"It Must Have Been Love" or "All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You"

[kentot]

thanx for the support bro putin and bro eeemen. sorry to keep bros and sis waiting. work had been rather crazy lately. for those eagerly awaiting the continuation, hope u enjoy the read ....

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I sent an sms to A during breakfast the next day.

K message: Good morning A. How are you today?

There wasn’t a reply from A; even after I finished breakfast; even when I was making my way to my first meeting. Trepidation was beginning to creep in. Guess whatever happened yesterday, even up to the messages exchanged, was just that.

I tried psyching myself to get over it.

Reminded myself that I was just one of her many clients that she had to go about fulfilling her duties.

It was just that. It’s over. Get over it. I gambled – and lost.

I forced myself to refocus on my aim there. It’s for work - not a holiday. And certainly not to try and get laid.

I steeled my resolve, remove the emotional turmoil and went about my normal meetings with the partners at their office, over lunch etc., trying hard to put the episode behind me. It was almost 4pm, on the way to my last meeting, when I absentmindedly pulled out my other phone with the Indonesian SIM card from my bag and noticed that I had 1 unopened message shown on the screen.

It was from A! Sent at about 2pm.

Inadvertently, my heart skipped a beat.

[kentot]

A message: Sorry, was sleeping just now. Very tired. What you doing now?

I quickly typed into my phone.

K message: On my way to a meeting. You slept the whole morning? What time you starting work today?

A message: No work. Today is my off day.

Yes! That means she will be free to go out later.

K message: Oh ok. You eaten your lunch already?

A message: Not yet. Maybe later.

K message: Ok. Then how about dinner? Would you like to have dinner together?

A message: Not sure. My friend is asking me out

My heart sank a little.

K message: Then ask your friend along to join us for dinner

A message: Not dinner. She asking to go clubbing because today is Wednesday. Ladies night so free entry

K message: Oh, you like to go clubbing?

A message: Once in a while. Can make me forget my problems

Hmmm... clubbing? That’s a little off from my plans of having a quiet dinner together to get to know her better. I mean, how are you supposed to hold a decent conversation over the loud, thumping, banging music? But hey, then again, I am not here to find a wife.

K message: Would you mind if I join you and your friends go clubbing tonight?

Then, as before, A suddenly went silent. There wasn't a reply from her since that last message of mine. Not even after I finished my meeting and was heading back to my hotel.

It was almost 7pm.

I was getting restless.

Was I coming on too strong? Which then frightened her off?

If I was, then its best that I should just wait. Wait for her to reply. If she does reply in the first place. But what if she doesn't?

Shit! A million thoughts played in my mind.
Shit! Why am I getting so gan-cheong?
Shit! What's happening to me?
Shit! It's just another girl. It's not a life and death situation.
Shit! Shit! SHIT!!! What the heck is happening to me and why am I feeling like this?

I tried to get hold of myself. Cleared my mind. I just need to stay calm and just wait for her to reply my sms right? If she doesn't, it just means she is not interested with me at all in the first place. And what's the old adage of woman not liking a man to come on too strong and pushy onto her?

Well, I guess in such instances the brain just does not want to follow the norm. Against my better judgement, I picked up my phone.

And started typing a message to A...

[Dino1]

Great story TS, supoort support.

[kentot]

thanks for ur support bro Dino1

[kentot]

K message: You are quiet. I am sorry if I said something wrong

With that message, I tossed my phone on the bedside table and tried to shift my mind and focus on the programme showing on TV currently. But my innards betrayed me, as every 15 mins, I reached for the phone. And every time, the same screen greeted me - there still wasn’t a reply from A. From being restless, my heart began to slowly resign to fate.

Face it, I told myself. Nothing happened. Nothing’s gonna happen.

I glanced at my watch - it was already 8.30pm. And then something struck me.

In all the anxiety, I had forgotten to have my dinner! No wonder my stomach was rumbling.

I quickly rushed to put on a t-shirt, slid into my jeans, jumped into my sneakers and bolted out of the hotel door. I knew I had to rush as the shops and restaurants at the mall next door close rather early, sometimes at 9pm. I grabbed some takeaway food from one of the fast food restaurants that was selling Indonesian food. While walking back, I noticed some roadside stalls opposite the hotel. Instinctively, I was reminded of a popular ‘dessert-like” food that my ex-colleague from my previous job brought me to buy and try when I was in Jakarta 3 years back : Martabak Manis!

