Merrier than Ménage à trois

Faraway, so close

Up with the static and the radio
With satellite television
You can go anywhere

Stay (Faraway, So Close) - U2

The airport is never a good place to fixate. Going there alone unannounced to the second floor of Soekarno-Hatta plane sighting commercial airlines taking off is strongly restricted for those on isolation leave. On the other hand, barging in packs of crowd somehow might not be the safest way to say goodbye. We were glorified by our past mistakes and former glories, now another part has left. A fractional piece yet essential part of the puzzle. The sinetronesque drama wasn't a scene for the faint at heart. It was the worst foursome in the history of my life. More precisely, the worst foursome with emotional attachment all over it. We were'nt too fond of the unfortunate catfight in front of the golden arches. McDonald's was officially the stage to "When Women and Oil Magnate Don't Mix". After the climax scene where literally every person in the largest genetically modified fastfood chain closely peeked, things were'nt pretty. Current girl pulled the collar of oil magnate because he conversed with past girl. Fearing public humility, the family of oil magnate forced past girl in an kidnapping film scene manner to be driven away in the Mercedes family car. Past girl was hysterical, but every figure deserved a spotlight in this play. While current girl was crying, recent girl arrived. The oil magnate so powerful and gentle in his usual manner seemed to break. He laid his hand on the back of his head, trying to find that abstract logical process that made him such a great business person, respected socialite, and adored womanizer. Recent girl sat down, looking worried but had this inner trancing confidence she hid under her innocent face. Current girl kept crying and the oil magnate was surrounded by his advisers. His entourage tried to restore order while the secretary and right hand man just observed keeping their own destined role as subordinate. One of his advisers, known for political briliance devised a visual illusion tactic. With the help of another adviser/power broker, recent girl was smuggled into the start line while the attention of current girl was diverted by flowering sympathy from the oil magnate operatives. After things cooled down, current girl went home picked up by the oil company's luxury car. The crowd than walked to the other end of the aisle to only find recent girl. She had this estatic look after being briefed by the oil magnate before this departure to the free land. Slowly she said goodbye to every one then cried on the shoulders of the oil magnate's bestfriend. 

Then I heard my next door neighbor's houseboy was asked for his responsibility after "violating" not just one, not two, but three housegirls. Their respectives families came represented by their father, uncle, and brother. I then ask him, how did you manage to sleep with all three in one short outing. He replied, "I liked all of them. And they made me aroused. But they did'nt want to fuck me because they were afraid to have a child and be labeled a prostitute." "So, what did you do?". "Well, I simply told them I was to marry them." "What the fuck were you thinking, look at the mess you done now!" "It's up to them now. I don't have any money. And if they want my responsibilty, I can easily go back to my village and be untraced." I was stunned. Turns out, my uneducated poor next door neighbor's houseboy and the oil magnate do have something in common.