to leave her room.
Back where I belonged, I felt too heady and tired to take a shower. The warm bed was too inviting as I crept in, turned off the lights and tried to fall asleep. Whenever I drank too much, it always felt as if I could hear my own heartbeat and feel my blood rushing to my head with every pump. It was hard to sleep, always.
I replayed my dinner date over and over again. The waiter. The words he said. Yumi laughing. Frankly, if it all ended up in a sexual encounter, even though nothing’s going to come out of it, I am fine with it. I have gone beyond desperate, just short of paying for sexual services.
The ringing of the phone broke the silence. What was it this time? Did I forget something at the restaurant? It wouldn’t have been anyone from the office as they would have called my mobile directly.
I leaned over and picked it up, expecting it to be a call from the hotel staff, thinking of a few snide comments if it was something minor for them to interrupt me trying to get to my dreamland.
“Grimnar-san, hello.” A very sensual female voice came over the other side. It was Yumi. Interesting. Now maybe the night wasn’t going to end after all.
I smiled into the phone and replied, “Yes Yumi? Do you need any help?”
“It’s ok. I just want to say thank you. You are very sweet.” It felt like we were secondary school kids in courtship being so courteous to one another.
Well it was only a simple call to say thanks. What was I expecting? “You are welcome. Now go and have a rest ok? If you need anything just call me.” I was feeling half grumpy from being disturbed and half disappointed from thinking that this is all that is going to happen.
“Grimnar-san?”
“Yes?”
“Tomorrow we try again? I want you to get lucky like the waiter said. Good night.” As soon as she said this, the line went dead and I was left holding on to the handset, taking in the words that she has just said.
Was that spoken in her drunken stupor? Or was it a sign from the gods, yet again?
Laying back down, I could feel my heart working even harder as I tried to absorb this change of events. I was trying to be my analytical self once again. But as usual, whenever it came to affairs of the crotch, analyzing be damned!
It was a bright and sunny Friday when the rays of sunlight peeked at me through the beige colored curtain. I must have fallen into a deep sleep while in my ‘analytic’ mode.
I lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling wondering if what transpired a few hours ago was a figment of my imagination or did it really occur. The memories were slightly hazy though I did have recollections of Yumi’s attractive cleavage.
But if she really mentioned about “tomorrow”, would that mean an end to the curse that has been bestowed upon me?
Turning towards the bedside digital clock, the time showed 7.23am. Trying to will myself away from all the thoughts of events so far, I pulled myself out of bed and headed to the washroom to prepare for the final day of work in Indonesia.
Constantly telling myself to think of home and Han would be the best solution, I thought as I brushed, shaved and turned the shower on, hotter than usual and felt the burn from the water as it flowed down to my toes.
Yumi and I had made an arrangement to meet at the lobby of the hotel for these few days at 8am for a quick breakfast at the coffee house before we caught a cab to bring us to the workplace. She was all prim and proper this morning. Dressed up in a cool grey skirt and complementing it with a matching grey vest and a white long sleeved shirt within. Very typical office wear.
As for me, I was casually wearing a pink polo-T and a light-grey casual pants. I seldom dress up for the office whenever I’m traveling so as to keep my luggage light. Guess women have a different mindset when it comes to looking good.
But look good she was. The first glance I had of her was yet again focused on the slim figure she had. Pardon me if I sound repetitive, she wasn’t a voluptuous slut or a women that reeked of voracious come-fuck-me attitude. She had an alluring charm about her and coupled with the words she had said to me the night before, it would make any grown man go wild with the craziest fantasies. At this juncture, I was pretty sure she had said those words. Right now I was wondering if she had remembered saying it.
Walking up to her and putting a casual smile, I greeted her “ohio”. It seemed a little awkward now that things are just a little different.
“Did you get a good rest? Still got any headache?” Deciding to play it cool for now, I hoped a little small talk would be good to get things going.
“Thank you Grimnar-san. I sleep well last night. Arigato gozaimasu. I poured your tea away since I didn’t drink it.” She smiled meekly as we proceeded into the coffee house for our breakfast.
Oh well, it was the drunken stupor after all. There wasn’t any reference of “luck” or anything and thus I let it pass. I would be making myself up to be more of a fool than a court jester if I had brought up the matter of “tomorrow”.
In any case, my flight back to Ha Noi was in the early morning on Sunday. Time flies right? I made a mental note to partake in a decadent lifestyle when I’m back in Vietnam.
Breakfast was uneventful. We did not talk much except comment on how good the American breakfast was and how bad and sour the orange juice tasted. The only thing worth commenting was that smoking was allowed as compared to the rules-driven Singapore. I lit up and leaned back, blowing smoke rings in the air.
“Grimnar-san” Yumi called out to me while I was lost in my thoughts, “Sorry to wake you up last night when I called you.”
Ahha! She remembered!
“It’s ok. You did not say much too. I think you were too tired.”
