“The Former Abandoned Reality Buried by the Latter Coming Reality”
A man rich enough came into a bar of an exclusive enough hotel. He had a promise with a woman whom he had texted.
By and by the woman for whom he was waiting came and told him, “Shall we go to our room now?”
Her name was Vera, a pretty girl working since getting a stigma — the stigma forced her to be, and the reality where she dwelt was the product of the stigma.
Going to the room which had been ordered, they were having chitchat. The man did not find it easy to be straightforward. It is good and kind of her to meet the man. Actually what the man wanted was merely having a friend to enjoy talking about everything at that night.
She realized it when they arrived in their room because the man took a distance from her.
“Why is the reality like this?” questioned the man naively.
“Complex.” A word she proposed.
“Do you believe in fate?” The smoke of his cigaretted followed his voice.
“Not really, despite not being able to be avoided.” She continued, “How could I be trapped in a world I surely didn’t want to dwell. How come, I was manipulated by the reality which I’d ever manipulated before. I jumped from a hole into the other in which I started to die since ever.”
***
After the long quarrel with Marcel, Vera went back to her boarding house. Undoubtedly, Vera felt various emotions: sad, regretful, angry, disappointed, and painful. She got a frightening threat from Marcel. Time by time Vera always felt the various emotions; time by time Marcel dominated her. Marcel felt that he was a subject being able to dominate Vera by his intimidation: sharing their sexual video and Vera’s naked photos to all students in her college.
Vera was an intellectual and influential lady — an activist full of dignity. She did not want to only be an object being able to be exploited by Marcel’s threat. Vera was going to rebel against Marcel.
She texted Marcel, “I’m sorry. I do not want to be your object.”
“Don’t play around me, Ver!” Marcel replied.
“I don’t care,” answered Vera.
“Tomorrow meet me in my boarding house to talk about this at 2.00 p.m.” Marcel commanded.
Tomorrow came, Vera would go to Marcel’s boarding house. When Vera arrived at Marcel’s boarding house, Marcel had been waiting since several minutes ago.
“Why are you late?” Marcel asked.
“Because I’m not your slave.”
“Keep your words. If you disobey me, I will share your nude photos. And if you are still brave enough to go to your college, I will share our video.”
“Actually, what do you want to, Cel?”
“You must obey whatever I instruct. For this time you must make me satisfied sexually.”
Then, they had fornication again. Vera could not reject what Marcel wanted. So, she just obeyed. This was a big deal. The days continued, but Vera’s psyche was stuck in Marcel’s intimidation. It had been three days that Vera did not attend her class in the college. As a famous activist, many of her friends looked for her. She got a lot of chats from her friends.
Vera, actually, really wanted to go to her college, but she was truly afraid of Marcel’s intimidation and hesitant to bravely take a decision to rebel against Marcel. Though previously Vera always obeyed whatever Marcel commanded, this time she insisted that herself make her own way. She was recklessly going to go to her college, attend her class, and do something like usual, like without Marcel’s intimidation.
It was Monday morning; Vera had been ready to face what would attack her. By shouldering her great bravery, she went to her college. Arriving at college, directly she was being bombarded by her friends with plenty of questions. “Where have you been?” “What has happened with you?” “Why were you absent for several days?” Vera just fabricated an alibi, “I just had some business I can’t tell.”
It was Tuesday morning. When checking her Whatsapp, she was suddenly shocked. She caught many chats from her friends. And it turned out her sexual video with Marcel had been spread. Her breath stopped for a while, but her heartbeat sounded fast. Her eyes became bleary, she got dizzy.
What Vera did first was call Marcel. “Come to my boarding house soon!” Marcel commanded. She could not rebel against his instruction. Having arrived in Marcel’s villa, Vera took a knee in front of Marcel. Marcel bragged and felt as if he had been a king. Vera cried. While crying and sobbing, Vera asked, even begged, alex to stop all of these. Vera had been sorry for having made Marcel’s brother broken-hearted and dead owing to her rejection of him. She also promised not to act like that anymore.
Eventually Marcel was touched. He realized that his revenge had been enough to make her aware of what she had done to Marcel’s brother was surely wrong. Vera had been very sorry, Marcel had forgiven her, but her sexual video had been widespread fast.
***
“What made me like this was stigma. All of the people, including my parents, accuse me of being a prostitute only because of my sexual video. Initially I always disclaimed their accusation but it was not effective. My friends, my family, and whoever recognizing me rejected me as if I no longer deserved to be a part of them. So, okay, now I claim myself as a whore, I manifest what they accuse me of. I am b*tch, sex worker, rent boy, call girl, hooker.”
The businessman lit his cigarette while puffing on his cigarette. He was thinking of it deeply, whereas Vera was only speaking nothing. She was putting her thinking in the past at that time which had made her like this: a stigma.
“So, what makes you still do this job? Is it just a stigma?” The businessman gave her those questions.
“Yes. And the important thing is that I have not been able to prove that their accusation is wrong,” Vera rejoined.
“I think that indeed a stigma can really imprint someone ever after. Don’t you think so?” queried the businessman.
“Yep. I think so. Actually I can delete the stigma by leaving all of the people who have been stigmatizing me all the time.”
“Shall we go far away? What if we…”
“What do you mean? You mentioned ‘we’?” Vera surprised.
***
Five years later, Rue Du Cherce-Midi, 6E Arrondisement, 75006 Paris, île-De-France, France, a mature woman was typing something on her laptop, surrounded by several piles of her books. In her kitchen, a gentle man was cooking, Croque Monsieur. A litter girl came to her, a joyful mom seeming busy typing her thesis. The little girl holding a book said to her mom, “Mom, read me this book, please.” Her voice was typical of a toddler.
“Wait, sweety. We need to get a dinner first. After having gotten our dinner, I will read that for you,” her mom smiled.
“Come on honey. The food has been ready to ingest.” The man’s voice sounded from their dining room.
The two went to the kitchen. The mother held the little girl’s hand. The gentle man greeted both of them, “Here we are.”
“Yep, here we are.” Responded the wife. And the litte girl’s eyes seemed bright happily, and so did the eyes of the reality.[]