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Broken Angel's

At home, Wendy still feels a little nauseous in her hangover phase. He had time to vomit the contents of the stomach because when in basecamp he again took out one more bottle of drink.

His sister then scolded him, he was used to seeing his sister coming home after drinking with his friends.

"Lu if you don't drink most dong! Just spend the money!" Snapped by her brother Wendy, she was not at all worried about Wendy's current condition.

Wendy was lying on a chair, resting her body that had felt sore on the shoulders and shoulders. The headache he felt too. The effect of alcohol neutralizes the sensitivity of its nerve function, so that when in basecamp, it does not feel anything. In any position his body felt a feeling that was not so much different.

"Gue again sprain. I don't know what I said to Brian." Wendy was pondering, but she was lazy to remember it again.

Flashback on basecamp:

"Haha.. mushy anjir, I can penetrate the wall!" Anang seemed to be happy, he laughed while hugging the wall. Though the wall was not at all soft and impenetrable as he said.

While Gilang, he did not look much to say and only said when there was a voice. But Wendy, she just kept downing her drink. The intention of his heart coming here actually just wanted to let go of all his irritation.

Just yesterday, Wendy came to Wita's house. He who had wandered out of nowhere turned out to have just returned home. But, when Wendy comes there she looks busy with her street friends.

They look shabby, wear punk-style clothes with pants that have broad knees. Wendy was not interested in such an appearance at all, she did feel disgusted, but if it was attached to Wita yes how else? Slowly but surely, now Wendy can accept it.

But what happened? Wendy heard for herself that Wita was actually tired of dating her. When Wendy was in disbelief, she just turned her body around and looked at the words alone.

The woman he had known for a long time, the first time they met he had promised not to leave her. It all started with the story of his father, who ended his life because he was left behind by his wife.

Wendy could not say what, her family was destroyed and all that was left was her older brother. Hate towards women was indeed blindly, he regretted having been conceived and born from the womb of a woman.

But one day he was dreaming. His father came and hugged his two children. He said not even if they hated women. All women are not the same, among them there are those who have hearts as soft as silk.

Whether it is real or just flowers to sleep, but from there Wendy can think that it has a point as well. He knows that everyone is different, has different traits and behaviors.

So, from there Wendy who had hated women began to soften and actually loved women very much. He will continue to look after her until it no longer happens the same thing as his parents.

After hearing Wita who said that, his mind went everywhere. He did not tell it to his friends at all because he already knew for sure what the advice of his friends.

Break up, yes, that's what they're going to say. Therefore Wendy could only dwell and borrow temporary happiness from bottles of liquor.

When drunk he was much of an obscure crochet. Either talking about Wita or what, but after that he approached Gilang who was silent and considered him as Brian.

"Yan, are you intentionally telling me the same Yuna?" Said Wendy while looking up at Gilang.

Brian who is still conscious of absorbing the words of Wendy, he was not drunk too much because of fear the effect will continue to carry over until he got home.

After that, Wendy turned back away and downed her drink. Brian just sat down to finish his drink. He let Wendy because after that Wendy raved no longer clear.

Although disgusting can only sleep after a mild hangover, but Brian also felt bored to see the sight of them acting strange. If only he had brought his phone, he would have recorded it and shown it when they were aware later.

After a long time there they began to become self-conscious, but the feeling of dizziness and blurred vision was still somewhat pronounced.

"Bro! The story is how you were at the same time as Yuna. Ngesex right?" Anang spoke recklessly while patting Wendy on the shoulder. He was still curious about the original story even though Brian had told it.

"Gue?" Ask Wendy.

"Yes, you."

Some time Wendy was confused, whether she heard it or not but it made Anang tired of waiting.

"Woy! You're not fucking?!" Said Anang ngegas. Wendy looked like a dazed person, before long she replied.

"Hhhh, my father knows it too." Said Wendy feeling connected and right. He was weak and lazy to answer.

"Well?" Anang wonder, what does it mean Wendy brought her father's name? Wendy's father died a long time ago.

Considering his father Wendy, Anang did not dare to ask again. He thought Wendy was thinking about her father, so he just tried to get back to resting his improved mind.

For a few hours they stayed there, all conscious, but they were still waiting for Wendy's consciousness to ride her motorcycle. But suddenly...

"Hukk!"

While waiting, Wendy vomited on the spot instead. It looks like it would be dangerous if he was the one riding his bike. Then Brian said that he was the one who would take over the wheel.

"Well, can you?" Said Gilang worried about his life.

"Can, just calm down. The hunt's up." Brian is able to ride a motorcycle, but the expertise he got when he was in the 12th grade.

"Ah, you don't be kidding, ntar we're even nyungseb again." Anang felt disbelief.

Then Brian turned on his motor, pulled the gas and drove at normal speed. It's really real, he can still ride the bike smoothly, it feels like Brian is still in the dream.

Everyone was shocked in disbelief. All they knew was that Brian could not drive at all, because they knew that his mother was very protective of him.

Directly they brought Wendy whose body was still weak. Her clothes were slightly vomited, but luckily Wendy took off her jacket before drinking. So the jacket was re-worn so they wouldn't feel contaminated.

All the trash is packed, put back in Wendy's backpack. Let it be a gift for him to take home, Wendy really likes to collect bottles of his drink.

Meanwhile, his vomit was left alone. They were disgusted and Wendy could not clean it up by herself either. After handing Wendy over to her brother, they disperse to their respective homes.