Honey was 19, beautiful, young, fresh and tantalizingly sexy, a real succulent beside the old homegrown weeds of bored housewives.

When Karisma welcomed Honey – a best friend she made on the first day of her freshman year at university – into her home, she had unconsciously set fire to her quiet house life.

For Karisma’s father, 52-year-old Harris, had secretly been nurturing an obsession towards younger women: he was secretly obsessed with those Japanese porn starlets from all the DVDs he got in the bronxy Glodok. And Honey never had a father – all her life she had always been missing and longing to have just one dad, a fact that led her only too often towards underage prostitution she started in high school. Honey had always been a mistress to many old men, men who were old enough to be her father.

The perfect pervert met the perfect little slut.

Shortly after she got introduced into Karisma’s house, Honey and Harris started a turbulent affair – what was actually intended to be casual sex sessions quickly turned out to be a horrid love liaison. Honey was pregnant with twins – yes, a 19-year-old chick is normally (and usually) fertile. And yes, men can still impregnate women until they’re 70 or 80.

Harris left his wife of 33-year-marriage and their four teen-to-adult kids. To be with someone 33 years younger. To say fuck off to all the family life they had built for more than three decades. Love rusts somehow.

Karisma’s family lived in my neighborhood a few years ago and the affair was much talked about. For months and months, women would gossip about the affair over morning teas and toasts, latently warning their husbands, and men innocently dreamed about that hot ass who took away the father of a family.

Years after, I still remember what happened to Karisma’s family after her dad took off with her own best friend: they went bankrupt, for over a year they couldn’t even pay the bills – electricity and water were cut off, as well as the phone lines. At the end, they had to sell the big house they were living in, moved to some far, far away suburbia where it’d take you hours to reach downtown Jakarta, and we’ve never heard from them since.

Fellow girls out there, please listen, and think again, before you become some married man’s mistress, before you wreck a home, think again, listen to your heart, tell yourself about the karma police, what goes around comes around. Don’t be such a selfish bitch!