I packed my cosmetics into my handbag. Once again, I looked in the mirror, ”Already beautiful!” I muttered to myself. I am a transvestite. The demands of life made me this way, but actually, it wasn't just that; I also experienced trauma involving women.
At that time, I worked in the house of a tycoon. I was 14 years old. The event that traumatized me was when I was pruning bonsai in the backyard garden; suddenly, the madam called me. I rushed to her. The madam was sitting relaxed. She waved her hand towards me, and when my hand touched hers, she guided me to sit beside her.
”What are you doing?” she asked sweetly.
”I'm pruning the bonsai, madam,” I replied nervously, because the madam's hand had already reached a sensitive area and was going deeper and deeper.
”Perhaps the madam was lonely after the master left for a four-month voyage. But why take it out on me?” At that moment, I felt terrified, and the madam kept preying on me. I couldn't do anything; she kept toying with me.
My reverie was broken when I heard a knock at the door. ”It must be Rani,” I thought to myself.
Rani was my hangout buddy. We often hung out together, shopped, and a lot more. Actually, his name was Rony, but since he's now a transvestite, his name was changed to Rani. His life story was almost the same as mine, the difference being that his own aunt ruined his future.
”What took you so long, Grandma!” Rani snapped when I opened the door.
I led Rani into the house. As usual, she talked at length.
”You know what, Grandma, I just met a young guy, I swear he was so cute, you know!” She spoke so loudly that her curly hair messed up its styling.
”You, you didn't want to open the door quickly, if you had, you could have met that young guy!” She said again.
I just smiled and said, ”I'm not interested in young guys anymore. I already have a bronis!”
”What's a bronis?” She asked curiously, leaning her face forward.
”Sweet young guy!” We burst out laughing.
”Alright, Grandma, let's go! Otherwise, Uncle Moustache will leave again.” She said, carrying her handbag.
We arrived at the Night Club where we usually hung out. As usual, Uncle Moustache had booked a spot in the corner of the room. ”Hello, Uncle!” We rushed over, kissing Uncle Moustache. Actually, his name was Uncle Lukman, but because his mustache was thick and ticklish, we nicknamed him Uncle Moustache.
”Where have you been, Grandma, why don't you ever call me?” Uncle Moustache said, stroking my hair.
Indeed, I hadn't been hanging out for a week; perhaps Uncle Moustache missed me.
”What are we going to do now?” Uncle Moustache asked us.
”Well, as usual, Uncle, let's play engkek-engkekkan!” Rani said, jumping around.
”What's engkek-engkekkan?” I asked.
”Disco! But in…” She added.
Honestly, I was very tired tonight. Rather than serving Uncle Moustache, whose desires were big, I'd rather go home.
Finally, with a little persuasion, I managed to leave Uncle Moustache and Rani. Rani's face showed that she didn't understand me. Oh well, let it be; I was really tired tonight.
I lay my body down on the luxurious bed. I stared at the ceiling. I was lost in thought about myself.
”It seems I have strayed far,” I muttered to myself.
Actually, I really wanted to be a normal man, but I couldn't escape my current life. My reverie was broken when I heard the telephone ring in the living room.
”It must be Uncle Moustache,” I guessed to myself.
”Hello!” I spoke weakly.
”Alhamdulillah, you finally picked up, son!”
Huh, father and mother?!! How did they get my phone number??!!
”What's wrong, Dad?” I asked my father. My mother's voice could be heard behind my father, trying to speak to me.
”Listen, son, your father and mother have a plan. Your father and mother want to marry you off, son.”
In my silence, I was startled; how could I possibly marry a woman?
In short, my father and mother wanted to come to Jakarta to pick me up; they said they would arrive in 2 days. I told this to Rani, and she took it seriously but encouraged me to leave our world.
”Come on, Grandma, don't be scared! You can still get it up, right? I'll pray that you can live a normal life, and later if you meet me, we can still be friends, right!”
Rani's words and encouragement lifted my spirits to leave our current world. I admired Rani; despite everything, she had a great understanding.
Tonight, we spent the rest of the evening dressing up as beautifully as possible at our favorite restaurant. Occasionally, we teased the passing bronis-bronis. I wanted to spend this last night with Rani, because perhaps we wouldn't be able to meet again.
I arrived home around two in the morning. I didn't know anything because I was heavily drunk. I walked through the living room, which was unlocked for some reason. On the sofa, I saw my father and mother looking at me in confusion. I saw my mother shedding tears.
”Astagfirullahul ‘azhim!” My father cried out hysterically.
I told everything to my father and mother. I saw my mother still crying uncontrollably. She used her yellow shawl to wipe away her tears. At that moment, I didn't know what to do; perhaps due to the influence of alcohol, I became honest with my father and mother.
The next day, we returned to our village. My father promised me that he would take me to a paranormal in our village for treatment, and after I recovered, I would be married off.
On my wedding day, I saw my mother was very happy. She invited all relatives and local residents. In her smile, there was an underlying fear that all the guests would know that I was previously a transvestite. I felt the same way. I was afraid people would know, especially my beautiful wife. My wife was the daughter of the village head. I was betrothed to her because my father was a friend of the village head, and my mother said I had been betrothed since childhood.
We lived happily in the beautiful village. Currently, I have become a village head, and I have been blessed with a handsome son who looks exactly like me. I named my son Ali, and my hope is that one day he will become as brave as Ali Bin Abi Talib.
On a bright afternoon, I told Ali to play soccer with me and his friends. For some reason, Ali didn't want to. I forced Ali to play until he cried. Ali ran into my room and locked the door. I felt very guilty for making my beloved child cry. My wife persuaded me to apologize to Ali. And with a heavy heart, I rushed to my room.
In the room, I faintly heard Ali singing. He seemed very happy, but how could he be happy after I scolded him? Out of curiosity, I peeked at Ali through the keyhole. I was utterly shocked when I saw what I saw. Ali was wearing my wife's clothes with thick makeup and lipstick, posing like a fashion model in the room!!!