Last Night

I was very nervous in my chest when Calix started to remove the wrapped towel from my body. It was behind me and the face was on the right side of my face. Gently kissing my shoulder towards the nape of my neck. I'm still surprised every time it does something strange, just like holding my hand. It was as if electricity was drawn to my palm. His body was warm against my back, so even I felt different.

"Are you ready?" he asked me in a whisper.

I nodded in response. I don't want to prolong the moments because even I am already carried away by my emotions. After removing the towel wrapped around me, my very white and smooth body was revealed to his eyes. Calix seemed to be dazzled when she saw my breasts that were white and very well shaped. He swallowed it a few times that I could clearly see the undulation in his neck. He stared at me, before he started kissing me on the lips. I wasn't going to respond but something in my feelings made me get carried away by what it was doing. It's like I can't refuse anything he does to me especially when I feel his lips gently pressing my lips. Instead of stopping it, I closed my eyes and responded to his kiss. After a few moments, he laid me down on the bed. He ran over me almost sinking into the very soft bed. What kind of emotions are playing in my mind. Calix was already naked so it was easy for him to do the plan. It was to possess me— I could see the doubt in its face but it continued its purpose. I was in tears when he started to bury his huge pet in my womanhood. And I feel like I want to scream because of the pain when I feel the destruction of my skin. I was about to push Calix, because the case was so painful that it tightened its hold on both my hands. I couldn't move so I just closed my eyes and cried because of what happened. After a few more attempts at getting my womanhood, it also succeeded in getting everyone inside. It still moans every time he takes his long and fat caress in and out of my womanhood. The pain was replaced by the tickle of Calix's brief in and out of my womanhood. His grip on my hand gradually loosened until I was the one who hugged him tightly because of the incessant shaking. It was like we were both on fire and I lost myself. We both had hot sex followed by a second and third time in just one night. After Calix's third release we were like wilted vegetables lying on the same bed. Both sweaty and out of breath from what happened. I was staring at the ceiling, while Calix was looking at me.

"Camilla, can I ask you something?" here.

"No. Let's not talk about anything else." I quickly responded to him. He didn't answer, instead he sighed and fell down and fell asleep. While I got up and fixed myself. After I got dressed, I took the handbag I was carrying. I opened it and took out the check with twenty thousand pesos written on it. That was compensation for a night of fun that Calix and I shared. I put it on the table near the lampshade. Calix's cellphone and his beloved watch were lying there. I do not know why Calix accepted my offer when it didn't seem to require money. I stared at the face of this passionate sleeper. His face was so gentle, with thick eyebrows, a sharp nose, red lips that I didn't even taste any cigarettes. I don't know him personally but I can tell from his looks that he has something in life. But I just shrugged my shoulders because in my mind, what do I care, today is the first and last day that Calix and I will see each other. I was tempted to touch her gentle face but my mind stopped me. It's not possible... because we don't have a relationship. What happened tonight is just a memory that will be erased in time. I got up and left the hotel we went to.

I heard loud laughter from inside the gate of the school Connie attends, where other children are also waiting for their pickups. I immediately saw Connie, sitting on a long chair and surrounded by laughing children. I was happy thinking that my daughter was just playing, when I suddenly became worried when I saw her bent over and crying. It turns out that her schoolmates are bullying her so she cries. I quickly approached them and called my daughter's name.

"Connie!" Everyone stopped laughing and looked at me.

One by one they left Connie's side. "Mommy!" she shouted while crying. She stood up and ran towards me. I quickly knelt down so that I could hug my daughter whose cheeks were wet from tears.

"What happened baby? Why are you crying?" I ask.

She reported to me crying.

"They said I don't have a daddy, you just got me from the trash so they said I don't have a daddy.” She was crying while she talk.

I was a bit annoyed with the kids who said that to my daughter. So I caught up with the young fat girl who was also one of the ones who teased my daughter. Her Daddy was there who was busy on his cell phone on the side and did nothing to stop the bullying of my daughter.

"Hey fat girl! Doesn't your Daddy teach you proper behavior? What's the use of your Daddy? You have a daddy who doesn't care about you!" I said irritated.

