I could not recall how I got here in the first place. The bellboy smiled at me when he was hastily passing by. I felt bad because I was not able to even lift the corner of my lips one bit. I tried my old trick. I stood still, turning my head up to the giant chandelier hanging on the ceiling, allowing the gravity to pull my lips to form a smile. It worked. A joker smile. But still, it was a smile nevertheless. The rolling door opened as a woman walked in, followed by the bellboy who effortlessly dragged her seemingly light luggage. I threw the joker smile to the woman who immediately averted her gaze away. Bitch. My head turned to the huge mirror on the wall. I saw a man staring back at me. His pale face looked contrast with the dark circle forming his wide eye-bags, as if someone had punched him in the eyes. Or he looked like he just cried a river. A river that eventually ran dry. I stepped closer towards the mirror and he drew himself closer as well. Emptiness was reflected
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I look up to the ceiling where the van is blowing what I'd consider an oasis in this humid room. Through its rather slow clockwise whirling, I can spot a significant amount of dark stain glued on the blades. It's the dust that has been there for years. The dust that has kept all the secrets of everyone that enters the room. I turn my head to the left side. My eyes lay on the body sleeping by my side. I'm staring at the defined back muscle beautifying his toned body. His bare bum looks smooth for someone with hairy chest. I suspect he waxes. Well with the rate he charges, he should be able to afford a high-maintenance ass. My alarm rings off. I better get dressed and go home. My wife promised to cook my favorite dinner tonight. My Husband's Lover Jakarta, May 2015.
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It's my first day with a new look. Excited , that would be the perfect word to describe how I feel today. I check myself in the mirror one more time. Formal blazers with matched pastels shirt and long skirt covering my socked ankles. I put the Arabic brooch on my head scarf. Beautiful. Now I look like a decent Muslim woman. I walk out of the staff toilet, nearly bump into one of my colleagues, Melissa. "Sorry" she says. "No problem, Mel" I reply. "Andy?" She hesitates. "Yes, it's me" I smile. "Wow you look...different" Melissa looks startled. "I know. I've decided to embrace my faith more firmly" I explain. "Tha.. that's...great" she stutters. "Thank you. See you in the office" I wave and walk away. The news spreads in a flash. I can tell people hastily walk pass my cubicle and shoot a quick glance at me. Within an hour of my arrival in the office, the HR calls me in. "Could