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“Vic, just settle it down and get married,” said a friend to me, that day, last year.

I just got home from a date with my boyfriend.

My girlfriend look at me, concerned, it looked like my boyfriend had just licked me all day. Though we had just gone out for only eating gudeg.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her in wonder.

As like I have no other work except getting married.

“So he doesn’t keep hooking you up,” said my girlfriend.

I almost got choked of laugh, and I also felt pity for my girlfriend, let’s just call her name Pussy, 24. Pussy, Pussy, why is your mind so parochial?

Do you think I’ve just already spent my whole night long by having sex with my baby?

Do you think it’s illicit? So what, do you think marriage make sex become legal?

She thought that marriage can solve everything.

She never awared that marriage could bring a lot of new troubles.

I almost forget the conversation with Pussy, coz it’s been many years ago, till I spent these recent days by discussing with Pussy about the infotainment news, that full of the news of Angel Lelga’s  under-hand marriage with a coal entrepreneur.

They say that this man is found out, already have two wives, one of them is Cucu Cahyati.

Whether important or not these skuter people to talk about (d’ya know what skuter is? Selebriti KUrang TERkenal! a.k Unpopular Celebs! Thanx, Adi!), the problem is the reason Angel married a man who actually has married other women.

We haven’t forgotten that a few years ago Angel once a while married a dangduter, whom I’m so lazy to mention his name, coz I really hate him  (ok, only the initial, please? R.H.O.M.A. Ok, that’s it!).

It happened just a few months, before the man divorced her, because they pissed off the first of his three wives, Ricca Rahim.  (Yes, the third wife! It’s like he’s got enough dicks for hooking up all of his women).

So, this polygamy thing definitely really sucks, this is the most primitive culture that we must erase from the earth, same as like the Amazonians cannibalism hobby.

It sounds that these people love getting married, coz at least they get married more than once.

They must’ve not known that their hobbies bore those men in Bureau of Religion (Indonesian: KUA).

Or maybe making them rich, (the men at the bureau, I mean. Not the marrying people), coz once you get married, the penghulu costs Rp 250.000,00.

They must’ve not known that for just making a wedding once, people have to owe to anybody, even if they get married for two or three.

Said Pussy, who has just a few years ago graduated from a sanlat, “Marriage makes the illicit thing becomes lawful.”

DID SHE MEAN THE ILLICIT THING IS, SEX?

So if the dangduter and the coal boss married Angel to prevent them from sin of hooking Angel up, then what a pathetic thing the fate of marriage is.

Do we forget that the advance consequences of marriage is more than just sex, but there are some kids to raise up, there are two families to collaborate, there is some taxes of house to pay?

That’s definitely more important than just counting the amount of orgasm that you make in a first round!

I’m so glad that I don’t listen to Pussy’s stupid advice to marry my boyfriend who that day asked me out for eating gudeg.

If I married him before I knew him very well enough, then it would be like buying a cat in a sack-bag.

Coz we’ve just been graduated and he hasn’t had enough salary to feed me and my children everyday.

It’s true that he’s good in bed, but if I had to marry him only for legalizing sex, then I’d rather pay my own gudeg.

Speaking about gudeg, there’s a good place for eating gudeg in

Ambon Street

in my city, anybody likes to ask me there, please?

Nacht, 28, a doctor in a community health center, met me in a symposium.

He’s so cute, and I’m sure all mothers will queue for making him a son-in-law.

My mouth was itchy for not asking for his number, and it was difficult for me to help myself.

My instinct for not being aggressive was correct, coz after he introduced himself, I’d just found out that he’s got married and had a kid.

 

But I never wanna loose.

I always still keep in touch with my ex-s, and I still wanna make friends with the guyz that I’ve got crushed on.

So I greeted him in a coffee break and I could get his attention.

At least he pulled a seat on my table at the lunch hour.

As what normal ladies usually feel, it’s pleasant if you can make a handsome man to talk with you. Even I could make him laugh with the funny things that I said.

But right when we were having lunch together, I had just realized that this cute guy wasn’t very precious to reach. I got numb._{The Indonesian: il-feel !}

IF YOU WANNA JUDGE SOMEBODY HONESTLY, YOUR BEST

OPPORTUNITY

IS WHEN HE’S HAVING MEAL.

The truth is, while he is eating, his mouth makes noise.

The truth is, when he laughs, his food is spurted out from his mouth.

I become so numb. I can’t get it why a handsome man can’t behave while he’s eating.

His charm gets smirched. No matter how cute he is, no matter how adorable his smile is. It’s all nothing if he chews like a horse and lunch with him feels like a rain of crumb.

