Mandatory Filled

Twelve

Dina tightened her denim jacket. Look around with doubt. Of course, tonight for the first time Dina set foot in a nightclub recommended by her classmates.

He is not alone, but with some friends who often visit here.

"Din, don't be nervous dong. Just relax, you will like a lot, I guarantee," said one of Dina's friends who dressed in mini, did not worry at all when the eyes of the men looked hungry at him.

Dina hesitated. However, soon he was happy to remember he really needed a release. Because after this, Dina promised not to reminisce and cry over the man.

Before long they entered the place, as soon as the dense aroma of liquor greeted his sense of smell, making Dina grimace and close her nose.

His gaze was fixed on the dance floor filled with many humans, moving according to the music that exists.

Dina's friends begin to split up and seek each other's pleasure. Dina who is still a layman decided to sit in one of the front seats of the bar table.

"Om" called Dina to a bartender opposite her. The adult man looked at him.

"Yes? Need something sweet girl?"

Dina slightly blushed at the compliment, as she nodded and said, "What's wrong here? Anget tea, is there?"

The man chuckled at Dina's question. "Unfortunately, there is no such drink. Ah yes, what's your name?"

"Dina, Om."

"OK, Dina. You came here for the first time?"

The girl nodded enthusiastically. "Kok, can you tell?"

"Because no one's ever asked you before about hot tea here."

Dina smiled shyly, she also regretted the question. I don't know, his stupid brain is too domineering.

"I'm sorry to serve other customers. Make yourself as comfortable as possible" said the man then passed by greeting other customers. Dina decided to stay in place, then smiled wryly. Though her purpose here was to have fun and forget her sadness, but somehow Dina felt a little regret for having set foot here. It feels like he has—

"Medically daydreaming, huh?" Reproach one of the men. Until Dina was surprised by him. Then, he looked over and smiled politely.

"No, Om."

"You want to go there? Dance floors?"

The girl then stared at the dance floor which was filled with people who moved to the rhythm. Dina wanted to, but was not confident because she could not dance at all.

"Why? You nervous?" Dina could only nod. Again, there are people who understand themselves. Are they psychic who know the heart of everyone?

"Try drinking this. Instantly you will forget about the problem you are experiencing," he said while thrusting a glass filled with yellow clear liquid. Dina clearly knew that it was a dangerous drink especially due to the giving of strangers. But when the man said that the drink was able to make him forget the problems he was facing, making Dina feel curious and accept the glass spoon.

Once, twice, three times and no longer counted how many times Dina drank. For him, the drink is a magical drink that is able to create a sensation of floating and calm. Making Dina obviously feel addicted, because this is what she really needs.

In the middle of his drunkenness, Dina could feel someone holding his shoulder like he wanted to pick it up and take himself away from there. Then the bartender said,

"Don't take him, man. The shop will be here any minute."

Dina is confused. What does it mean to be a charmer?

"I don't care! She's mine tonight" replied the man holding Dina's shoulder. The girl wanted to interrupt their words, but she was helpless. His weak body was not powered up and could only lean on the man who was wiping him.

"Look, he's coming!" Bartender. Dina tried to turn around and look at the 'sword' mentioned earlier. However, Dina instead saw Om Nico with a cold face typical of the man. The girl shook her head slowly, thinking she might be fantasizing. Or was he so longed that he imagined Om Nico was in front of him and drove out the man who was right by Dina's side.

"Why are you so drunk?!" It was also Om Nico's voice. Oh my God, stop this delusion.

"Gue had no right to deny him. After all, he drank of his own volition," defended the bartender. From the beginning he felt familiar with Dina. It's like looking somewhere or in a picture that someone shows. After recalling everything, he immediately contacted Nico.

Om Nico sighed tiredly. This girl, somehow could end up in this place drunk anyway. From now on, Nico had been holding back the curse that was about to slide from his mouth.

"Dina, we're going home now."

The girl only muttered indistinctly, but there was one sentence Om Nico could catch.

"Is this really Om Nico?"

"Yes Dina, it's me." He was prepared to lead Dina out, but the girl again held him back.

"Not coming home! Want to be here!" His cry while shaking loudly to disturb the balance of his body. "Om Nico is evil! I don't want to see Om Nico anymore!" Dina keeps ragging like a drunk.

"You're saying I'm evil, after I helped you from the previous?" Ask not to believe.

"Nico's Oms that are ********! About udah—"

Not yet Dina finished her sentence, she first fell asleep in the arms of a man who was much more mature than him. Om Nico clucked softly, then grabbed the girl and held her in front.

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