It’s somewhat similar to the peanut pancakes sold here. The difference being the dough is thicker but softer and more luscious, and the topping. Oh god, the toppings will make the sugar-level readings, of those with diabetes, shoot through the roof. Because while you can actually choose what kind of toppings you would like, I asked for the ultimate – everything! First they will sprinkle sugar; loads of it. Followed by a few big handfuls of chocolate rice. Then chopped peanuts are sprinkled to cover the whole base. Next, two small openings are made into a tin of condensed milk, which is then, I could have sworn, the peddler just lets the milk drizzle all over the already sugar-laden pancake till the whole tin is emptied. I doubt it is but for the longest of time he just holds that milk tin, it sure looks like it. Finally, blocks of cheese are shredded over the concoction before being folded into two and cut into bite size pieces. And... hey presto! One box of mouth watering, sweetness infested, diabetes inducing Martabak Manis for your savoury delight (refer to pix below on how it looks like).





Even though the stalls were setup along a dark and rather dangerously looking alley, I decided to still cross over and treat myself to that sinful delicacy. Sort of a comfort food seeing how I’d be holed up in that hotel room by myself again tonight.

“Martabak Manis spesial satu mas” I ordered.

As I awaited my order to be ready, my eyes were glancing around for any suspicious characters. While Jakarta is relatively safe, no harm to still be on your toes a little. I paid the 35K Rupiah for my order and with my prize in tow, crossed the busy road to make my way back to N hotel.

Once I entered my room and laid the food on the table, the first thing I reached for was my phone. Still no messages. It was already close to 10pm.

Let’s dig in and enjoy the spoils, I comforted myself

Once dinner was done and I was licking off the last bits of chocolate rice that had melted into a syrupy-like texture off my fingers, I slumped into bed and pulled up the comforter over my shoulder. My eyes were beginning to get heavy from all the emotional chaos and physical exhaustions of the morning meeting and dinner rush. Just when I thought I had fallen asleep, I felt like I heard something. Some sort of buzzing sound. Can’t put my finger to it but I could have sworn it sounded familiar.

There it is again. That buzzing sound.

Wait a minute!

I jumped out from under the comforters. My hand snapped the phone from the bedside table.

It’s my phone. And it’s vibrating. And A’s name is flickering on the screen.

She’s calling me!

[kentot]

K: Hello

A: Hey, what are you doing?

What am I doing? Bloody hell! You never reply to my messages; kept me waiting in suspense and anticipation for half the day; almost driving me crazy not knowing what’s happening. And now you have the cheek to simply ask me what I am doing at this point in time? I have a good mind to give you a piece of my fucking mind if you ask me. So with all those thoughts, I gave it to her and replied...

K: Nothing. Just lying around watching TV (I lied - the body was willing but the flesh was weak )

A: I’m going clubbing. You want to follow?

The bedside clock had the hour hand halfway between 11 and 12, and the minute hand at 6. Holy shit! I still have a 9am meeting tomorrow. I can’t possibly go right?

K: Where? What time?

A: Going C* (I am sure samsters who are active with Jakarta clubbing scene will know the place )

K: Oh, that’s in Hotel M right?

A: Hey, you know the place? Been there before?

K: Nope. Just read about it

Guess my time spent researching in Sammyboy to understand the FL and sex scene in Jakarta paid off. I am also aware that there are loads of FLs in the club she suggested going to. My mind wondered aloud if A is doing FL as a sideline, hence her suggestion to go C*.

K: What time you going?

A: I am leaving already, waiting for a cab. You go get ready. Will call you when the cab is reaching Hotel N

K: Ok. Bye.

A: Bye.

When the call ended, I was a little flabbergasted. Here I was, waiting for a reply from A to my messages that never came, making me all anxious and given up hope. And now suddenly, out of the blue, not only did she, for the first time called me, but is asking me out clubbing at a time when I'm supposed to already be sleeping. By the time I got ready, it was close to 11.50pm. While making my way down, I was beginning to have second thoughts about what am I getting myself into. I am here for business purposes after all, so I should be sleeping and getting adequate rest for my meeting tomorrow morning.

Yet at the same time, my body was somehow feeling fresh and my previously dreary eyes are wide awake. Maybe it’s the anticipation. That full of energy feeling when you are going out for your first date with the gal you have been chasing all along.

Once I stepped out of the hotel lobby doors, my eyes started panning left and right looking out if the cab A took has arrived. That’s when I realised, in my rush, I forgot my glasses! With my short-sightedness condition, I can still make out people and cars a distance from me, though it was a tad blurry. Just as I was about to make my way back up to my room to get my spectacles, I felt my phone vibrating and realised that A was calling.

A: Hey, why are you waiting and standing there still? Come into the cab now

K: Huh? Which cab?