I know a lot of nice guy with bad attitudes. Handsome, but he smokes like a train.

Cute, but he talks so rude. Hot, but he loves seeing boobs. I could understand some.

Anything, but no homo, please.

But I can’t tolerate the cute males who defiles the arena of dining table.

Continued about Nacht. We both are doctors, so I decide to make friend with him.

Not bad for adding the new network of colleagues.

Beside we’ll meet again in another scientific meeting next month.

I’ll need a friend to discuss about how to detect dead fetus.

I hope he won’t do it by spraying his scotel macaroni.

Dear Doc, I’d like to ask some question, please.

Why don’t doctors thank the patients after they examine them?

Is it because of high pride?

But the patient’s already paid and gave the doctor some money, why is it very difficult to thank for the payment?

I read the question in a mailing-list, from an ordinary man, and it makes me have to hold myself so hard, for not laughing.

He’s correct anyway, why don’t doctors thank? They’re already paid, are they?

In a few cases, the doctors don’t even accept money, but there are some incentives such as plecing chicken, tart, perfume, even an invitation for free registration to politic parties. Once I wanna asked my patient the payment by spending a night with Brad Pitt, but I changed my mind coz I didn’t wanna make trouble with my twin sister, Angelina.

Now let’s imagine to this scene.

A patient comes to the clinic, says that he has a headache.

The doctor asks since when the headache starts.

The patient says that he’s got the headache since one year ago, it comes and disappears and he can’t control it.

The doctor tells the patient to lay down, and she examines him.

Then she says that his tension is too high, so she writes the prescription and tells him to stop smoking and starts to have exercise often.

The patient receives the prescription, and he asks how much it costs.

The doctor answers some rupiahs. Then the money moves to another hand.

The patient nods, then he leaves the doctor. End of story.

It’s more appropriate that the patient’s authorized more to thank.

If he’s not examined and given solution by prescription and advice from the doctor, certainly until this minute he’s still trapped in his headache and he can’t sleep well.

So he’s the one who’s supposed to thank, not expecting the gratefulness from the doctor just because he’s already paid the doctor.

I’m not such an ungrateful doctor, but I don’t really understand where I should thank, by referring to the little scene that I’ve written above.

Doctor: “Here’s the prescription. Have all of those pills. Please stop smoking, OK?”

Patient: “Yes, Doc. How much does it cost?”

Doctor: “…” (Beep! Sorry, this one’s censored!)

Patient (give the money): “Thank you very much, Doc. Goodbye.”

Doctor: “Bye, Sir. Good night.”

Well, now, answer me, if a doctor should really thank, then where should we put the thank?

All of breaking news on tv nowadays always report about flood on the capital city.

I love watching the reporter, and grousing, because it’s pity for me to see her speaking on the camera, while her legs are sunk in the flood.

Her face is really unfashionable to watch, coz the rain has wiped her make-up.

Her clothes are ruined, that reminds me that jeans laundry is difficult, besides, how it’ll get drained soon at this rainy season?

I used to wanna be a news presenter.

I love coming to the field, and talking to the camera that the foreign prime minister come to the town for having conference with the local minister, and my face is on tv, being watched by the people from the whole country. It’s gotta be cool.

I’m sure that it’s used to be on the mind of the reporter that I watch on tv right now.

She used to leave with the blesses of the whole of her family in her hometown, with the hope that she’ll have to report the ceremonial visiting on the President’s Palace, not have to swim in the middle of the flood by holding the mic on the camera by being watched by the people from Sabang to Merauke.

The sad thing is, while she’s slippery wet wet coz her jeans are sunk in the water, she’s gotta do teleconference with her senior, the news presenter who sits in an air-conditioned studio, who wears tux and tie. Pathetic.

If I complaint the tv station, why they must have their reporter struggle in the middle of the rain and flood, while her senior enjoys being presenter who’s on air with his tie, I think the producer will reply that the reporter is still junior, so she’s gotta be trained by having field experiences.

It sounds like me now.

I used to go to school of medicine just for having my dream as an hospital director who sits on Ligna seats, but now for a while I must be satisfied about my job as a part-timer in 24-hour clinic, and I have to sit on Citos seats.

EVERYTHING’S GOTTA BEGIN FROM THE BOTTOM.

I hope the flood will raise soon. I hope the rain will stop soon.

It’s pity for the swimming reporters. And poor the ruined jeans.

So sorry for me who still sit on Citos seat.

May God set us free, these suffered cool labors.