Chapter 2: Ch2: Unexpected affairs

I was really not in mood to feel sorry about my drought life. I never mentioned about him, my virgin love to my friend though. I wasn't a sharing type. And he was not my first that made me feel like a drenched woman, so. I had my loving friends and my job, that's enough for that time. Few sudden storms made me uncomfortable after my love facade or serenade whatever it was. Accidents were increased, on airlines or on roads, within 24 hours, people were worried and afraid about going overseas. It was too hard for me to resist about thinking of my virgin love because he loved to travel a lot and he didn't left any news afterwards of him, he was lost just like thin air. However, my life was getting interesting by new people in my life. I met a professor who was little bit bored with himself. We had a good time when he said he was married with kids and love to travel a lot. I was like new nightmare all over again. Then just like other day, I found out from news that students were killing their teachers on campus, on their house , trapped them with their girlfriends in love affairs and taking naked pictures of their sexual rendezvous for fun and use their channels for own interest, so far they got graduation degrees, jobs, woman and social status from blackmailing to their teachers but no one could have done anything about it or catch them on red handed. I was like why would students turning into a criminal, when I was feeling frustrated about my country then I met a young man who was a overseas student, working hard, studying, doing projects, sharing his interests with me, I loved his attention and care about me. Later one night, he was too drunk when he shared his childhood girl friend left him, it was several years before he met me but ironically, I was too old for him, so couldn't be the love to die for so he got new one to forget the old girlfriend, but then suddenly war was started over to his country, out of religious conscious and political deceptions. I was worried of losing him like others but he reassured me that he was secured when missiles killed his existence. Beforehand, I had forgotten his remorse, I met a man who loved to sing, proposed online where everyone said yes including me, it was something to remember, ah, alas, it was real. Before I got awakened from my dream, he got married too. I just thought another dived by the side of mine. Later on, people tried to make him frustrated, crazed by his fanatical friends and creative stories, rumours. Out of misery of his struggling fandom, random threats he was achieving because of his free proposal to every single ladies, before marriage. It was not ended at that innocent moments. It created some kind of unknown phenomenon. A dark side of every bright moments. A simple innocent smiles of his lovers could make his life so miserable who thought of it. When he turned into a history to learn from then I met a tea broker on a new year. He was good, small guy with little bit lightly fluffed health, small talks and few drinks made us close enough to get cozy with each others. When we both drunk with reality and sharing our lovely little memories then he started to cry, he was in love with a little black girl who was an RJ star. He did everything for her to get noticed and dated to marry her but after using him, she went to overseas education with her ex boyfriend who was an RJ too, with his money. Afterwards, she never looked him back. I was feeling so bad that I kissed him a little then he fallen to sleep and I was there with my heartbreaking sighs left him there to his friends. I was back to my life when I started to know that tea gardens were on fire, global warming was ruined the interest of farmers and investors to invest on tea gardens, global economy reduced the exports of tea, people leaving tea industry to get rotten, everyone lost their interest on doing hardship over tea sectors. I was feeling bad about my that little guy. I was horrified at that moment. I was really wishing his wellness and wanted to see him with his wedded wife and kids. I was his one night fling that might be forgotten by him but I was carrying his memories that's been shared with me when he was broken. Few years past after that night, I was started to listening into a radio, to knew more about radio and Rjs. I was a newbie to that. My interest grew far from before. Then I was turned into a regular listener when I was in love with one. It was a fan love as I was one of their undying fan, I tried to know them more. It turned out they were getting lowly paid and as a part time or full time job, it was not worthy to spend time on it by hardship or training. Out of poverty my airy lover RJ, my love of my lonely life got married to his co-star. It was heart twitching moment but not broken because it was all existed on his words. After his marriage, he was becoming more like a father of all than a lover. So, people specially girls, lost their interest on him and he moved to social awareness acts. Later, people tried to shut it off because of many reasons, case were filed to make the radio business more poorer. Aggressiveness of people made educated people reluctant about becoming Rj, first low payment, accusations, dissatisfaction with their works and then cases ruined the existing reputation and interest of new people to chose it as a profession. I was exhausted by the narrow minded people who were creating so many unusual incidents. What should have, I could do about it actually, nothing. I was completely frustrated about every issues that were happened. However, life was not a readymade suit that I just needed to wear it. When I was sulking at my disappointing love affairs then a beautiful young girl came into my book store, asking whereabouts of the owner of the store, I said, he was on his vacation but she was frustrated about it and for an hour, she selected her book, took only coffee from espresso machine and sat there to read. She was a rich kid, by her clothing, Chanel bag, sunglass and perfume, anyone could have guessed it easily. After half an hour, she came to me again to ask about the owner. She heard the owner was a mid age woman then how could it be a man? I was feeling bad about all those questions, for last 5 years, nothings were going normal in my life, I was in my best inquisitive mind to know her motives behind all those inquiries. Then she shared her heartbreaking love story with me. She was an ex girlfriend of my virgin love, he refused her to get married because of the owner of the bookstore. He didn't said anything in details but he was giving her the excuse that he was still in love with the bookstore owner. I was like a newborn prematured child on earth. She was sadly frustrated about his hesitation to get married with her. Once, he was so drunk after a fight with her that he said about my bookstore and me, he said how much he loved me for decades after decades, he knew everything little habits of mine, he couldn't take the pain of separation with me, he never could express his true feelings to me, to made me happy, he tried to move on with her. I was like seeing blurry images of this beautiful love story when she was explaining to me. I was feeling, wow, really, did he loved me that much? I was in another fantasy world by then when she realised she was too late, she needed to get back home for a party on her home and invited me to meet her on the hallway of her home the next day and gave me the invitation card. I graciously accepted the invitation and discovered myself a little naively irresistible naughtiness in me about him, my virgin love.