Mom can't get pregnant.
Dad cheated.
Mom was lonely and craved satisfaction.
Everything started to connect, and now I was getting some answers. There was only one question left hanging in my mind.
Would Dad get married again without divorcing Mom?
It had been a month and a half since I brought Mom to the city. We lived in peace and happiness. Every time she desired my body, I gladly gave it to her.
Eve was still my girlfriend, but we no longer had sex. Eve didn't ask for it or do anything to make me want to touch her again.
One day, I started noticing something. Lately, my girlfriend rarely attended class. What was she doing out there? Even though I didn't have strong feelings for her, Eve was still my girlfriend, and I was a bit worried about her.
One day I skipped class to check on Eve at her house, but I only found a maid there.
Not giving up, I called her phone, but it was off. I contacted some of her close friends, but they didn't know anything about her either.
Where could she be?
Suddenly, the memory of that afternoon in the hotel with Eve flashed in my mind. There was something I hadn't realized back then.
Yeah...
We made love without protection, and I got carried away with the pleasure and released everything into Eve's vagina.
Could it be that she'd been skipping class because she was experiencing pregnancy symptoms? I felt so curious and guilty at the same time. If she really was pregnant, would I have to marry her?
And what about Mom? Asking myself those questions led to no answers, only a headache.
At that moment, the only thing on my mind was to find Eve and hear her answer directly.
I got into my car and drove through the streets. Maybe she was out riding her bike or jogging.
My eyes focused on the faces of thousands of people I passed, but none of them looked like Eve.
I was so panicked that I spent the whole day combing the streets. Tired and hungry, I needed food.
I finally stopped at a hangout spot. I ordered a bottle of drink and enjoyed the hysteric rhythm of the music. Before I knew it, I had finished several bottles.
Then I saw a shadow of a woman approaching me, my head resting limply on the bar table. She was wearing a gray hoodie. Her face looked so familiar.
"What are you doing here all alone...?" she asked, half-shouting.
It sounded like Eve's voice. My vision was blurry. My body felt like it was floating, unwilling to obey me. She helped me walk slowly to my car, which was parked quite far from the place.
"Eve... you're... ugh... not pregnant, right..? ughhh..."
I mumbled half-conscious, burping constantly as I spoke to the woman. She didn't answer, just started my car and drove me off to who knows where. I fell asleep during the trip.
~ ~ ~
"Where am I?"
"I hear voices of women and children..."
"What happened last night?"
The unfamiliar place I saw when I opened my eyes immediately made me get up, though I was still weak.
" Jaxon, you're awake?"
I finally remembered, I was drunk last night and was brought home by a woman. It turned out to be Veronica.
"How did you know I was hanging out there?" I asked as I got up while Veronica brought me a plate of food and a glass of water.
"Your license plate, the one you always bring to campus. Before that, I'm sorry, ... for daring to bring you here without asking..." she said gently, placing the food on the small table beside me.
"It's okay. I should be the one thanking you..." I replied.
Veronica, whom I've always known as modest and always wearing a hijab, looked so bold last night wearing a hoodie in a place that a woman like her shouldn't go. Especially blending into a crowd of hundreds partying under flashing disco lights.
"Do you hang out there often?" I asked curiously.
"No, . Last night was the first time I dared to go in there..." she replied shyly.
"Oh... what a coincidence," I said, smiling.
I paused for a moment after hearing her answer. So many coincidences had happened between me and Veronica, from meeting in the public transport to now. People say this is called fate. But I didn't believe in it—so far, I felt nothing for her.
"Last night... I did it on purpose, . It wasn't a coincidence."
She admitted that, lowering her head and smiling bashfully in front of me. Her cheeks turned red, and her dimples showed.
"Hmmh... next time, don't worry about me. I don't like troubling people. Thanks for helping," I said flatly and stood up to grab my car keys.
I left Veronica's place just like that, intentionally surprising her with my words. I didn't want to involve someone I barely knew in my personal problems.
