Married Bad Boy
Equally tormented
Tired of crying for about an hour, Widya decided to go to sleep. The situation does not change even if it cries blood, therefore it stops for a moment. She has now changed her wedding dress in long pajamas. His hair he rolled over his head and he purposely wore glasses to disguise his swollen eyes.
Until that moment Azri had not returned. Widya didn't have to look for the man. He could not leave this room because he did not hear the door being opened or closed. He found Azri sitting on the balcony of the room overlooking the sea. The balcony presents a beautiful and windy view of the beach at night.
Widya was stunned to see Azri sitting on the recliner with a shirt that had been opened all the buttons, revealing his field chest. His black hair twitched in the night breeze.He wondered if Azri was not afraid of catching a cold with such conditions. He wanted to open his mouth, but was undone after seeing the man's expression.
Azri looks very sad. His empty gaze glared far ahead. The man was not even aware of his existence, immersed in his own world. Widya glanced at the bottle of wine that had already run out by half. He was stunned when he realized what Azri was drinking. That's Sherry, a type of wine that has a high alcohol content.
"You're not afraid your body will be damaged if you consume alcoholic beverages with such high levels?"
Then Azri turned his head, waking up after hearing Widya's voice. He snorted and gulped back his wine until it ran out.
"Why should you care?“ Azri melengos did not care. He poured his drink back into the glass.
Widya who could not let someone self-destruct in front of her immediately snatched the glass before Azri downed it again.
"Yes!" azri protest. Widya picks up her bottle of wine too before Azri reaches her. As a result, he awakens the sleeping lion in Azri.
"WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU WANT?!" angry shouting.
Widya doesn't care. He then threw the remaining wine in the bottle and in the Azri glass into a flower pot on the balcony.
Azri widened her eyes to see him. "Hey! Why did you throw it away!"
Widya turned to face him with a calm face.
"For you shall not drink it any more. Alcohol is not good for your health, you think your dizziness will go away if you drink this?" Widya brought the mouth of the bottle closer to her nose and grimaced because of the pungent smell of alcohol. "Uuuhh, even the smell is not good, let alone the taste. How can so many people taste this drink?"
"Therefore you shall not drink it. If you're angry or upset, I advise you to do something."
Azri only snorted when Widya went to pick something up and brought back two objects that Zavir used to play with. Widya put two things on Azri's lap. The man only gaped at the sacred object he last saw when he was ten years old. He quickly raised his gaze on Widya.
"What do you mean give me this?" Is it a baby? Azri does not understand why Widya gave him PSP and rubik.
"If you feel dizzy, play games on this PSP. If you feel angry, play this ruby."
"You think I'm an eight-year-old like Zavir?" fiercely not accept. Widya sniffed her shoulders.
"Even Zavir is more mature than you are" his dream of calm made Azri emotional. "Sleep, it's night, you can use the room. I'll sleep on the couch. You see the couch's pretty comfortable to sleep on." Widya glanced at the large sofa that was in the middle room.
Azri had not had time to protest again that the girl was gone. At first glance, he saw the girl's eyes were swollen despite being blocked by glasses. His attention then returned to the two objects that were on his lap.
"He thinks this thing can calm me down?"
His anger is not over yet. Now he finds himself considered to be the same as a snot boy. It seems like his life will be completely arranged. Look, not yet the girl has told him to stop enjoying his favorite wine.
"Look at Widya, the torture for you will only start tomorrow."
Azri throws the PSP and rubik Widya gives to the table and gets up. Tonight, he will let the girl be at peace in her beautiful dream.
Only tonight.
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