The Moaning Mongolian Lady (M2L) -- part2 of trilogy

and again: inspired by true event)

F***! I shouted vaguely as I opened the glass door and saw the moaning lady and empty space besides her—as if it was dedicated for me. That night, the class was already started and I was late consistently on the second part of sun salutation. I put the mattress unwillingly besides her, and I swore again in heart. “Shit, not again.”
Ok. I’d be gentle and as I follow my lovely instructor, I kept saying to myself to accept the reality: two weeks in a row that moaning lady was besides me in a yoga class. And that night was the real challenge for me to leave every noise, and I won’t even open my eyes. Sure, I already get used to its movement so there shouldn’t be any problem.
So I close my eyes, feel the energy and I guess it works because I could focus, and the lady was in a total silence. I open my eyes slightly, sneak on her suspiciously, she looked calm, and there’s something on her that really different (I couldn’t figure out that soon).
But, why she didn’t moan? I started to curious after several minutes. As I practice my crawl pose, I wonder what was happened to her and where did the moaning voice go? Is there something terrible happened to her throat? I was strangely loosed my concentration worst than last week, when she moaned clearly. I keep breathing and most of all the time I keep my eye upon her, totally looking for any voice from her. But, I couldn’t hear anything, not even a sigh, or when we reach some difficult pose she just in her silence.
I was thinking that it was actually normal to moan when we doing sport instead of sex. I feel guilty to have such a dislike feeling on her, and now when she didn’t moan anymore, I feel kind of missing it badly that I couldn’t find balance when I did my Arda Banda. I fell, my nose was the first touching the floor. Luckily, nobody laugh.
As the session over, I put my bottle and had a drink. I still keep my eyes on her. She still at her lotus pose, the eyes still shut, breathing deeply, until nobody else was on the class. I lay my body on the floor, staring at the ceiling, and for some unclear reason, waiting for her.
She open her eyes, looked at me, smile slightly. I wake up, get close to her. She put the mattress on the cabinet, when I asked her. “Why didn’t you moan tonight?”
“What?”
I never hear such a very strange accent like that even in a short word.
“You looked very calm tonight, and why you didn’t moan tonight?”
“What do you mean? What’s moan?” she asked.
“You know the voice, maybe you produce it unconsciously. But tonight you didn’t produce any voice at all.”
We paused for seconds.
“Last week I was beside you too, and you moan.”
“I don’t think I understand. Listen, if you want to continue this conversation, please wait up at the lounge. I need to get shower now,” she said.
“Sure,” I answered truthfully.
I got shower, dried my body, and gone to the lounge, to find the lady was reading a magazine. She put her gym bag as she saw me. She walked in front of me, headed to the elevator. She walked too fast, I could hardly follow her. When the elevator door closed, I asked her,” where do we go?”
“To my apartment.”
“What?” I asked her.
The elevator opened. We arrived at the basement. I still confuse watching her walk so fast. “Hey,” she shouted. “You said you want to continue the conversation?”
“Yeah.”
“So, come on.”
I had my motorcycle parked on the other side of the basement, but I couldn’t refuse her. So, I left it, and enter her car. She drove her car in moderate speed, the car was a luxury, she must be so rich or her husband is a very successful businessman or something.
“You know what, I had my new haircut.”
“Ohya? That’s why you looked different today.”
She smiled, and put the safety belt as we exit the mall. “Please wear your safety belt. It’s very important.”
So, I wear the safety belt.
I feel so awkward to be in a lady’s car, and I didn’t drive her, but she looked okay.
“Maybe I colored my hair next week, since I am single, I am as free as birds,” she said.
“So you’re single?”
She nodded.
“I am sorry,” she said regretfully. “Such a manner. I haven’t introduce myself either.”
“Me too. My name is Ricky.”
“I am Lan.” She grabbed my hand.
“What?”
“My full name is not Lan. But since people could hardly recall my full name, so I just introduce my nickname.”
I looked at her, and her sparkling eyes.
“How old are you?”
“21. You?”
“I am 37. Bit old, huh?”
“Not really.”
“Are you married?”
I shook my head. “No, off course not,” I answered.
“Any girlfriend?” she asked.
“No. it’s complicated.”
“Why it is complicated?’
