Cantil is a beautiful widow with a body like a Spanish guitar. Since divorcing her husband, Cantil has struggled to provide for her sickly daughter and mother. A meeting with an old friend brings Cantil into the night world. 

  There, he meets Hendrik, a wealthy man who owns many companies. Hendrik is married, but the relationship with his wife is not good so he needs an outside. Hendrik finds satisfaction from Cantil, and asks the woman to become a bitch.  

 An increasingly urgent economy forced Cantil to agree to Hendrik's request. However, Hendrik's legal wife Norma Wilhelmina tried hard to destroy The Cantil. Even Norma taught intimate relationships to the Cantil child, who was still nine years old.

The Widow of The Master's Dream

"Why are you so tense?" whispered Mr. Hendrik. The smell of mint leaves from his breath stroked my face.

The man pulled me in a hug. The height that only makes me feel like I drowned in Mr. Hendrik's chest. The man kissed the top of my head and stroked it. He's too sweet for a man who likes to play girls.

"Now?" It's nothing. I'm just afraid of getting the flu tomorrow.

The burly man lifted this body until his face was in front of my chest.

"I had a jam. You don't want to?" Mr. Hendrik's face did not show any annoyed expression at all, but the question was intimidating.

"Of course I want to. I'll get paid for it."

"Hahaha... I like you. You are very honest." The thin man was carrying my body. My weight of no more than fifty kilos didn't give him any trouble.

All the way to the pool, my fingers stroked his beard. I don't understand why I did it. Just practicing what Sari used to teach me that as much as possible for the man who ordered me to feel happy.

Arriving at the edge of the pool Mr. Hendrik dropped me off.

"You're going to be cold all night swimming in that dress," she said.

I chuckled because I understood the wild intent behind his words. Mr. Hendrik took off the piama and went into the pool first. After the dress came off, there were only two pieces of underwear still attached to my body following her.

The man swam there and there, while I was silently waiting. It seemed like he was echoing my attitude so hugged from the water.

"You don't like swimming, yes. Why not tell me?" he said, tucking my hair behind my ear.

I caressed his face with both hands. "I like you."

Hendrik held my hand then kissed her.

"Cantil, I've been in love since I first saw you under the Trembesi tree. Your beauty fulfilled my delusion throughout my life of a charming woman. Your eyes are like the fourteenth month. When you blink, your eyelashes are like an open veil of heaven. I see that peerless beauty in your eyes."

I don't know what he said was sincere or mere seduction to make the night feel warm. As a woman who is paid to please her I retaliatoryly.

"I'm not as good at stringing words like you. But the reason I was attracted to you in the first place was because you reminded me of the telenovelas I used to see as a child. The skin is mature, the body is stocky, thin," I said as I traced his chest with my fingers.

I was surprised, but tried not to show it. Hendrik's words just hung in the air for a moment.

"How is that going to happen?" She's married. I'm afraid to be a second wife, then compete with a rich first wife.

"Say yes, and then we get married. Don't think about anything else. If you don't want to, I'll find another woman who wants to."

"You don't have to answer it now."

After saying that, Hendrik lifted my body. He kissed me on the neck. That's when this view was fixed on the second floor balcony. It turned out that a tanned woman was standing there. Not so visible on his face, but obviously he was looking at us.

I haven't had time to ask that Hendrik has showered me with kisses. Next I did the task of making this man happy like the nights that had passed. In between our activities I glanced at the balcony. The woman was still there, not budging in the slightest.

3. Intimacy In The Pool