Have you noticed that we each has a colorful life? Take for example, the story of Argot.

Argot is one of those plain-faced ladies with supple and sumptuous bodies.  When she walks, those lustful neighbors salivate with how the hips sway and how her legs sparkle with smoothness.  One of them brags at how he will make her scream in ecstasy provided that a towel is available to cover her ugly face which is not ugly at all but plain.

Argot fell in love with one of the hunk neighbors who because of his ego entertained her obvious moves.   He was, to add insult to injury, is to be wed to one of the neighbors, too.  This, being all a secret to Argot.

Argot, one day, after months, was seen by her friend back to her brother’s house, looking bloated, or fat, if that was the more appropriate description.  A friend was not aware that she was conceiving that time.  Argot tried to abort the baby but it clung.

Argot gave birth to a cute baby boy who was denied by his father, that one who is one of the neighbors, and who is about to be wed.   But she gave birth, being a woman with no choice.  The baby died after a year because he was blue baby.  Argot left him alone in the house though she knows the baby will die unattended when he cries continuously.