“No.” She replied softly. “I really mean it.” I was wondering if she was feeling shy when she said it, or was she bold enough to bring this up. Her cheeks were looking really pinkish with all the blushing. Just like Rukia from the anime series – Bleach.
I was at a loss for word other than saying, “Let’s go.” We left for work, leaving the conversation that could have been much more hanging there.
In the cab, my mind was in a semi-whirl, there was a presentation coming up later and I had to focus but yet at the same time, I was trying my hardest to keep my thoughts and fantasies about Yumi away. I looked out of the window, watching people, buildings and car flying by as I tried so hard to compose myself and to realign my thoughts to work.
Every now and then I would return to a few hours ago, feeling her soft touch on my arm as I walked her back to her room. The beautiful and attractive form of her laying on the bed. The call. And now this.
It was going to be a long time to my flight, I thought to myself, painting fantasies and images of us both making love tonight, tomorrow and all the way up to the point where I would have to leave for the airport.
The day passed by without much ado. I forced concentration on the tasks at hand and breezed through the meetings and the presentation. Able to push the distractive thoughts aside, time passed relatively fast and soon it was almost time to knock off from work, mission Indonesia complete.
Rest getting the better of me, all I wanted in the evening was just a warm and relaxing dip in the bathtub back in the hotel room. My Indonesian colleagues had arranged a get together, much like a farewell party at the pub in the hotel and Yumi and I were invited.
Succumbing to the temptation of having a good nights’ rest, I respectfully declined and actually took a glance at Yumi to see what her decision was. She gladly accepted the invitation and at that exact same time, my hope of a special night went out the wide open door. Leaving the folks to their merry making, I went back to my room and washed up. Mentally exhausted, sleep came soon after.
At around midnight, I was awoken by the silent buzz of my mobile phone. Picking up the call, I could hear silence in the background as I spoke into the receiver, “Hello?”
The soft and sweet voice of Yumi came on, “Mushi-mush, Grimnar-san. Are you sleeping?”
“Not anymore.” I grumbled, slightly irritated from being woken up and yet inquisitive at what Yumi wanted at this hour. “How was the drinking?”
“I’m outside your door now.” She skipped my question but the reply made me get out of bed and opened the door to see what she wanted.
Yumi looked far more intoxicated as compared to yesterday night. Her face and neck were flushed red and her eyes looked glassy. Her vest was hanging on her arm and I could tell she was wearing a red bra underneath her neat white shirt.
“Do you need help? Drink a lot –“ Before I could complete my question, she took a few steps into my room and closed the door behind her. Pushing me gently against the wall, her arms went around me, and we locked lips and kissed.
I could taste liquor from her lips as our tongues started to play the cat and mouse with one another. Her hands moved up and down my back, slowly pushing my T shirt higher until she felt skin. I thoroughly enjoyed the welcome tingling sensation as I felt her fingers feeling every inch of my back.
In return, I caressed her back and nape, giving small gentle pinches to the back of her neck. She has a firm and soft butt and I subconsciously moved my hands to feel them and lingered there longer as compared to the rest of her back.
The kissing continued furiously, both of us not wanted to break the bind we had to one another. I ran my fingers through her shoulder length hair and pushed her face closer to mine, embracing her tightly and reveling in the closeness we shared, my fatigue slowly fading.
No words were exchanged as we kept our lips together and moved our bodies closer to the bed. Somehow during the short trip, I managed to unbutton her shirt and get access to her smooth skinned torso. The bra cups, being the only barricade to her luscious breasts were deftly gotten out of the way with a quick flick to the catches at her back. I cupped her right breast and massaged it as we sat on the bed, still kissing with fervor.
I remembered a Penthouse issue I once read, there was an article that mentioned that women preferred to have their right breasts given more attention that their left. Not sure how the researchers found that out but I would not forget a tip like that.
It felt as though the rooms’ temperature had risen a few degrees as I laid her down on the bed and finally broke the fantastic kiss that we had shared for the past few minutes. We both took a deep breath as the lips left one another reluctantly. I looked lovingly down at her body in the dimly light room and took in the silhouette of it. Watching her chest rise and fall steadily with every breath she took.
Yumi pushed under the elastic bands of my boxers and groped inquisitively within. Finding my manhood, she held on to it warmly and stroked me gently with her thumb. I was already erect and ready to go minutes ago when we had been kissing. I moved myself into a more comfortable position beside her as I felt the warmness engulfing me.
Pushing my hand under the loosened bra cup, I again felt for her nipples and pinched it between my fingers, careful not to overdo it. A slight groan of approval came from her as I kissed her once more gently on the lips and buried my head in her neck, rewarding her warm neck with kisses and small nips.
Her hand movements became more hurried as she started to stroke me more enthusiastically. The sensation was driving me wild and I also began to unzip her skirt, which conveniently had the zipper located at the side of her hips.