His father stopped talking on his cell phone when he heard what I said. The child hugged his waist and hid her face crying. "So-sorry, Mrs. I did not notice what my daughter did. I'm talking to a client. Excuse me, I'll just talk to her." He apologized to me.

"It's good then, because it's time for her to fool my daughter again and I'll report you to the principal so your daughter can be kicked out!" I will respond to this directly.

I turned it away with a raised eyebrow and asked Connie to leave the school. Connie always rides in my backseat, because I'm the driver.

"It's okay baby. Everything they said was not true. Don't worry because I'm here to always protect you."

"Thank you, Mommy... but why don't I have a daddy? If I wasn't picked up from the trash, where would my daddy be?" asked my seven year old son.

I was speechless at her question. Who wouldn't be surprised if your child asks about her father? I gave birth to her and took care of her by myself. I can give her everything she wants, I can feed her anything she wants, buy her toys, clothes and everything she wants. In my mind, I can give everything for my daughter. But I didn't expect that there was one more thing I couldn't give—that was her father. Instead of responding, I adjusted her seatbelt and closed the door. I can't answer my daughter. Why is she looking for his father? Am I not enough? I tearfully started the car. We went straight to my friend Alice's house. I will entertain my daughter to forget what happened earlier. Because Connie and Lean, Alice's daughter, are almost the same age. She has three children and Lean is the youngest.

"Hello, Ninang!" Connie greeted Alice.

“Hi, Connie! How is your school?” asked Alice. I was stunned by this question because that's why I brought my daughter here to save it she will also be asked about what happened at his school.

"Not good, Ninang. My classmates are telling me that I was picked up from the trash. Because I don't have a daddy...” she complained sadly.

Alice looked at me and shook her head at what happened to her.

"Don't worry baby, that's not true. I have pictures of you when you're a baby, don't I? You are so beautiful, no one will believe that you just came from the trash."

"Yes, Ninang... but where is my daddy? Why does Lean have a daddy and I have nothing?" re-examining it.

"You can call Ninong Dave, honey." I said, referring to Alice's husband. Connie turned to me. Sadness is evident in its eyes.

"But he's Lean's daddy, I want is my real daddy too."

Alice's silence slapped us both. Luckily, Lean came and called Connie.

"Connie! You're here! Come, let's go to my room. I'm going to show you something in my new clothes that Daddy gave me!" Lean cheered excitedly.

"Alright honey, go with Lean. Your Ninang and I just have something to talk about."

When I pushed Connie away, she was forced to go with Lean. We both sighed as we lost sight of the two children.

"So what are you going to do? Your son is becoming inquisitive about his father." Alice and I both sat on the long sofa. I leaned my back.

"I don't know. Maybe I'll always make an excuse for him to always forget his questions about his father."

"How long are you going to make excuses? How long can you avoid Connie's questions? Why don't you want to introduce—”

"No! Stop telling his name!” I responded somewhat irritated to Alice.

"Here we go again, we have been debating about him several times. And everything I said was accurate. Look, I already told you when you were just pregnant... how are your relatives? What about other people who ask you? You said it's okay, you can manage. And after Connie's birth, I ask you again. Can you take care of your child alone? You said. Yes you can. And then now, what if it's your child who asks you? It won't be long before Connie will be a young woman, do you think she won't be angry with what you did?"

"Of course, no. I give him everything he wants. There is no reason for him to be angry with me.”

"Are you sure that you have given everything? How about her father's identity?” I was stunned by this question.

"You knew from the beginning that all I wanted was to have a child."

"Have you asked your son, if he also wants to have a mother without a father?" I was silent again. Because everything it says is right and everything penetrates my heart and mind. Because I thought it was easy to have a child. It turned out to be more difficult than I thought.

"I don't want to have anything to do with that man."

"Then go. But don't feel sorry for Connie. He deserves to know his father.”

"No! I don't want Connie to meet her father!”

"Then just accept that you are a selfish person." It was like I was slapped by the truth. That I am a selfish person who thinks of nothing but my own wishes.

"I know, someday he will receive everything. Connie will also get tired of looking for her daddy.”

"Then pray that their paths don't cross."