....During the conversation I did not ask for the name, the job or the phone, but more funny stories. Until finally he said "You're funny yach too .., not rich guy who laen." "You mean?" I asked them again. "Usually they just chatted for a while and asked if the name kept asking for the phone number." After that we got to know each other. A veiled young woman named Siti Fathiya, commonly called Tia. The conversation continued until he got off at Thamrin and I continued to town.
Two days later I met him again. The honey-covered girl approached me and sat next to me while telling me that her friends were curious because she had a lot of silly stories that day. That morning we became more familiar. Joking suddenly he said: "You must like maen girl yach, because you are good at chatting, there must be a lot of girls in this bus that you pacarin." I swear I was shocked to hear him.
I mean I make a date with him he already know. Finally because I already bear to tell him if I already have a wife and have children. Ech apparently he used to wrote, it's me who so surprised because it turns out he was not a virgin anymore because ever MBA graduation time first. Now he's divorced. Wuichhh, I do not think so if doi is a young widow. Next is predictable. The chat is lighter in its direction. I also began to provoke chat in the direction of sex lead. Familiarity and openness to sex are in sight.
Until one afternoon after two months of introductions, we arranged to go home together. That day she wore a pink hijab with a hem and a long skirt. Our sitting position is familiar and attached. Even Tia did not hesitate to pinch me every time she stifled a laugh or could not stand me teasing.