Chapter 5 Men Who Mash

The next morning, there was a pair of legs intertwined under a thick blanket. Rafida's eyes slowly opened and was surprised to see a familiar handsome face in front of her. Rafida panicked and was confused about what to do. Just as she was about to move to get off the bed. Mr. Wil turned around and hugged her. Rafida was even more surprised. Not long after, Mr. Wil woke up because he felt strange.

"Waaaa!" shouted Mr. Wil and made Rafida,who was already at the end of the bed, fall down by pulling the blanket. Automatically, Mr. Wil's muscular body was freely exposed.

"Duh,it hurts," said Rafida in pain. She got up and was surprised to see Mr. Wil glued to the bed with a sharp glare.

"Argh!" cried Rafida and covered her face. The conscious Mr. Wil immediately grabbed a pillow and covered his lower body.

"Hey... Why are you here?" asked Mr. Wil in surprise.

"Where is this? I don't know. And why aren't we wearing clothes? What happened last night? Ugh," said Rafida, still feeling sick. He suddenly remembered everything that had happened. From the rejection,she received to getting drunk and ending up with Mr. Wil.

"Mr. Wil!" Rafida shouted, startling Mr. Wil.

"What? Why are you shouting like that? I didn't do anything to you!"

"Don't lie. What's this proof?" asked Rafida, pointing to the current state of the room.

"Ah, I don't know why this happened, either. So, don't blame me," said Mr. Wil evasively and climbed down.

"Don't move! I'll get out of here first," Rafida shouted again and continued to surprise Mr. Wil.

"Why does she keep yelling? It keeps startling me. Again, why is she so excited? Wasn't it last night because we both wanted to," muttered Mr. Wil, looking at Rafida.

"Close your eyes!" Rafida shouted frantically again. Mr. Wil couldn't help but close his eyes. With difficulty, Rafida picked up all her clothes and ran towards the bathroom.

Brak!

"Hoah, she's really going to break the door."

Mr. Wil, who knew Rafida had entered the bathroom, immediately opened his eyes and got off the bed. He picked up his clothes and put them on.

Mr. Wil walked out of the room and up the stairs to his room. He washed his face in the sink.

"Akh... What have I done? How did that happen? After all this time,I could hold it in. But what is this? Even now I can't control it," said Mr. Wil, irritated with himself. He looked down at his still-awake bottom. Mr. Wil's inner torment. He went into his bathroom. Showered his body. Trying to cool down his heated body.

Rafida finished cleaning up and put her clothes back on. She sneaked around looking for the exit.

"Where are you going?" asked Mr. Wil, who was already neat and dressed in his new suit. He had even finished making two servings of toast and two cups of hot coffee.

"Hehehe... Mr. Wil I have to go home -"

"Sit down!"

"Okay." Rafida immediately sat down submissively. Mr. Wil even looked confused.

"Eat. Isn't your stomach still queasy? You drank too much."

"Yes," Rafida replied and sipped his coffee mix. It felt very refreshing and revitalizing. Mr. Wil looked at Rafida from head to toe.

"You've changed a lot. Why didn't you dress up like this before?" asked Mr. Wil, chewing his bread.

"So what, is there something wrong with the way I looked yesterday?"

"No, but you look more presentable than you did yesterday. I'm sure you'll be a big help when meeting clients."

"Mr. Wil wants to win over clients by selling my appearance?"

"Ha... What are you saying? Do you know that appearance is number one? You were too ordinary yesterday. Until I felt embarrassed."

"What? Embarrassed? Wow... Unbelievable. Does Mr. Wil know how long I had to dress up like this?"

"Over three hours."

"Yes, over three hours. Imagine if I had to dress up every day like this? What time would I have to wake up when I always go to bed at one or two at night because of who?"

"You blame me?"

"Yes."

"Geez, seriously. Ah.. about last night-"

"Mr. Wil should take responsibility."

"What? But why?"

"Doesn't Mr. Wil know it was a first for me? How could I do it if it wasn't because we were getting married?"

"Are you crazy? Why would I marry you just because of one night? What year do you think it is?"

"Then Mr. Wil will just leave like that? Throw me away after using me? Am I chewing gum?"

"Hey, Rafida!"

"What? I'm not very sincere about losing something so precious to me just like that -"

"That was a mistake. Because you just met random people and drank all the drinks at the party last night. I saved you. That's why -"

"Mistake? So, what we did was just a mistake? Wow... Crazy, absolutely crazy."

"Rafida -"

"Don't call me names. Fine, if you don't want to get married. Let's not meet again!" scolded the annoyed and angry Rafida and walked out of Mr. Wil's house, feeling very upset.

"Huh... What a headache," said Mr. Wil, staring at Rafida's departure.

***

Mr. Wil was now in his office. He looked very serious about the document he was reading. He didn't realize a woman who had knocked on his door many times.

"Wildan Kusuma! Should I shout until you see me, huh?" Rachel shouted in annoyance and knocked on the desk.

"Oh, you came already?"

"From earlier Wildan."

"Sorry. What now?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

Mr. Wil and Rachel went to a photo studio. They chose some themes and started changing clothes.

"Okay... On the count of three, change your style," said the photographer. Mr. Wil and Rachel started taking photos for the benefit of both of them.

"Will this convince the elders?" asked Rachel in the middle of their photo session.

"I hope so," replied Mr. Wil with his eyes fixed on the camera.

"Be more intimate!" ordered the photographer.

"Like this?" asked Mr. Wil, putting his arm around Rachel's waist.

"Rachel, how many times have you been with other men?" asked Mr. Wil, leaving Rachel confused.

"Why are you suddenly asking about that?"

"Just answer it."

"Three times, why? Don't laugh."

"Last time when I did it break up?"

"Three years ago, what happened?"

"What... did you and your girlfriend even get to that stage?" asked Mr. Wil, looking doubtful.

"What stage?" Rachel was getting more and more clueless.

"Making love. Did you guys do anything like that?"

"Huh? Why would you ask something like that? Isn't that kind of thing ingrained nowadays?"

"No, that's not it."

"Okay, let's change clothes," said the photographer and made the two separate themselves.

"Okay." Rachel was about to leave, but Mr. Wil, who held her back, stopped her steps.

"Wait, I'm not done yet," Mr. Wil said and made Rachel wait for his words.

"After doing that, do you have to get married?"

"What? I don't understand why you're asking this. But, let me explain from a woman's point of view. Other than that, she's a bad woman. Any woman who would do such a thing is to think that the man will take her to get married. Because it's not something that can be forgotten once it's over, right? That hope is definitely there. It's just the man's side. If he is not a responsible man, then he is a land crocodile. Because there are only two types of men in the world. Land crocodiles or people pleaser. So, there is no certainty that the man will do it unless it's just lust. Satisfied?" Rachel explained and walked away.

Mr. Wil was pensive and thought seriously again.