She was once again waiting for the customer sitting in the lobby restaurant of a five star hotel sipping her coffee as usual. Hotel management knew about her and allowed her to sit there and if any interested guest of the hotel wanted to have a company of a girl, a waiter provided her the room number. She was paid by the hotel later weekly.
She was taking the last sip of her coffee when the waiter came and gave her a chit. She just had a glance at the room number and stood immediately.
The door was immediately opened as she knocked. He was a handsome man of between 30 - 40 years. He seemed not to be very talkative person. Just introduced himself, and lied on the bed waiting for her to come. She smiled very professionally, then paused as remembered something.
“Excuse me,” She said to the man, the smile was still was on her lips.
She took out her cell phone and went to the window of the room punching some number rapidly.
“Hello Martha! Its me, did you feed the baby? I put the feeder on the table, okay, what is she doing now, sleeping, nice. I will be back within few hours.”
She switched off the cell phone and went back to the bed where the man was waiting for her quietly. “Sorry, it was my daughter, I wanted to make sure she is well-fed and comfortable.” She said to the main with a smile, getting herself undressed.
Two weeks later, she was sitting in her single room house, her daughter was giggling and playing on the bed. She heard the knock at the door. She went to the door and unlatched it. He, the same man was standing there, she recognized him at once, and said, “I’m sorry I don’t entertain the customers at home, you better come to the hotel if you want to……………..” “No, no, my intention to visit you is not that!” He interrupted her, “I have to talk to you about something else, shall I come in?”
She moved aside to let him in. “Yes, what do you want?” She was looking quite puzzled.
“Okay, I come to the point directly, will you marry me?” He looked firm, but still hesitant, while he said this.
She didn’t respond, just staring at him covering her opened moth with one hand. “Are you out of your mind? You do not know what are you talking, or you must be joking.”
“No, I am serious, and I am well aware what I am talking, and what I am asking. I have thought a lot since I passed that night with you two weeks back and I decided to see, and offer you to be my life partner. The hotel management very hardly allow me to have your address when I expressed why I wanted to see you.”
“But why, you know who I am…. a pro. I am a call…………….” “No, don’t say that, please!”
“It’s damn truth, I don’t understand why you want to marry me.” She was still looking shocked and puzzled.
“Why mister…………..?” “Because you are a “mother”!” He interjected.
“So what if I am a mother? What relation it has to asking me to marry you?”
“Yes it has a relation, because my mother was a pro and call girl too, and she was doing this because of me, she was single parent, my father left her in the middle when I was in her womb. Time passed and when I was a boy I wanted to stop her, but there was no source of income and I was too young. And when I became strong enough to stop her she died. You are a mother, too, I want to stop you from this …………… I will take care of your baby, I guarantee you. Please let me safe at least a mother from ruining her life for her baby.”
He was sitting bowing his head to hide his tears from her, but she was not caring to hide hers which were rolling down her cheeks where the pleasure was dawning. She went to him, took his face in her hands, raised his head, and started kissing all over his face. “Okay I will marry you, let’s get out this life.”
He stood up, picked up the baby in his arms and they went out to enter into the new life.
Comments
Thanks Roman for your time to read and comment.
Hi Mishaikh! This is one of the best blogs I ever read. I agree with most comments here.
Thank you for sharing!!!
Walker, you are entitled to your own opinion but you have no right to insult others members. You behave like ill-mannered and rude young boy.
I really feel so sorry for all these women who do this job. They looking for a good job and unfortunately they are brainwashed listening people who tell them that with this job will earn a lot of money and then they can go back to their home. They believe them and they become victims. Because unfortunately after enter in the world of prostitution many of them are slaves and they can't go back. And many of these women have been kidnapped. But women must stop being so innocent, there are many campaigns and warnings in the TV and Internet. Better to be poor and safe than have much money and be in danger. People shouldn't be bought and sold. Traffik must stop! Nice story Mishaikh. I believe that it can be real but unfortunately it is rare.
I agree with you saba, but in certain societies some circles do not thinks so.
What is going on in these societies, it is going on very much contrary to what we think. Even some of the factories where there are female workers these incidents are being observed.
Thanks Linda and Nimzaf for being considerate.
This is the theme of the story which you have mentioned in your comments.
Thanks for feeling.
let's not insult each other. If the story is really interesting, there should be both positive and negative comments. This means that the story has caused different emotions. Nobody remained indifferent to read it. If the story has only positive comments it is boring story.
Each member is entitled to their own opinion, even if the majority members does not agree with it.
Prostitution is not work, it's a kind of slavery. Poor women must think wisely, they can't make money when they are old, after all their kids need peace more than money. if there isn't any prostitution, then men can't make women their slaves.
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