I am 47-years-old and have been happily married to the same woman for the last 15 years. We have two sons, 13 and 11 years of age. My wife is a teacher and I am an engineer. Every Friday evening, the whole family dines outside and enjoys quality time with one another. On Saturday mornings, I leave the family to join my buddies for golf in Batam and return back home by Sunday evening.
I don’t really play golf with my friends. I just tell my wife and kids that. I’m actually visiting my mistress and daughter living in Batam. Nobody knows about this.
Love Across the Sea
I met *Wati, my mistress, when I went to Batam one weekend to relax. My wife had taken the kids to Malaysia to visit her mother and I just didn’t feel like driving all the way up. Instead, as soon as the family was off in the coach, I drove to the ferry terminal and boarded the ferry to Batam with thoughts of a rejuvenating weekend ahead. After checking in, I decided to get a foot massage. Visiting one of the popular massage parlours, I requested for a male masseuse but the only free person was a young girl. More concerned about relieving my tense muscles, I decided not to be picky and allowed them to send me whoever was free.
When she stepped into the room, I knew I was in trouble. She was absolutely stunning. She couldn’t have been more than 18-years-old. Her delicate features and creamy skin made me want to just hold her tight and shield her from the horrors of the world. As she worked her way through my sore foot muscles, I asked her a bit about herself. With her head down, she nervously answered me. She was 19-years-old and had come to Batam, from East Java, to earn a living. Her family consisted only of an older sister who was already married.
After the massage was over, I knew I just had to see her one more time. I asked her out for dinner but she hesitated. I assured her that it was just dinner and that I didn’t really want to dine alone.
Finally she agreed and I told her to meet me at one of the nearby restaurants around 7pm. I tipped her well and was off on my way. That evening as I got ready in my hotel room, I couldn’t help feeling like a schoolboy who was about to go on his first date. I splashed on some Old Spice and went downstairs to the gift shop to purchase a box of chocolates.
*Name has been changed