Let go of me, Young Master!

Go away

Ranti peeked at what was going on with Gea and Mrs Ami. As soon as his employer left, Ranti immediately came out of hiding. He picked up the envelope because it was his right to work here, but he also felt his pride torn to shreds just because he was poor then Mrs Ami never condoned his relationship with Mr Zidane.

"Gea, I'm sorry Ma'am." Ranti bowed as she picked up the envelope. Without feeling our eyes are so hot and remove clear circles from his eyelids.

"When are you still angry with Ranti?" mbak Ranti asked increasingly feeling guilty after Gea did not answer his words.

"No Ma'am maybe this is already the path of destiny that Gea must live at this time." Kayak tried to get up from his seat and leave the living room.

Ranti followed Gea behind her.

"Gea, I'd like to apologize to you for making your relationship with Mr. Zidane this way." Gea stopped his steps for a while then turned to look at Mbak Ranti who was right beside him.

"I mean Ma'am?" Actually Gea already knows if who reported to Madam Ami must be Mbak Ranti but he still has no evidence and he just guessed without being able to accuse Mbak Ranti was the culprit.

"It's been Mbak everything has become mush anyway I'm sure if the goods are not ordered by madam Amien will certainly never do everything," said kia trying to be mature even though her heart was so sick. But it hurts even more when their families are thrown out of the contract which in fact they never wait for pay when he has worked in the place of Mr Zidane.

"Mbak Ranti take good care of herself here and remember we are always friends" he said, embracing Mbak Ranti's shoulder and then crying bitterly there. As a fellow woman means feeling more guilty even she wants to hold back this place but here is not her power and now she can only cry while mourning the departure of one of the best friends in the world the House of Mr Zidane.

Suddenly, a thunder that ate Gea's ear immediately grabbed her suitcase and bag to get away from there. Because it was night he ordered a taxi online to deliver it to his boarding house.

*

Mr. Zidane entered a nightclub accompanied by several business colleagues and friends.

"Hello bro finally lo out too," said one of his close friends to the shoulder of Mr. Zidan with a little hard.

"Once more than at home the fight continues to be as exciting," replied Mr. Zidane casually.

"Makanya you hunted marriage let no one recokin your life including nyokap you." The sound of music the more the night is heard the more it breaks the eardrum. That's it but the aroma of alcoholic beverages and cigarette smoke adorn the dark tonight.

As in general, Mr. Zidane drank about two glasses so he felt stressed due to pressure from his mother, and he did not want to part with Gea. At the moment Mr. Zidane does not know what is happening to Gea because Gea's phone was not picked up when he called.

While enjoying cigarettes and drinks, Mr. Zidane was visited by women who wore mini-dresses with a little menor makeup but still looks beauty on his face.

"Ganteng Night, all alone?" the question immediately sat on Mr. Zidane's side without making small talk asking for permission first of course such treatment makes Mr. Zidane feel uncomfortable he shifted his seat to the side.

"Who do you know by name?" A modal like this will certainly spend a bag that is a lot of tonsi and does not want to imitate such a woman and then she goes down to the floor to ngedance for a while.

"Ih arrogant very just invited acquaintances do not want to," grumbled the woman slammed the cigarette in his hand.

"Bro, when are you coming back?" ask Zidane's friend.

"I'll be back soon." Zidane is cool with his world is now back to add drinks until tonight he runs out about 6 cups of cocktails. It's incredible because usually Mr Zidane never tasted such a drink.

His head was a little dizzy and his vision began to blur. The brewer had forbidden Mr. Zidane to add more but because he was hit by stress then the court master still forced the barista to concoct drinks to him.

One of Mr. Zidane's friends came to the barista earlier.

"Sir, it seems your friend is so drunk that I don't dare make another drink." He nodded and then pulled Mr Zidane out of the club.

"Gea, I don't want to part with you I want to continue with you." So excited while continuing to stagger.

With a high sense of solidarity friends and business colleagues Mr. Zidane was driving Mr. Zidane's car to drive him home.

"Re, don't take me home just take me to the apartment." Although drunk but Mr. Zidane still remembers if the house certainly Gea will feel shocked to see his state of unconscious and disheveled with clothes that are already irregular.

Re complied with Mr Zidane's request to bring him to his apartment. Re pity to see Mr Zidane's condition is not okay.

Re carries a car at high speed let alone a grand final city when the streets night feels empty, he feels like the king of the streets.

In the middle of the journey, Mr. Zidane continued to fumble unclear and only mention the name Gea.

"Gea, I miss you" said Mr Zidane as if he was with Gea.

Re became amused because Mr. Zidane's hand did not remain silent.

"Eh, Bro, it's me Re." Re tried to dodge Zidane's hand so as not to curl around his neck. But because of the conditions affected by alcohol, still Mr. Zidane does not heed if it is Re.

"Bro, once again you hug me, don't care if I take you down on the road." Re looked at Mr Zidane sharply to lower his hand from the young man's neck.

"Gea, do you want to fight with me?"

"Woah, this bloated man." Re immediately increased the speed of his car to get to the apartment even faster because he was uncomfortable with the hands of Zidane who constantly loved Re.

"Gea, I love you!" mr. Zidane's cry deafened Re.

"Bikin rusuh aja you once drunk already make me stress." Re shook his head.