Young attractive girls are usually considered as the third party who break a family, or make the husband abandon his wife and children. Why are there only few people who see this as the man's fault as well? Cause these men are not the victim. They can make a choice. Be faithful or unfaithful. He was 46 year-old, quite decent, friendly and tall. Part of his hair was grey and when he laughed we could see that his teeth were not complete anymore. But most of all, he was my client's partner, and this is how I knew him. It was when I called him to offer him my company's product, that he invited me to a dinner to discuss furthermore. He said, he doesn't need my product, but he could introduce me to his colleagues who work in those big companies that might need my product. So, I agreed to meet.Our first meeting was in a seafood restaurant in Center Jakarta. It was my first time to see him alone, without my boss or my client. Everything went smoothly, he talked about his work, business, networking, etc. I just listened, listened, and listened. He's good at talking."So, how will you help me to get new clients?" I asked."Well, that's easy. But first, what will you give me as the compensation?"Ups! I was not ready to talk about the compensation yet. At least I should discuss this with my boss first before saying anything in front of him. However, I was also surprised. He said he want to help to introduce me to his colleagues, and now he ask something from me? He's really a businessman. Nothing is free.We left the restaurant around 9 pm, coz I had to go back to my office to get some paper done. I was going to get a taxi, but he insisted to give me a lift. I didn't want to disappoint him, so I accepted his offer.
We walked to the parking lot, then he stopped in front of this silver luxurious car. It was so nice that I could not step into the car when he opened the door for me.
"What are you doing there? Come in." He shouted from the car.
I stepped in slowly. Suddenly something was moving near my left ear. I jumped.
"Relax. It's the seat-belt. It moves automatically. Buckle up please."
Wow. Automatic seat-belt.
"What car is it?"
"It's Mercedez Benz."
I didn't dare to ask more. I would look so stupid (in Bahasa Indonesia: Norak or Kampungan). As he drove the car, I tried to enjoy my presence there. I knew, it was my FIRST and (perhaps) my LAST CHANCE in my life to sit in that particular car. Wow, I'm sitting in a Mercedez Benz, and it has only two doors. (Later on I found out that it was Mercedez Benz CL class, coupe). My friends wouldn't believe it. And this guy... he must be very rich.
Few days later, I called him again to discuss what is the compensation he wish for and what clients could we get from him.
"I can't talk to you now. Can we meet at Hard Rock Cafe around 6 pm? I'll wait for you there." He said on the phone.
Hard Rock Cafe? 6 pm? I only had 30 minutes to get there. Shit! How can I get there in 30 minutes? The traffic jam was so horrible. However, I finally managed to get there in 20 minutes. I took Ojek (motorcycle). Yes, Ojek is the answer for many people living in Jakarta. When you are in a rush, Ojek is the best choice. It's quite fast, flexible and affordable. I think it's time for the government to see Ojek as important as other public transportation, just like Taxi or Bus. Maybe they can build a proper shelter for these Ojek and build a company to organize and maximize the service. Well, just an idea...
Back to the story. I got there just in time. He was waiting downstairs, at the music store. Yeah, his office was located in Tebet. He, of course, could easily reach Sarinah through Rasuna Said in 15 minutes.
Then, he surprised me. He was wearing Batik shirt. Oh my God. Batik? What would other people think when they look at us? An old man in Batik shirt is walking with this young girl in shirt and jeans, in a mall! What a nice couple...
"Why you wear Batik?"
"It's Friday. I had a meeting with important people this afternoon, so I had to wear Batik."
And why he chose to meet me here? Not in his office or my office? I felt so uneasy. I really hoped no one would recognize me. And I wish I could turn around and go home. But it wouldn't be wise. So, I walked beside him, pretended everything is alright, showed my best smile and went to the restaurant upstairs (anyway, now Hard Rock Cafe has moved to EX Plaza).
We ordered some food and started to chat. He didn't talk much about his work and business this time. He talked about his secret ex-lover instead!
"She was the secretary of my friend. Pretty and attractive. I knew her boyfriend too. When they got married, I even came to congratulate them. The husband looked so happy when he saw me. He didn't know that I slept with his wife." He laughed.
I laughed with him. But my heart wondered... What the hell are you doing?
"But you have wife and two daughters. Why you need a girlfriend?"
"That's not a problem. As long as we like each other. I also ever had a chinese girlfriend."
Ok... so what?? Are you flirting with me?
"Your wife never found out?" I asked.
"Of course not. I did it carefully. I always arranged the dates at North Jakarta, so nobody will recognize me. All my family and friends live at South Jakarta." He revealed his tactic.
We didn't stay too long after dinner. He had to go back home early as he had an appointment to play golf in the next morning.
"I will introduce you to my friend later. He's the director of one of the biggest pharmacy company in Indonesia." He promised me.
This time he drove me home with his other Mercy. The colour is green and the design is (for me) ugly. It had special space for dogs inside the car. It's behind part was open, looked like half sedan and half truck. At one intersection, the driver next to our car was looking at us. I tried to ignore him. Damn! Why the window is so transparent?
He missed the turn to my home. I knew he did it purposely. And it was raining.
"The weather is so nice. Do you like to go to Ancol to see the beach now?" He asked.
What?! Ancol is very well-known for couples to have romance nearby the beach or to have sex in the car. I knew that exactly, coz I've been there with my boyfriend to have sex in our car.
"Isn't it too late to go to the beach? It's almost 9 pm." I rejected smoothly.
It was obvoius to me in that very moment, that he wanted to take advantage from me. I needed his help to get the name and contact numbers of those directors, and he wanted me to fuck him as compensation? Hoho... over my dead body man... So not worth it!
We kept in silent for almost 20 minutes. He tried to make another conversation. But as he was talking, his left hand landed on my right knee. I held his hand and put it back to where it belongs, on the gear. He got my point this time. No funny-funny things with me. No fucking. No flirting.
As we all can easily guess, he avoided me on the next day. I tried to call him up, but he didn't answer. Once he picked up the phone and said:
"I'm very busy now. Call me later ok?"
But he never answer my calls again. So predictable.
I don't hate him nor angry to him. I think it was a good experience. A test for my dignity. How much is my price? And I passed very well...
Sometimes I ever wandered, what if I were a materialistic and ambitious girl? I would have slept with him to get those clients. I would become his next secret lover. And maybe I would have a Mercy by now...
But once again, it was a temptation for ME. Not for him.
I never met him again ever since. But I still keep his business card.
A.W. President Director.