I squinted my eyes, trying to identify which cab she was referring to as there were 3-4 cabs lining up outside the hotel.

A: Here, in front of you

I started to move a few steps forward, staring hard at the line of stationary cabs directly in front of me to see if A was inside, silently cursing myself for forgetting my glasses.

It was then that I heard a shout coming from my right side.

“Yuhuuu.... hey! Here! Here!”

Instinctively, I stopped and stared hard to my right hand side. There was a cab there. With my blur sight, from the rear window, diagonally across the driver’s seat, my eyes make out what I thought was a lady in a light coloured top with almost half her body out of the window, waving frantically at me.

Eh, I thought to myself. That’s not A. Maybe she has mistaken me for someone else. Just as my head was about to turn back to check the parked taxis, another head popped out of the opposite window, followed by a hand, also waving at me.

“Hey K, here, here.” It was A.

I hastened my steps towards the taxi which A was sitting.

A: Go in from the other side

Dutifully, I went around and when I opened the door, I realised there was another figure on this side as well. It was the lady in the light coloured top that waved to me earlier.

“Sit in the front” both of them instructed me in unison.

“Opsss... sorry” I apologised before opening the front passenger door and plunked myself in the seat.

As the driver sped off, I turned behind and apologised to A if she had to wait long for me.

A: It’s ok. We didn’t wait long. By the way, introduce my friend to you. Hey C, this is Kentot

K: Hi C, nice to meet you (I extended my hand to C). My name is Kentot

C: Nice to know you too Kentot (as she accepted my handshake)

K: Are both of you sisters?

C: Huh? No. we are close friends.

A: Why? Do we look alike?

K: Yeah, cause both of you are very pretty

Both girls flew into loud giggles and starting chattering away in their native dialect which I couldn’t understand. I just smiled at both of them and turned back to face the road as the driver sped through the smooth, jam less traffic, afforded only in the night time in Jakarta; my mind already drifting and wondering if this was going to be an extra long night...

[kentot]

After about a 20-minute journey, the taxi pulled up at the driveway of Hotel M. With the doorman opening the rear passenger taxi door, both A and C promptly stepped out of the cab, leaving me to settle the fare with the driver. I was half thinking of claiming the taxi fare as part of entertainment expense but thought the better of it as I didn’t want to raise too much questions too soon from Finance, and even possibly my own boss. Anyway, this was my personal expense and not company related. It was at that same time too that I managed to see C much more better under the bright hotel lobby lights.

C looked like she was in her very late 20s or early 30s. Wearing a beige, short-sleeved dress with a slightly flair skirt that ended in between her knees and waist, C was definitely much more fairer than A, though she is slightly meatier but not plump though. Her hair was straight and tied up at the back. A was wearing a tight black, leather-like mini skirt with matching black blouse. I found myself getting more turned on by C’s fair skin and voluptuous figure. Damn, that’s not good, I thought to myself. What will A think of me if I start hitting on her friend C instead?

Ignoring my evil notion, I soon joined the two waiting ladies at the lobby and we proceeded to climb up the grand stairs to the 2nd floor where club C* was. As it was ladies night, both A and C lingered near the entrance while waiting for me to settle my cover charge.

“How much is the cover charge?” I enquired to the staff behind the counter. Not wanting to leave any paper trails, I took out my wallet and started counting out the 130K Rupiah damage to enter the club.

“Hey A!” Impulsively I turned my head to see A chatting animatedly with another lady, who looked like she was in her mid 30s, sexily dressed in a red mini dress and low halter top; showing off both her ample cleavage and tanned, shapely legs. Shit! How come I am suddenly being ‘tested’ by all these other girls who seemed to be sexier and prettier than A?

I leisurely walked back to A, who was still chatting away with the lady in the red dress, while C seemed to just hang close by, once I duly paid up my cover charge. Seems that C doesn’t know the lady in the red dress.

A: Hey Kentot, let me introduce you to my cousin J.

K: Hi, nice to meet you

J: Nice to meet you too

I let J continue chatting with A after our handshake, and took the opportunity to talk to C.

K: So where do you stay?

C: Oh, I am staying in the same area as A. A’s house if just 4 houses away from mine.

As we chit chat further, C began to smile and laugh more as we got comfortable with each other. Suddenly, C grabbed my arm and hooked it with her left hand while using her other hand to hold my right hand.

C: Hey, let’s go in first can? I want to dance

K: Errr...

I was too stunned to immediately reply to C’s question. The soft skin of her hands around my arm was causing me to have a slight hard on

[cocacola2012]

A tarma experience I guess . Hahaaaa