The meet-up

We met up that week in Malaysia, specifically at a coffee shop which was apparently not far from her house. Malaysia was hot as I remembered.

We sat at the coffee shop and caught up. Christa was a voluptuous Filipina woman who had aged beautifully. Her wavy black hair was tied in a ponytail and was shiny as ever. Her olive complexion was sun-kissed and smooth. Clad in a canary yellow tank top and jean shorts that stopped just above her knees, she was able to relax despite the hot weather. I was happy I had made the trip.

Christa was also showering me with compliments. “So John, a handsome young man like you must have a beautiful girlfriend.”

I felt myself blush a little. “No, actually I’m single right now. I’d like to have a girlfriend but I don’t really have the time.” I paused. “But what about you! You look lovely, your husband is a lucky man.”

Christa's face fell. “Sadly, we divorced recently.”

“I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “No, it’s alright. I just live with Lia, another maid as a roommate.”

“I see.”

She began to smile. “John, I have something to ask you...”

“Please, go ahead.”

“John, if you don’t mind, I would like to take some pictures of you once we get back to my house.”

I shrugged. “Sure, why not?” I placed my hand over hers and grinned. “Do you want to go back now?”

She smiled softly. “Please.”

We paid for our drinks and she led me two blocks down to her house.