As he sat alone in the park, his mind sobbed again. He felt that his life was a lament. Love and lust were scaring him in the sorrows of his dark mind. Once upon a time, he was a lover, a lover who kissed and caressed love. Like an explorer in the enchanted land of feminine beauty, he wandered in search of the sweetness of love and lust. The smell of that earth made him intoxicated. He embraced love and rejoiced; he composed poetry of his frenzied passion on the cheeks of love, sealed the emblem of love on her lips with his teeth, and tickled the pleasure buds of her breast with his tongue. Love created waves of turbulence like an ocean wave that is overwhelmed by that feeling. In it the veins were awakened, and the desires were awakened. Life has become dynamic.
"Those were wonderful days." He whispered remembering everything. "But the time of evolution changed it, extinguished the light of joy, and led life into the darkness of despair. Today I am alone in that darkness. Where has that enchanted illusion gone?"
As he thought of his wife who had left him two years ago, his sadness faded and rage roared through his mind.
"Woman is the epitome of deceit. There is no love in it, only wild lust." He got up from there uneasily and started walking slowly. He looked angrily at the women he saw in the park.
"Satan's offspring. They cheat on someone. Poor men infatuated with this flower, pour out their love and live like fools." He told himself.
"Sir, your phone." Hearing a voice from behind him, he turned his face.
A girl, she laughed heartily.
"Sir, you left your phone on that bench." She held out the phone and said.
"I live forgetting myself. Thanks." He took the phone and gave her a smile.
"What's up? To live like this forgetting yourself?" she asked with a smile.
"Life is a game. When we fail in that, we forget the present and wander through sad memories."
"You speak like a philosopher." She looked at him with interest.
"Experiences make a thinker, right?"
"Could be. I can't tell you about it. I'm not that experienced. I am a student."
"Well, what's your name?"
"Ruby."
"Thank you again for your kindness."
"There is no need for that. When someone is happy because of us, it makes us happy. That is peace in life, right?"
"Very true. What do you do?"
"I am a high school student."
"What's your hobby?"
"Reading."
"Favorite book?" He just asked.
"Lolita."
Hearing that answer, he looked at her.
"Indeed. It is the book that impressed me the most among the books I read. Its divine love fills the mind indelibly." she asked pausing. "Sir, have you read that book?"
"I have read it."
"Have you seen that movie?"
"Seen the movie too."
"Don't you like that weird romance? A girl who loves a fifty-year-old man..!"
"They are all imaginations of devil-affected writers. Lies written to entertain people." He said without turning his face towards her. Then he walked slowly.
"Truths are often strange. We cannot absorb it quickly."
He turned his face. "What truth?"
"Love has no eyes, it is a blind emotion. I'm in love with a fifty-year-old. But he cheated on me."
Hearing that, he stopped walking and turned towards her.
"I told the truth." Then she showed him a photo from her phone. A photo of her hugging a middle-aged man.
He stared at the photo for a few moments.
"This devil has deceived me." She continued angrily. "Men are deceitful."
"It was the woman who deceived me, my wife."
"Then we are equally miserable. Can you help me sir?"
"How?"
"I must avenge myself on that devil."
He looked at her suspiciously.
"I will love you if you will give him a slap for cheating me."
"Who is he?"
"A cheater."
"How did he cheat on you?" He laughed.
She looked at that smile. "He left me and lives with his wife."
"Why did you love him who has a wife?"
"He was estranged from his wife. My presence comforts him when he wanders like a depressed man. I caressed him with love and took away his sorrow. I surrendered my mind and body to him. With that closeness to me, he came from the darkness of depression to a bright life and became happy. But eventually, he cheated on me."
He didn't say anything. Stared at her.
"Can you kick that devil for me?"
"What do I have to do with this game of yours?"
"If you help me, sir, I will love you in return."
"I don't believe in female love. My wife whom I truly loved left me. Love is deceit."
"Not all women are cheaters. There are good-hearted among women." She laughed.
He didn't answer. She then asked with a smile. "Do you hate lust even if you don't believe in love?"
"Lust is beautiful in love. Lust without love is like street lust bought at a price. I'm not interested in that."
"Then I will love you, sir."
"Should I hit your ex-boyfriend instead?"
"Yes, I must take revenge on that devil who betrayed me."
"After fifty, I am not the right person for your new love."
"Sir, can you give him one slap in the face in front of me, one slap, only one slap? That's enough. And I will obey whatever Sir says."
"I'm not ready for that." He turned away from her.
The next moment she grabbed his hand.
"I will keep my word. I will love you, sir. I can see the sadness of you who lives in despair due to your wife's cheating. Despair is darkness. Love can dispel that darkness. Give me a chance at that." She said in a whispering voice.
"I don't believe in any love. You need someone to exact your revenge. For that you offer love. I'm not interested in that."
The next moment she showed him another photo from her phone, a photo of her on the beach wearing a bikini.
"How about this photo..? Isn't it like Cupid incarnated on Earth? Don't you feel that the breasts of this cutie which is the spring of adolescence have grown more than the age? Don't you see the wind and the sea looking greedily at it? The wind kisses it and the sea caresses it. Formless ghosts come into the darkness and sing love songs by nibbling on their sweet buds. Don't you want to bite this exquisite fruit of lust?"
He stared at the photo.
His lustful aversion in his mind changed and his eyes brightened. His veins, numbed by despair, warmed at the sight. The emotion awakened the body cells.
She knew the sensation had awakened his body. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
His veins got stuck in it.
"Sir, I will come by your side as Lolita as you read in the story and saw in the movie. Sir, please fulfill this wish of mine."
A sigh came out of him as the emotion swelled inside him.
She smiled with satisfaction at that.
The next morning he reached the place she told him.
It was the way that the old lover of hers was going down for a walk. They both sat in the car watching him coming.
After a while, the lover came.
"Here he comes, go and give a punch to his nose, then a slap on the cheek, then a kick. That's enough," she said angrily.
He got out of the car.
The lover walked over to them.
At that moment she rolled down the car window. "Good morning Mr. Roger."
The lover stared at her without saying anything, then at him.
He stopped the lover. "Do you know her?"
The lover did not speak.
The next moment he clenched his fists, gave the lover a punch on the nose, then, as she said, a slap on the cheek, and then kicked the lover down. The lover fell on the road. The girlfriend sat down in the car, amused by it all.
"You cheated on her. That's what this gift is for." He said.
"I am her dance teacher. Besides, I have nothing to do with her. She told me to love her. I refused as I had no intention of going to jail for falling in love with a minor."
"Aren't you having physical contact with her?"
I have nothing to do with her. I finally threw her out of my dance school, who was constantly harassing me by telling me to fall in love with her. That's why she hates me.
"Is this all right?" He turned to her, who was sitting in the car.
"Before that I have one more thing to say." The lover patted him on the shoulder.
He turned around. At that moment the lover punched him on the nose. Not once, but two or three times. His nose was bleeding. Then as he did the lover slapped him on the cheek, both cheeks. Then he kicked him down.
"I understand that her watermelon made you very enamored. Idiot." Looking at him, who was lying on the road, the lover shouted and walked away.
At that moment he saw his car speeding away.
He couldn't even make a sound.
"How true it is that lust without love is the humor of the devil." Muttering thus, he lay down on the road.
He was lying on the road.