On my way home, I saw someone walking with his back facing my car, carrying a medium-sized backpack. At a glance, his figure looked familiar.
And yes, from behind, the guy looked just like Kevin, my classmate—the one I beat up yesterday.
Unfortunately, the road was jammed, so I couldn't get a better look at him. There were cars in front and behind me. Before I could pull over and chase after him, the guy crossed the street and disappeared behind the heavy traffic.
Why would he come here?
But no, that couldn't be. Maybe I was just hallucinating.
Just to make sure, I called Benny. Maybe he knew something about Kevin.
"Hello, Ben! I need to ask something important!" I said seriously as soon as he picked up.
"What?" he replied briefly.
"I just saw someone on the road... looked exactly like Kevin. Have you heard anything about him leaving town or anything like that?" I explained eagerly to Benny.
"I haven't heard anything about him leaving home. But the guys from the hangout said he quit his job... and he hasn't shown up since. Maybe he's embarrassed..." said Benny, which only made me more curious. I hung up and drove home.
"I wonder if Mom's looking for me... My phone's dead too. I'm so getting yelled at later." I mumbled on the way, since I had been gone all night and left Mom alone.
The distance from Veronica's place to my house wasn't far, but the traffic was insane. One of the reasons I hated driving to campus.
Finally, I got home. Mom was out. Maybe she was out buying vegetables or something else to cook today.
I threw myself onto the living room sofa, staring at the ceiling of that small house. I still wasn't at ease thinking about Eve, and now also that guy who reminded me of someone I wanted to punch every time I saw his innocent face.
"Where were you last night?" suddenly Mom's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Uh.. Mom... I was just hanging out, then I fell asleep at a friend's place." I answered nervously.
"Really..?" Mom responded, indifferent.
"Really, Mom... I'm not lying," I assured her.
"I even dressed up pretty for you last night... and you left me all alone at home..." Mom genuinely sulked.
I didn't want to say anything else because I knew when a woman was mad, she didn't want explanations. She just needed a hug.
I approached Mom and hugged her from behind, breathing into the back of her neck where her tied hair left her skin exposed. When she didn't respond, I continued seducing her with kisses on her cheek, ear, and neck.
"Go take a shower first... you smell like alcohol..." Mom finally gave in.
Before heading to the bathroom, I smacked her soft butt.
"Ow.. watch out later, I won't forgive you!" she said, turning to me, waving a spoon while trying to hold back a laugh.
It felt so carefree when I was being playful and affectionate with my mom. I was so lucky to have her.
How foolish of my dad to neglect her.
I quickly showered, washing off all the dirt on my body. Especially the part Mom liked. I cleaned it carefully with soap multiple times.
I put on a T-shirt and boxer shorts—no underwear. On purpose, so Mom would see it when I got aroused later.
The food was already on the table—Mom cooked so fast. Turned out she just bought the side dishes from a food stall and reheated them.
Ah, Mom.
But the food didn't matter to me. I was raised in a village, after all, where we were used to eating simple meals.
"Wow... Mom's cooking is magic, ready in no time," I teased.
"Ow ow ow ow.." she whined as she pinched me.
We continued eating together, and I kept teasing Mom. I loved flirting with her. Her beauty would shine when her cheeks turned red from being embarrassed by my teasing.
After we finished eating, Mom cleared the table and did the dishes. Then she took off her dress right in front of me and entered the bedroom. Looked like she was going to take a shower.
As usual, she wasn't wearing a bra—she said it was uncomfortable. I could imagine what it would be like if Mom were my wife.
It would probably be blissful.
Sometimes... I asked Mom to just divorce Dad and marry me. But she always said...
"You're enough just being my son... there's no marriage between us. If you insist on marrying me, I'll leave you..!" That kind of threat left me speechless. My only question was, would Mom be happy after I got married someday? Would we still be like this behind my wife and children's backs? It was hard to understand.
I laid back down on the sofa again, waiting for Mom to finish her shower. My eyes gazed up at the ceiling, thinking and wondering what the future would hold…