#thefallsseries

-          The Falls: Monster You Hired.

“Did her mom know about that? That you “do that stuffs” to her?”

I couldn’t stand myself for not asking him that question because well, I am a woman even I’m not a teen anymore.

“No. She wouldn’t dare to tell her mom about that. I’m sure about it,” he said in full of confident and he laughed too. Like he was really proud of himself.

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Here is another story I’ve had with me for years.

Before I moved to Spring Hills I used to live in Indonesia with Sharon and her Chinese family. I worked as a financial accounting at north area. It took 45 minutes or even more to get to my workplace so instead of using public transportation which it could take longer and been so annoying lot of time I prefer to hire a driver to drop and pick me up every Monday till Friday office hours.

Then I met this person when the only one and my best driver suddenly quited from his job. And I met Robert to replace his seat to give me a ride every day. Except weekend.

For your info, I didn’t drive. Doesn’t mean I didn’t pass my driving license but I have my personal reason for not driving a car or riding a motorcycle here.

And back to my main story, it was about a girl, a young teenager girl, let’s named her Ingrid. Robert, my new driver at that time had a long weird benefits relationship with Ingrid’s mother. Ingrid was 16 at that moment. And Robert was 39 years old. He worked many type of jobs and was basically an online driver too. Every early morning he would have to up to help Ingrid’s Mother to push a cart from her flat to prepare her mini restaurant near my apartment. And it was pretty far from her place, to be honest. She rent a place near my apartment, a Chinatown area and was selling noddles with that cart. Robert helped Ingrid’s Mother with that stuffs also have to taking care of Ingrid at home. Babysitting her whole day until her mother comeback home.

Well, Ingrid even she is already 16 years old but she was still acting like a kid. She lost her biological father when she was 5 years old. Her mother had chosen not to marry anymore. So when Ingrid met Robert, she was really loved him like her own father. Even she knew that Robert actually married, has wife and two kids who was living in another town. Ingrid and Robert relationship was kind of bonded to each other for years.

I don’t think Robert’s wife know that her husband actually had a friends with benefits here in Jakarta while she was waiting for him to come home every night and days. Maybe she just know that Robert has been working as an online driver and he gave her money regulary and that is enough for her as long as she got money to live. Kind of wow to me. This is ridiculous and sad.

I know this little family and these people even they are not in my circle life or not my neighbors too but I’ve met them few times. I meant Ingrid and her mother. Me and Sharon ever visited her mini restaurant to eat her noodles. I was expecting it was a Chinese noodle which has a chinese flavor but it hasn’t. Instead it has a local noodle taste. Yeah, Indonesian food, my Dad’s favorite food all the time and that’s where Sharon came from before she met John Falls, my father. So I feel familiar with that taste too. Feels like home. And I was home at that time too.

Anyway Ingrid’s Mother was the one who introduced me with Robert when she met Sharon. They both have had a conversation and Sharon told her that I needed new driver because my last one already quited. So I thought Robert was good and at that moment I do really need a driver to work as soon as possible, so we made a deal and he got that job.

My first impression toward Robert’s personality, well, you won’t believe this but I could read people aura, their expression on their face, their body language, gesture, lip, also their behavior from the first impression. So when I met Robert he looked--- fine, good, normal but he has something in his eyes. Something tricky, playboy, pervert, like a typical of jerk behind his baby face. I surprised to see how young his appearance with that baby face, sweet smile and his tanned skin. That’s why he looked like a bit arrogant and pervert because he confessed to me after a week he had worked with me that so many young girls had been chasing him and wanted to be his girlfriend even he told them he married- twice.

I kinda like wow when he told me the fact about his life. He married twice, yeah okay that was his personal stuffs but he had shared lot of his personal stuffs to me along way from my home to my work place including his sex life with his wife, with some teens he had spent a night with etc etc. I was like “OMG, Can this man stopped talking about those stuffs and just focus with the road?  It was really annoying.” Very annoying and so disturbing me a lot.

