Playboys and Whores

-Tuesday 27/07/09. Evening.

I was invited by my aunt's cousin's niece to eat dinner outside at Lala Port, Toyosu, Tokyo. Baby is her nickname. She is 28 years old, single mother whose child lives in the Philippines with her mother. She's a whore. But a good kind of a whore. She's a kind, hard working girl and that evening, without telling me, she brought her customer/sponsor with her and had him treat us dinner. It felt rather uncomfortable knowing that this Japanese man, age 45, is married and had a daughter who recently committed suicide. But because of my love and respect for Baby, despite her profession as a whore, I remained calm and entertained them for two hours.

I actually pitied the man whose mother has a cancer and whose wife have been depressed since their only daughters' suicide. He needed Ate Baby, sweet and supportive, to forget his problems.

"Alam mo ba, two years ago, nung first time customer ko siya," Ate Baby explained, "naku, ang gwapo, gwapo niya. Pero ngayon, tignan mo naman nakakaawa siya."

Indeed, the poor man looked haggard and it made me wonder if I, as his wife will ever understand the depth of his suffering as well. I probably will not considering that our daughter had just died. If I were his wife and discovered that during the times of mourning, my husband was out entertaining two young women for dinner, I would probably demand for a divorce.

Still, he is a rich man. Even if I had wanted to, I am most likely to swallow my pride and stay with him. Besides his wife is just a house wife. She has nowhere to go. I pity them both: husband and wife.

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