Early March 2013
I was standing under the Trembesi tree in a Chinese cemetery. For decades this place has become a gathering place for women who used to peddle themselves. Since a month ago I have a special customer, a rich businessman. Usually his driver will pick me up and take me to meet with his boss at his house or branded hotel.
Sari, who had been sitting on one of the gravestones, walked up to me. Sadly, she hasn't gotten a single call yet. Because, I haven't heard the Manusia Bodoh song as her cell phone ringtone.
"Gees, I yet receive a single call. I've been so often uploading sexy photos on Facebook."
"Not a lot of people got money now days."
"Day after day, I only get kuota from little kids that I knew from the social media."
"How come?"
"Chat s*x and phone sex."
“Greedy
