That day I saw a beautiful bride sashaying down with glaring can-can wedding gown, to hold the arm of the handsome bridegroom. And the bride was so overjoyed that she smile nearly exposed her deepest molar. Whoa! She looked like she had found her missing body part that could be attached back! And the crowd cheered and snapped pictures of the King and the Queen of the day.
But when I saw over delighted couple with the joyful crowd, I started to feel some sorts of unknown fear, which slowly creeping up to my spine. The fear that pricked me so hard that sent chills to every vertebra of my spine. My feet felt cold. So cold that they became numb, as if I didn’t touch the ground. Suddenly I felt nauseous. I wanted to throw all the contents of my stomach out.
The images of the nightclub scenes flashed back like an old projector running the slides. Ta-ta-ta. A client slipped his hand into my bra and grabbed my breasts. Ta-ta-ta. A client held my face and kissed my mouth and licked my face. My face smelt like salted fish. Ta-ta-ta. A client slipped his hand behind my pants and fingered my ass. Ta-ta-ta. A client pulled me into the toilet, did the quickie (thank goodness, it last only few minutes), and then paid me RM 500 (very handsome payment from the least handsome man). Ta-ta-ta. A client, also grabbed me to the toilet, did the oral (didn’t last long either), and paid me RM 300. Ta-ta-ta. I gulped down glasses and glasses of alcohol to get drunk so that I could finish all these damn jobs. Ta-ta-ta. Alcohol alone didn’t work anymore. Took some soft subtances to boost the effect of alcohol. I wished all these men to be shot DEAD immediately.
And all the clients above were MARRIED men. And oh, how polite they looked in jacket, suit and ties. No tell-tale signs of any kinds of lechery before the party started. And who said they were only business men? The extreme cultured professionals like lawyers and doctors were also there, equally dog-lecherous. And not to mention, the local politicians. And their wives were so STUPID. They had miniscule idea that their husbands were lecherous towards the other younger, more beautiful women.
Many pig heads, esp. wives still do not believe all that I have said about husbands’ infidelity. You asked for it. Alright, I generously provide the concrete evidences. The 1st picture - Horikawa and I in Roppongi Japanese Lounge, Kuala Lumpur. 2nd picture – Horikawa and I holidaying in Penang. And 3rd, the priceless one, the Horikawa’s family picture – from left to right, Horikawa, Horikawa’s son, Hiro, Horikawa’s wife, Yoko, and Horikawa’s daughter, Masako.
Kozo Horikawa was a Japanese expatriate, working in a factory in Shah Alam. We met each other as client and hostess in Roppongi Lounge, year 1991. He was 41 and I was 21 years old. We cohabited from end of year 1991 to end of 1992, without his wife knowledge, although she had noticed something so twisted about his husband. She was then so twisted with her own suspicions.
When I see a bridal shower, I see BLOOD.
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