I sighed. “The thing is when I like a particular girl, that girl don’t like me. But when some girl like me, that’s when I didn’t feel kind of chemistry with her.”
I sighed again. “That was happened too many times.”
“Poor Ricky.” She said with a glance. “Maybe it’s not the time. I think you are quite cute, there must be many girls attracted to you. Just don’t be too picky.”
And then I realized that I was with a stranger in her car. Talking about my private life, which didn’t happen everyday. I don’t have any idea where she would drive me. She could be some lunatic who collect skeleton.
“So, Miss Lan. Where you from?” I asked her when we arrived safely at her apartment. I sat on sofa, watching some cable, and she got me some drinks.
She put the soft drink on the table and grab one. She sat next to me, I could smell her perfume. “I am Mongolian.”
“What? You kidding me?”
“What’s with your reaction?”
“I never knew someone from Mongolia before.”
“Now you knew one.”
“And I don’t even know that my country have diplomatic relation with yours.”
“We have.”
“Such an invention,” I whispered. “Actually, I knew someone from Mongolia. The famous emperor.”
“Which emperor?” Lan put a Marlboro between her lips and lit it. I just staring at her.
“Kubilai Khan.”
“Who?”
“The emperor who attack java on some war hundred years ago. It was on history lesson when I was an elementary student.”
I realized the lady was smoking red Marlboro, and I don’t even a smoker.
“What war? When did it happen? How can I don’t know anything about some Mongolian emperor who attack Java?”
“I don’t know. Maybe your government changes the history. They can do anything you know. “
She went on her second cigarette. I become nervous.
“Besides, I don’t have strong memory to recall dates. In fact, the only war I can remember is Diponegoro war that happened from 1825 to 1830. It’s kind of easy to remembered. The war only took place in 5 years.
“What war?”
“Diponegoro.:”
“Dipo what?”
“Never mind. When I was in elementary school, my dad gave me map, history book, encyclopedia, from there I know many thing including war, the winner of all England, history of Yuri Gagarin, Mars, and there were always a light competition with my friends to recall capital cities around the world, as much as we can. Hmmm, Is Ulan Bator still your capital city?”
She smiled. “Yes, it’s still.”
Then, I starred at her and smoking style, remind me to my fat uncle.
“What?” she asked.
“You smoke, and you smoke Marlboro Red. And I don’t even smoke. This is weird.”
“I know you don’t smoke.”
“How do you know?”
‘I just know.”
“But anyway, you’re remind me to Midori.”
“Who’s Midori? Your ex girlfriend?’
“No. She’s a…”
“Who is she?”
“She smokes Marlboro Red too”, I answered.
“But who’s Midori?”
“Never mind.”
“Don’t ‘never mind’ me. Do explain.”
“Midori is a girl from novel. Its Haruki’s.”
“Who is Haruki?” she asked lightly.
“Haruki Murakami. Japanese author. Very famous.”
She come to the third Marlboro. “I never heard about her.”
“Him. Haruki is a guy.”
“Oh.”
“Fine for me,” I said. “But i have a friend—his name is Ronald. He could kill somebody who didn’t know Haruki.”
“Kill me. Do you think I am beautiful?” The lady changed the topic—she doesn’t want me to control her.
“What?”
“Do you think I am attractive?”
I looked at her. She’s not that fat, she has oriental looks, and she reminds me to some Chinese badminton athlete. “Sort of,” I said.
And then she said I must be thinking she’s ugly.
I shook my head. We starred at each other profoundly for minutes.
“You live here alone?”
“I divorced. My ex husband was from Bostwana.”
“Wow, tonight I feel like in a geography class for some infamous country section. What’s next, grand mother from Liechenstein?”
She laughed.
“Am I funny?” I asked.
“Sometime. But you are cute.”
“I am only 21.”
“So what? Have you watched The Reader? Its Kate Winslet movie. It’s a love story about a boy who love a much older lady.”
“But its only a movie,” I cut her word. “Look, I got to go. My mom will start worry. I just want to ask a question.”
“Which one? You haven’t had enough? You asked so many question tonight. Don’t you realize?”
“Why didn’t you moan at the Yoga Class?”
“Oh that question.”
She stood. She walked to her room, and she came up only wearing a blanket. She stood in front of me.
“I saved it for now,” she said.
And she drops the blanket