Liberoses
#13: Tragedy
I took an empty glass and filled it with the red syrup. I gulped it down slowly, letting my esophagus feel the coldness of the syrup.
Ah, this is better than being stale. I murmured in my heart, before then gulped the syrup down to the toilet.
I refilled the syrup and gulped it in half. I played the glass with the syrup and looked around.
Real crowded. People are formally dressed, are they all businessmen? Just deserve.
“Kaylina?” The familiar voice broke my daydream, I turned, found Franklin there. Holy hooch! Mr. Franklin.
“Ah, Mr. Franklin.” I said politely while facing the man. He smiled formally.
“You're Mr. Davila's wife. Don't call me Mr.” Franklin said he gulped something clear in his glass, Vodka.
“Ah, no—”
“Mr Franklin, yes?” Davila stood behind me. His hands are around my waist.
“Ah, Mr. Davila.”
They talked long enough. Formal sentences, which tend to be stale bases.
“About Jeffery,” Davila paused his words for a moment, he took my glass and sipped the syrup to the toilet.
“I'm sorry.” Davila. Sounds scary, he smiled vilely. Then give me that empty glass.
“Iya, sir.” Franklin said, he gulped down the Wine in his bottle to the toilet.
I'm so sorry. Why did he feel depressed for three days? It should have been more. That must be fun. In silence, Davila sat down, he smiled vilely.
“I say goodbye first, Mr.” Franklin walked away. Davila nodded slowly then looked at me, and touched my shoulder.
“Are you cold?” Davila. Her warm breath touched the surface of my face. He almost took off his suit if I didn't hold back.
“No.” I cut Davila's movements. The guy raised his head.
“Ah, you didn't see your friend? I'll wait here.” I let go of his hand. Davila took my hair, and put it behind my ears.
“Get yourself.”
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I don't know how much to refill the syrup. I'm bored.
Davila was still serving some of the people who asked her to talk about it.
I smiled a little, Davila's face was cute.
It wasn't easy, being Davila... I muttered, sipping the Syrup.
“Hi miss, are you alone?”
“Uhuk uhuk!” I tried to swallow the remaining syrup in my throat. The guy in formal clothes was approaching.
“No.” I reply indifferently. Putting my glass rough on the table. Makes a pretty loud twang sound.
Davila.
“Come, how much do you need to spend a night with me?” The guy teased. His mouth that stinks of alcohol makes me uncomfortable.
******** this, does he think I'm that cheap?
“No sir. Please stop.” I pushed him, the guy looked at me in disbelief from top to bottom. He approached and stroked my shoulder.
Plaque! I slapped that guy. The insolent!
I walk fast. Approaching Davila, looking for the Light Blonde haired guy among the sea of humans.
Bruk! I subconsciously hit someone's back.
“Davila, Davila.. T—please me.” I subconsciously hugged Davila's back. The guy turned around. Swiping my sweaty forehead, scared.
“There's someone, d—dia, harassing me.”
What's?! Davila clenched her jaw in anger.
“What did he do to you?” Davila took off her suit. Put it on my body. Closed my body.
“Dia—dia, asked how much money I would need if she wanted to spend one night with me—” I said softly trembling. Holding Davila's shirt.
“And he touched my shoulder—Davila.” I vibrate. Davila clenched her jaw in anger. Eyes shiny. Very creepy.
“Itu—D—dia.” I hid behind Davila's body, the guy turned around, found the guy. Davila shook my hand, staring at the man.
“Mr Edward? What are you looking for?” Davila hissing. The brown-haired man turned his head, with a formal smile.
That was the guy! ********! My heart in my heart. Squeeze Davila's hand tightly.
“Ah, Mr. Davila. I'm looking for a woman. The woman I'm going to wear tonight.” The man spoke without sin. Davila smiled Smirk.
“Oh yes? Sounds fun.” Hiss Davila cynical. He looked at the guy in front of him.
“I have one project idea, would you like to cooperate for this project?” The man named Edward rounded his eyes in delight.
“Sure sir,”
“Let's talk about this outside.” Davila pointed to the small garden behind the hotel. The man named Edward stepped up first.
Davila turned her body. He rubbed my cheek gently.
“You stay with Hans. Don't go anywhere, follow Hans.” Brisque Davila slowly.
Hans was standing behind me. He took me away.
“Mari, miss.”
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Davila sat in one of the chairs. He took a glass containing Vodka and gulped it rough to the toilet.
I sat still. From above. Hans told me to stay quiet upstairs. And let Davila talk to the guy.
I can see both of them clearly. Hans gave me a Bluetooth Wireless Earhook, he said it was connected so he could hear Davila, and Edward talking.
“About the project, I'm still not sure I can cooperate with you.” Davila fizzed slowly, like a snake. Edwar rounded his eyes Gawat!
“Master, I promise this project will be safe when I participate.” Edward is still trying to convince Davila.
“Oh yes?” Davila gulped her Vodka down the toilet. Sluggishly slammed the glass glass.
LAD!!
I'm shaking upstairs. Hugging my own body. Fearful.
“Forget a job.” Davila rose from her seat, Edward who was already trembling in fear gulped down her saliva.
“Come fight.”
“Sorry, sir?”
BUGS!
Edward held the corner of his bloody lips. He looked at Davila confused.
“I've helped you to keep your company from going bankrupt, but this is your reply?” Lirih Davila in Edward's ear. The guy shuddered not understanding.
“I don't like yours being touched by others.”
