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CH-5 Tragedy

In the early games no one was drunk. Earlangga felt his head start to dizzy, he did not have a habit of drinking like this of course he would get drunk, glimpsed again the girl who was lying down on the couch, he felt unbearable, he was not, he must win so that the girl can be free.

Even though his head was not strongly dizzy, he was still willing to accept the challenge of Darren and his friend.

Josh and Nick who are used to alcohol are of course fresh fit, even the three friends Darren has started to get drunk, making Darren upset. They might lose and not get the car. He immediately glanced at Rendi. Cunning plans began to be made.

“How about the boss, the bule bule is still strong drink!” lamented Rendi.

Darren was immediately red-faced with annoyance and anger.

“That car should I get!” said it.

Suddenly Rendi whispered, making Darren smile. He remembered the package he had prepared for his friend, it seemed like he had to use it or he was going to lose.

“Glass, glass, glass!” panggail Rendi to a waiter who immediately gave 6 glasses. His friend Rendi took the empty glasses that were on the table.

Glass glass bar was directly held by his friends Darren who immediately filled it with drinks, do not forget three glasses given something intoxicating and then given to Earlangga and his two friends.

The game is getting hotter, they still keep drinking their spit is not strong anymore. Earlangga and his friends had started to get drunk and lost consciousness, of course because Darren put in something that made them forget themselves.

“New glass!” said a waiter giving glasses to Rendi.

Hearing the gentle voice of the maid, Josh glanced at her. He saw the waiter so beautiful just immediately interested, while coughing and staggering just got up.

“Hei Beautiful miss! Friend me!” call Josh while continuing to follow the waiter, ignoring the people around him.

Darren and his friends immediately laughed at him. Likewise with Nick, who turns out he has hit the woman who passed by him.

Earl fell to the couch. Dareen smiled winning, he approached Earlangga and checked his pocket, took the car keys and then pointed at his – friends who immediately cheered.

“We got the car!” exclaim Darren on Rendi.

They flocked out of the club cheering, while the three friends who took part in the challenge had started to get drunk and fell to the floor.

Earlangga held his head that felt heavy, his hands flailing to the sofa.

“Josh! Nick” calls him, he tries to get up looking for his friends. The hair next to him.

“Josh! Nick!” call him unconscious.

Earlangga's hand turned the figure nearby, until the body fell on the floor.

“Josh!” call him, looking at the figure who now looks his face among the dim light.

“You're Josh? Nick's? Why are you so beautiful?” ask Earlangga who is already under the influence of drinks and drugs given by Darren.

“Nick! Let's go home! Josh!” the Earlangga Panggail, while pulling the lying body.

“Let's go home Josh!” Earlangga pulled the body closer.

“You slept like this how do we get home?” lament Earlangga, with a stagger he memapah the body so as to stand upright.

“Street out! Way out!” earlangga said to a bodyguard who passed around bring Darren's friends who were drunk was dragged out of the club.

“There!” show me the bodyguard.

With a heavy step while dragging the body that Josh or Nick thought, Earlangga headed in the direction that the man pointed. His steps entered the hallway in confusion.

“Josh, Nick, where is this?” muttering in confusion, he began to cough and vomit alcohol from his mouth.

A pair of men and women were laughing out of a room.

“My head is dizzy Josh!” he muttered and pushed the body into bed.

Brugh! Earlanyang fell on the floor.

“Josh! Nick!” call him again but his friends no one says.

Earlanga's hands flailing, he found a foot dangling above him.

“Your feet are so smooth Josh! Nick! You shaved your leg hairs?” he said, back groping the legs were getting up while trying to get up. His hands continued down that leg.

“It turns out your clothes are like women's clothes,” said Earlangga while trying to get up and brugh! His body fell onto the bed beside the figure, touching the other body parts of the figure.

Earlangga tried to see Josh in his hazy vision.

“Why are you so beautiful? You plastic surgery to be a girl?” muttered. His hands were still tracing the body of that lying figure.

A bodyguard who patrolled into the hallway looked at the open room. He saw the figure of a man with a woman on the bed and closed the door.

The night was getting late, Earlangga's memory and consciousness were getting out of control. His hand that was traversing the woman's body cast the shadows of beautiful women popping up in his mind, his desire for men increasingly appear uncontrollable, no longer recognize who is with him, no longer recognize who is with him, he vented his desire on that unconscious lying figure.

A few hours later…

The figure beside Earlangga groaned in pain and began to twitch weakly, feeling his head ache, not just his head but his body as well. He felt a coldness that touched his skin as if he were undressed, he also felt a pain between his legs. He went back to grimacing in pain.

He tried to move slowly, his body felt trembling, making him wonder what happened to him. It felt again the cold wind of his body, he also folded his hands in his chest, he was immediately shocked when he felt that he touched another part of his body.

He tried to wake up and open his eyes. As his eyes opened and his consciousness recovered, he cried out in shock. He immediately woke up with his pale face, looking at his unclothed body, his lips instantly shaking so nervously. Seeing the figure of the sleeping man lying face down beside him was also not dressed.

As if struck by the afternoon during the gap to see the reality in front of him, let alone the red color of the white dysprei was enough to answer everything.

“No, no, what happened?” he murmured, with tears dripping directly on his eyes.

He touched his unclothed body, and he cried. He saw the man who was face down, who only showed the back of the man. No, he didn't want to see his face.

“What has happened to me?” he murmured sadly and he cried as if he had bowed his face on both knees folded.

“You are noisy,” the voice of the man speaks.

The girl who was none other than Valerie gasped in shock and stared at the figure. The man started moving.

Valerie looked at the closed door. What's he supposed to do now? The unknown man had desecrated her. What if the man wakes up and forces her again?

With a broken heart he grabbed the clothes that were pounded on the floor and immediately put on them even though he still felt all parts of his body ache. Looking at the now stained bed sheet, his heart grew more sick than the pain felt by his body.

With a slow step and a trickle of tears he came out of the room. Walk fumbling the walls down the hallway, not knowing which way to get out. His footsteps seemed to drift with a feeling of emptiness in his soul.

Finally found a way out, Valerie out of the club that is still crowded visitors, but she did not see Darren, the man had handed it to others had treated her like trash. He intercepted a taxi that had just taken his visitors.

With a lethargic step Valerie entered the taxi, mentioning the address of Nisa's family home.

Arriving home, Valerie immediately entered the bathroom in her room, sitting under a shower that made her soaked with clothes attached to her body.

The girl cried, bemoaned her fate, her future shattered in the hands of an irresponsible man. Someone he didn't know why the man was so willing to desecrate him.

Again appeared the shadow of the man who slept face down without clothes, he also returned to cry as if rivaling the sound of the swift water dishower. His body hurts, his heart hurts, his soul hurts. She did not know who the man was, she did not want to see the face of the man unwilling!

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Readers ..love story Earlangga just started yes.sorry if less sreg with the story, cos there is no mood to be funny with his condition like this, so, it was a novel to write on another field called Two red lines.