Love Girl Night

Tanktop and Mini Skirt

Clara. One of Fanya's friends who had been without news for a long time, finally contacted Fanya. Meet at a karaoke place.

"Gee, cool! It was finally Reno. When did it break?" ask Fanya after the cipika cipiki scene.

"Two weeks left. Preparation is still 75%. Doain is the best." replied Clara.

Clara picked up a glass filled with her favorite orange juice. Sipping until half a glass is left. Then pick up fresh watermelon pieces.

"I'll wish you all the best. May you and Reno always be happy. She knows you're coming here?" ask Fanya.

"No. I'm just saying, I want to go with you. Why say where am I going? It's not my duty, is it? It's not legal to be a wife." replied Clara.

Fanya enjoys fresh fruit. Occasionally observe Clara's style of clothing that is too sexy. Clara who was observed, felt uneasy on her own.

"Why see me that?" ask Clara.

"Father. Just think your clothes are too sexy. That's it." replied Fanya.

"It's the style of dress I've liked lately. Bodo is very much with public opinion and the surrounding community, I like my own style. The human right will do as long as it does not harm others." Clara said confidently.

"This must be the answer. Yaudah began to sing. I want to be a listener. My throat condition is no good anymore. Looks like inflammations. You're the one who sings!" pinta Fanya's.

"Yes" said Clara.

Not waiting for a long time, Clara chose a song to sing. There were many more sad ones that he chose. He sings with great passion.

As a good listener, Fanya enjoys the sweet voice of Clara. He did not expect, his best friend chose a sad song, when it should be a happy song. Remembering a happy day in the near future.

Two more hours, Fanya accompanies Clara who sheds her feelings by singing. Satisfied to spend time even though only participating as a loyal listener. Clara was so, her heart was quite relieved after singing.

"Yes already? What are we going to go home?" ask Fanya.

"I still don't want to go home. What if we're clubbing? Excite for sure!" bring Clara.

"Ah no!" reject Fanya.

"Why? Come, Fanya! Occasionally a gapapa. We go there to have fun. Not for a drink, right? Want huh? This is my last request as a bride-to-be. How's it?" pinta Clara pleaded.

"I don't know what the conditions inside the disco are like. Unless my husband goes there directly, I'm in. These are just ordinary women, yes, can not martial arts as well. Who will protect us later? Okay, we're not gonna get drunk. But you know for yourself, there are a lot of crazy people or acting crazy. There is no guarantee we will be safe there" said Fanya refused.

"Well, Fanya's not cool!" lamented Clara.

Suddenly an unknown person flushed Fanya with an alcoholic drink.

"Yeah....!!!" peekik Fanya was upset.

"Sorry yeah. My wife is drunk. He mostly drinks inside. Look, he's raving indistinctly. Please forgive him!"

"Hey, you could've apologized for that almost crazy person. Please teach your wife how to behave. Drunk but stupid don't! If you already know drunk, why not just drink the glass. Nyari aja. Look, my clothes are so wet. Where the smell of alcohol again. Is it natural for me to be angry?" exclaims Clara's angry.

"Sorry Mother. I'll fix this problem. I am prepared for material compensation if necessary. How much do you want to pay?" said the fat man who claimed to be the husband of a woman who was drunk.

Clara approached the drunk woman. It smelled the thick aroma of alcohol. The drunk woman who was half conscious, continued to fumble indistinctly. Sometimes laughing, then suddenly sad.

"Is this really your wife? How could it not be? Yes, her own husband got his wife drunk in a place like this. Trus the woman is not comfortable being hugged by you. Is this some kind of affair, huh?" asked Clara quietly in a quip.

"You want a wife or an affair, what's the difference? After all, he has given me abundant money. Free dong for me to take advantage of him. I have the right!" said the man.

Clara followed Fanya who rushed towards the toilet. Arriving at the toilet, Fanya cleaned her clothes affected by drinking alcohol.

"Well, want to be cleaned like how, still will not be clean if not washed. Where does it smell so bad. Fiks, I have to change!" exclaim Fanya.

"I brought a change of clothes. Put mine on yah!" tawar Clara's.

Fanya just nodded. Then Clara took out the tanktop following the mini skirt from inside her tote bag.

"Huh? Not wrong?" Fanya was dumb at once in disbelief.

"There's only this. Wear aja. Instead of wearing wet clothes and smelling alcohol. It's getting worse" said Clara.

With a forced look, Fanya grabbed the tanktop and miniskirt. He immediately went into the bathroom to change his clothes.

"It's not pantes to wear. Not my style!" moaning Fanya pout.

"Quiet down. Pantes! You look sexier you don't know." said Clara with a smile.

Clara pulls Fanya's arm. Fanya just obey. As they came out of the toilet, they passed through a narrow corridor between the karaoke rooms. Some pairs of eyes especially men, focused towards Fanya. Makes Fanya uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

"I'm going home, yeah. Not comfortable in a costume like this. I called Mas Sakti just to pick me up all your anterin." said Fanya who returned to the karaoke room.

"Judek. You wait here first. I'd like to order some more food. I went to the receptionist first. Don't go anywhere!" said Clara.

"Yes" said Fanya.

Fanya tried to contact Sakti to pick him up. Sakti who happened to be in a meeting not far from the location of Fanya, immediately headed to the place of Fanya. It only took less than half an hour, Sakti was already at the location.

"The thing!" call Sakti in a disappointed tone.

How not, he saw his wife in clothes lacking materials and surrounded by some strange men with perverted faces.

"Let's go home!" pull Sakti by gripping Fanya's wrist.

"Yes, but not too tight. My hand hurts!" fanya grimaced in pain.

"Dude, let him in here. Accompany us have fun. We will pay you a reasonable price. Believe me!" exciting guy in flannel shirt material.

"She's beautiful. Fits our taste. His body is good too. It's good to be a cocolan spend the rest of our night." said the man in a thick mustache.

'Ah, dammit!' bati Sakti whose emotions are boiling.

"Bugh, bugh, bugh!!!" Sakti blew his fist at the three men who were there.

"Mas.." said Fanya in fear.

Fanya just saw how angry Sakti was. Moreover, Sakti's eyes that have been reddened are filled with the fire of anger that is not small.

"So your mouths! I don't hesitate to finish you off!" serang Sakti threatened the three men.

Then Sakti pulled Fanya's hand back. Bring Fanya into the car. Fanya just follows Sakti with tears that have been shed.

There was Clara there. But when he wanted to go in and see Sakti hit the three men, he hurriedly found a safe place to hide himself. He was afraid to be the next target.