He cheated on his wife with some teens he met on street. I meant, really?! It’s disgusting. He told me that and he was bragging himself about how famous he was in front of teenagers and some younger girls. That was his favorite so far, he said. And Ingrid was one of his favorite too. When I heard that, I felt suffocating and I wanted to puke on his face.

“Did her mom know about that? That you “do that stuffs” to her?”

I couldn’t stand myself for not asking him that question because well, I am a woman even I’m not a teen anymore.

“No. She wouldn’t dare to tell her mom about that stuff. I’m sure about it,” he said in full of confident and he laughed too. Like he was really proud of himself.

I had enough. Somebody just kick him out from my car, please! The way she treated her like that it was making me fed up. I was so mad at that time. And I think I had enough with this guy. I don’t need a driver like him. He was a jerk, a bastard, a pervert and all bad things on my mind I would throw into him.

I had enough. If Sharon knows this she would be worry about me. The worst part, if my Dad knows about him, he would put a gun into his dick and shoot that gun and he would be dead at the same day. That’s why I didn’t tell anyone until I got new solution with this stuff.

Somebody also told me that Robert had lot of friends with benefits before Ingrid’s Mom just to get money, wealthiness and sex of course. Seems like I knew all of his bad reputation now. And he loves Asian woman. When I heard this I think I need to save Sharon or just keep her away from that bastard.

Gosh, what type of driver I had this time?

So after month after month I’ve been trying to get a new driver, finally on February I got one. And I fired Robert with a polite statement after he came up late to pick me up to work. I almost lose my good reputation at work just because he came late to drop me at work. I couldn’t hold my anger toward him at that moment because he didn’t only once making mistake but more than once. So, it was the last time I saw him. I was too sick and tired dealing with him everyday. It was so stressful.

And my new driver that Sharon introduced me after I told her the truth because I couldn’t hold my anger any longer about Robert stuffs, he was so polite, neat, good attitude and humble. I like my current driver now.

About Ingrid. I know I should have reported Robert about what he has done to her. Or I should have told her mother about the monster she hired to help her and taking care of her daughter but I didn’t do that. I didn’t do anything to save her. It was too personal and Ingrid seems mysterious and I couldn’t talk to her anymore. She was with her mother or being with Robert 24 hours so I couldn’t get into her to get more evidence or even to ask her to report her issues towards Robert.

I couldn’t save her because she fell in love with him.

I couldn’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.

So I wrote this poem inspired by her incident.

I wish there is no such a thing like this anymore.

Please be careful and do not trust people so easily.

You should know how to protect yourself.

You should know how to say No and Stop!

Or do something about it.

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You looked sweet and kind, people said.

You talked nice to everyone.

You looked so religious especially when you mentioned all good stories from your own book.

People would think that you were one of their best in your community.

Actually you were living in denial.

You were hiding with you mask.

You didn’t show them your real face.

You acted like you were a perfect person so they would think you were nice.

You were a fake one. A pervert and a predator for kids and teens.

You told me how religious you were.

But you were catcalling woman. You still talk dirty and watch porn after praying.

Then you told me how perfect yourself if you were preaching about others opinion.

You told me how much you loved you second wife wives but you still flirting with A then f*cked C.

You were bragging yourself about how good yourself with S stuffs and then you were into teens and kids.

You touched her. You ruined her life. An innocent young girl who supposed to be your daughter.

You sexually abused her and threaten her not to tell her mom about it.

Nobody knows what you did to her.

I’m sickened with people like you.

You didn’t think with your brain but your ass.

You did know what your religion had taught but you didn’t educate yourself with respect and good attitude towards woman.

You only see woman as a sexual object. You think woman are all weak so you can play your game and used their money for your own sake.

You probably forget, your mom also a woman.

You probably forget that you has a 16 years old daughter, also a teenager.

I wonder what God would have thought about you.

I wonder what would be the best shit hell would give you as a punishment.

I don’t blame religion. I blame to the people who used it wrong way.

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By. Vivian Lin