The film is quite good but I can’t help but think of bugil during it. I noticed that he was alone when we saw him and I don’t know what that means. Does it mean he was on his way to meet someone, had just met someone, or is really as lonely as he says he is? Hmmmmm … I just don’t know.
Anyway, we have a nice evening and then we go home. When we get to the front of the mall Ari and Wanda say they will go home by taxi while I decide to take the bus. As they start to walk away Ari looks back at me and smiles and raises his eyebrows. I know he is asking me what I think of Wanda, so I smile and give him thumbs up, and then he smiles again too.
He is a funny boy.
Finally I get home, tired but happy, although just a little bit confused. Ah, bugil, bugil, what are you doing to me? I ask as I drift away.
I woke up early with bugil still in my thoughts but I didn’t care. I just wanted to have a nice day with no stress. It was Friday so casual day in my office. This meant I didn’t have to wear formal clothes and could wear relaxed clothes like a polo shirt or jeans, but not sandals. I was still not allowed to wear sandals on any day of the week.
I chose to wear my denim skirt and blue polo shirt and I got to work early. I should be in my office at 8 am but today I got there at 7.45, and can you guess what? Selvey was already there! I was very surprised to see her so early, and even more surprised when I saw what she was wearing. She was wearing a tight sweater and a short black skirt. It was also very tight. I thought her clothes were very nice, but they were very sexy; you could see the shape of her body very clearly, and you could even see the lines of her bra and panties through her clothes (but just a bit).
I was confused why she wanted to wear clothes like this to the office, but I did think she looked nice. I told her this, and she smiled and thanked me. She also told me she was going to a party in her husband’s office later and she wanted to look nice for it. Ah, now I understood, but I still couldn’t help looking at her a bit during the morning and I wondered if she knew we could see her underwear.
I started my work and switched on my computer. As usual there was not much for me to do, so I checked my email. There was nothing from bugil, but I did have a message from someone called G.Reeve and the title was ‘Hi SariGal’. I was a bit confused at first because I didn’t think I knew a G.Reeve, but I clicked it open and read.
It read:
Hi SariGal, I just wanted to say I enjoyed reading your poem the other day and to say thanks for your comment to me. How is Jakarta there? I have never been to Jakarta, but I visited Bali for a few weeks some years ago. Since then I’ve always been interested in Indonesia, and I would like to come back one day. I live here in Orlando, in Canada. Anyway, I hope you have a great day there. Take care. Gary.
I didn’t understand at first. Who was this? How did he know my name and where I lived? Why was he writing to me? What ‘comment’ was he thanking me for? I was confused and so I tied to think hard. Then it slowly came to me. Maybe this was the person who left a message on my blog but didn’t have his own blog for me to reply on? Yes, that must have been it. He said that his name was GarOrl. Ah, I deduced, maybe that means Gary from Orlando.
Oh, now I knew. That’s nice. I was glad he had written to me again. I hoped he was a nice man, though, not like Charlie. After all, most bules are nice, aren’t they?
I wrote him an email and I told him I was glad to know him. I wrote a little about myself and what I did here in Jakarta, and I said that I hoped he was well and happy. I also said I was surprised he could understand my poem as I had written it in Indonesian. Then I pressed ‘send’ and got on with some work.
As the day went on, more things happened. Charlie sent me two texts and called me twice. I didn’t know what the texts said or what he wanted to talk about, because I deleted the texts without reading them and didn’t answer his calls. Then Ari called me and we talked about last night. He asked me if I was ok after seeing Charlie, and I said it’s no problem and I told him about my new friend, Gary. Ari laughed at me.
Huh! The naughty boy!
Then we talked about Wanda and I told him that I thought she was very nice and I liked her. I told him that actually I thought she was too good for him and she should find a better boyfriend. Then he laughed and he said I was the naughty one, not him.
Also, something else happened. Selvey started acting even more strangely. You know, she had been a bit weird for a few days now. She had been very nice to me (I know that makes me sound jahat, cruel, but it’s true, right?), she had started wearing sexy clothes in the office, and now I could hear her talking a lot on her handphone and in English. Selvey never liked to talk in English
