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My ex punked me again.

I came to his place where he was taking a break from his work, and I found out that he was having lunch from a box that he had brought from home.

I came to him to flirt with him a while, then I tasted a spoon of his lunch, rice plus meat.

“Great,” I said. “How did you cook the chicken?”

He replied me lightly, “That’s pork.”

Certainly I stood up from my seat and yelled in shock.

“I don’t eat pork! How could you give me one?!”

I gazed at him so hard and held my mouth tight that still full of the food that I was chewing. What was I supposed to do with it? Should I swallow it? Isn’t it a sin?

Should I vomit? Geez, that’s my baby had given it!

And what was I supposed to do with him? Should I thank him coz he let me taste his lunch?

Or should I punch him coz he’d given me my prohibited food?

It means this is the third time I got deceived.

I’m prohibited eating pork, and it’s been twice I’m accidentally hit.

In a buffe dining in a Chinese restaurant on Sydney, I took all of the fleshes that I was interested in, then I brought them to the chef.

After it was all done and I ate them, a friend whispered to me that actually what I’d taken was the crisply baked of pork, which bowl was exact next to the bowl of the chicken crisps.

I swore that those crisps were exactly looked same!

I wanna claim the restaurant coz it dished all the menu panels in Chinese characters, but I was afraid, that the owner of the place didn’t speak English.

In Kuta Bali, I stop at a little store to buy bapau.

I tasted one, and coz it was delicious, I bought four to eat alone in my hotel.

Then I got addicted, so the next day, I returned to the store to buy a few more.

I said cheerfully to the waitress, “The bapau is so great, Ma’am. Is it beef inside or chicken?”

The waitress said in a great Balinese accent, “It’s pork, Ma’am.”

And now I ate another pork, not from a Chinese chef who didn’t speak English, not from a Balinese vendor who used to have pork in barbecue, but now it’s from my ex!

I SWEAR THAT THIS IS AN ACCIDENT.

And I almost vomit the food until my ex said, “I’m just kidding you. That’s beef gepuk!

Geez, how could you be so scared?”

My ex’s belief doesn’t prohibit him to eat pork, so I think he doesn’t really get the essential of pork-prohibition for my belief.

But he always understands the difference between us, so I believe that he always avoids me from any food that I don’t eat.

It’s not his fault. That’s my problem.

I shoulda could differ the pork from the beef or even from the chicken.

The problem is, I never really eat pork, so I never know what it’s like!

I need someone to teach me that.

“I’ve dated a trumpet player, a teenage boy, a comic illustrator, an economic expert, a tenor singer, and even a doctor. But I never date a butcher. I think I need to have one.”

1997. The shitty year in my life, I remember boybands were breeding like fungus in rain.

One of them was Code Red,  some cute boys who actually couldn’t sing, but every girls liked them, coz they were handsome and etc.

(I found out then, actually two of them were gay. Damn, why cute guy is always gay?!)

I think, their best song to sing was just This is Our Song. Otherwise, none.

OK, so Code Red wanna be more popular in this imitator land, and they made a song named We Can Make It

.

“We can make it if we try, if we believe in you and I, we can..”

Allright, that’s it, coz I already forgot.

They, yes, those homos named Code Red, asked a domestic singer for featuring or something like that.

I thought they were gonna make an audition for the local artists, coz you’d gotta get that this is for duet with a foreign artist who’s been hitting the whole Europe, so please don’t make scene. And guess what who finally hit the duet with Code Red?

Yupz, that’s Alda. Huh? Who da hell is that?

All girls yelled to that girl named Alda. Who da hell is Alda?

It’s not a popular name, how could Code Red pick her up, who’s still a little chick and never joined any festival?

It was like no other name, why didn’t they just use Kris Dayanti instead, or maybe AB Three so they’d rock, or whoever, please not any other one-hit-number who just leant on an innocent face and couldn’t even sing.

And why did Code Red wanna duet with any local artist?

Imagining that they sing along by playing huggy on the stage could make all the girls sick due to jealousy. So that’s why that time there was born a new sign of jealousy.

And the sign of jealousy named Alda.

Code Red split up a few years later, coz the season of boyband has extincted and cute homos shouldn’t sing if they can’t even sing.

Alda has been more popular since her duet with Code Red, but her popularity was up and down, sink and come over; coz her hit couldn’t be called a hit, I’d rather call it standard a.k “biasa-biasa aja”, though the title was Aku Tak Biasa.

She often used wrong make up coz her make up artist very often rubbed the wrong lipstick, that made her thick lips got thicker.

And I’m sorry, I think her body was a little overweight, not really hot, if she intended her image to be a sexy singer.

The last time I watched tv, she just played a tv-serial with a wimp named Atalarik Syach.

And Alda died two years ago, after the police got her overdosis with 25 vulnus of needles at her body.

The press said she’s been burdened her body with amphetamine, and her corpse landed on the Corpse Unit of Cipto Mangunkusumo Hospital, where my colleagues usually did autopsy to the corpses.

I’m sorry to imagine a pretty star has to end her fate on the knife in the hand of an intern who hasn’t even passed.

If only at 1997, we’ve already known that Alda’s life gonna end like this, are still the girls on my age (and me, too, maybe) being cynical on Alda? Why should we be jealous?

Is that coz she sang with a foreign artist? Is that coz she was on tv?

Or actually is that coz she was just an ordinary girl like us?

Once I was asked, why I always scorn polygamy though my belief teaches it.

My answer that moment was alluding enough: “If you had two wives, and once upon a time you were having sex with one of them, and in the middle of orgasm, how could you swear that you wouldn’t miscall her name with your another wife’s name?”

Polygamy isn’t the matter of sex. It’s about feeling.

It demands the husbands to be fair to his wives.

Fair, is not just dividing three oranges that same big to the three wives, but also confirming that each of those wives get the orange that same sour, same preserved, same sweet. And could those husbands do that? It’s absolutely crap!

And I’m sick of watching my municipality doing polygamy in the name of religion.

Coz what I remember:

MY RELIGION NEVER TEACHES THE HUSBANDS TO HURT THEIR WIVES’ HEARTS BY MARRYING OTHER WOMAN.

Polygamy is made due to emergency, as the wife can’t have sex anymore coz she’s got malfunction in her reproduction system or because she’s dead, so the husband may remarry to do his humanistic function as the creature which need to breed.

Not because the husband can’t survive the lust to see another lady whose smile is more stunning, whose veil is more fashionable, whose walking is more gorgeous, or even because whose speaking is more clever.

Whatta hell with polygamy.

I don’t care about godlessness image that some hypocrites have thrown to the ladies like me who refuse to be betrayed.

Lord blesses all women who cry as their husbands marry other women.

Men, are you standing for polygamy? Stay out of my site.

Please!