Feeling the smooth skin of her tummy as I made my way down to her lower body with my hand, we began another round of kissing. Not wanted to let each other down, the tongues darted in and out of each others’ mouths and tantalized one another constantly.
Finding the bands of her panties, I pressed onwards lower, underneath the bands, feeling the soft mound of pubic hair and finally arriving at her already wet and warm privates.
Her hands were now locked tightly around my neck, holding me close to her as we continued the kiss without any hint of letting it stop. My index finger was gently rubbing a familiar knob within her privates, every now and then feeling her body buck with the touch and receiving soft moans of approval from her.
My heart was pounding furiously, driving blood up to my head, making me high with sexual furor as well as driving blood to my other “head” making me want her even more tonight. I was determined to drive her madly towards an orgasm and her quick pants and fast short breathing indicated that she was well on her way.
The grip around my neck tightened as she mashed our lips hard together me and gave out a long and loud moan of pleasure as she came, pushing her crotch upwards as I pressed my finger down towards her clitoris and massaged it in circular motions.
We broke the kiss as she lay down and took in a deep breath feeling the orgasm fading away. I was still exploring her crevice albeit much more slowly and gently now, feeling the soft throb of her body every now and then as she slowly relaxed. My hand was thoroughly drenched in her fluids as she slowly composed herself.
The silence of the room was broken with me uttering, “Yumi, stay here tonight with me?”
She hugged me tightly, nodding her head in approval as she buried her head into my shoulder.
We held for what would have been an eternity. I was too sexed up from all that had just happened but I could tell she was too spent and dead to continue any further. In any case, she was flying back to Japan tomorrow, a few hours before I had my flight back to Vietnam. There was still time for more as I gently tapped her monotonously, encouraging sleep to overcome her. She needed rest, because it would be my turn when the day came tomorrow.
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Getting out of the washroom, I decided to go nude and give her a warm welcome, not to mention a “standing ovation” when she arrived. I did feel a sense of longing especially waking up alone without Yumi beside me earlier. I had given myself the expectation of making out with her, a long and loving session in the morning, before anything else happened.
But all I could see was an empty space beside me, the only indication that she did lay there was the flowery smell that was so prevalently hers.
Irregardless, I did have an SMS that read, “Grimnar-san, get yourself ready at noon. I will come back and give you the best day!”
Smiling as I saved that message in my Saved Messages, “It isn’t that bad. Don’t they always say – Absence and longing makes the heart grow fonder?” I could open that message in the future and remember Yumi, always.
Time passed by as I sat naked, watching the local news and willing as hard as I could to make time pass. Time was not co-operating. The seconds passed by as if it was being held back by an unknown force, making me feel more restless by the minute.
I switched channels as fast as a bored 7 year old, at the same time, holding my privates to keep them warm from the air conditioning whilst imagining the way she held me just last night.
“If only she would not go off like that. She could have woke me so I could have given her a sending off that would make her stay.” I wished I would have been more aggressive whenever it came to things like that. In all my encounters, I’ve always been semi-passive, waiting for something to happen. But my point of view is, I do not want to seem overtly sex hungry and scare off the women. Not to mention that, personally, satisfying my lady is always priority, not the other way round.
11.50am. The room’s phone rang.
I scrambled across the bed and picked it up. It was time! Spending all the time thinking of Yumi and how I would make her the happiest woman later has gotten me feeling all ready and willing for this rendezvous.
Planning to stay in the room throughout the day and order room service, we would love one another so much it would make any newlyweds ashamed of themselves.
“Grimnar-san! I am coming over.” I heard her giggle like a Japanese schoolgirl. “Are you ready?”
“Yes Yumi, I unlocked the door so just come in when you arrive ok?” Adrenalin shot through my veins, making me hear my own heart beating. Hanging up, I took one last look at the room, wanting everything to be perfect for our lovemaking.
I stood beside the bed, naked and with a raging hard on in expectation of her entry. This would definitely be a welcome she would never forget, not to mention myself as well.
Time slowed down as the door swung open. The events that followed were pretty hazy. I remembered seeing Yumi wearing a halter top one piece dress that was grayish in color. She looked at me, totally in stupefied shock.
Just behind her stood my HR Director, staring at me, at my fading manhood, mouth agape and holding a birthday cake.
My Indonesian colleague, Setiawan, looked as though he was smiling as he captured the scene with his Handycam.
Behind them, I could make out a few more familiar faces, people that I’d worked with over the past few days as I remembered – it was my fucking 31st birthday today!
Two weeks later, I resigned in shame. Yumi stayed on but it was only a matter of time before the rumors and snickers from her fellow colleagues got to her and she left as well. The world that was going so well for me collapsed painfully and I was thrown mercilessly into the job search market, competing with fresh grads who were willing to take half of what I was expecting.
I cleared out in Ha Noi and thanked Han for her services, the dream of making her more than a housemaid vanished into thin air. Moving back with my naggy mother, I began the arduous task of piecing my life back together again.
Damn, I’m not going to get any sex in real life…
