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Old habits

After returning from the Hospital, Syahira did not go straight to his Grandmother's house. She and her friend Alma's doctor went to the disc. Syahira and Alma became Dj Sky and Dj Moon. They were invited to fill an event at the most famous discotheque in Jakarta.

"Al, I promise you, tomorrow I have an operation." Said Syahira who is currently installing a seat belt.

"Calm down Sist, we're just having fun." Alma is now stuck in gas and mobi is speeding up.

Arriving at the Discotheque, Syahira and Alma change their appearance. Now, no one recognizes that they are actually doctors Syahira and doctors Alma. Syahira now plays music, Alma plays beats and the party goes on.

"Drop the beat!" shahira said with spirit.

Some western songs played, making everyone there hypnotized to the point of being negligent with time. The night is getting late, on the contrary, the party is even more crazy.

"Everyone shake your body, let's dance together!" shout Alma.

"Yes!" Alma whispered to Shahira in the middle of the song.

"What?" ask Syahira.

"Look! There's a handsome guy. Lo pepet there, who knows what fits. Pretty good, you can move on from Edward." Alma did not know anything about Syahira's relationship with Shamir.Had to say that to Shahira.

"But I can't." Syahira.

"Oh, how bashful Shay, there's a hunt!"Alma pushed Syahira off the stage.

The bewildered Shahira continued to stare at his best friend's face while wondering.

"Psttt, Al, Al, what should I do?" Shahira gave the code to Alma.

"just enjoy with that guy okay." Said Alma.

"Okay Everyone, this song is only for you!" Alma now shouts at the crowd, making Syahira now lose contact with him.

"Basic Alma! Watch it!" shahira was upset.

"Hi!" suddenly the man approached Syahira. The man was wearing fashionable clothes with a hairdo that seemed disheveled. His hands were waved as if he was showing off his expensive watch.

"I know, I'm Steven. If you do not know me just for information if I am the son of the famous artist. You must be Dj Sky, right? I am very interested in your song. Nice to meet you Dj Sky." The man named Steven is now without hesitation to greet Syahira.

Syahira looked awkward, he immediately let go of his shaman. Syahira tries to stay away from the man named Steven. But the man was getting closer to him. The man stuck to Shahira throughout the party.

"Wine?" bargain Steven.

"No, thanks." Reject Syahira.

"Rifficult, if you want to drink a drink." Steven offered Syahira again.

"I said no means no." Syahira Regas. Now Shahira went away from the man.

"Hey, come on. Let me know you more." Steven tried to catch up to Shahira but could not, the crowd of people who were partying intercepted his way.

"Arrrgh." Steven inflamed.

Shane went back to the stage. With an annoyed face he approached Alma. Alma was still playing music and ignored the arrival of Shahira.

"Al, let's go home now!" syahira.

"What's? New party starts."

"But I'm already bosen. Let's go!" Shahira pulls Alma's arm.

"Wow, calm down Sist. Okay, we're taking a break. Yuk!" Alma took Syahira off the stage. The two of them then sat in a private room specially reserved for special guests.

"Whats wrong Sya? I am not usually rich in gini. I don't usually want to go home." Alma.

"I'm kesel Al. I don't enjoy the party." Syahira.

"Why? So overall why?"

"Behold," Alma then touched the forehead of Shahira.

"Lo is fine. Nothing's wrong." Alma.

"That's why I'm confused too, I feel restless without Al's cause." Syahira is now moody.

"Gue was surprised to see you, since you returned, you've changed a lot. You used to be late for work, now even the earliest. You used to be the most enthusiastic and enthusiastic if invited by the party, it was hard to be told to go home even until nginep here. Now, quite the opposite. Whats wrong with my Syahira?" Alma patted her eel.

The two of them are now daydreaming at each other.

"Aah!" Alma was suddenly shocked.

"What the hell is Al? You just want me to." Syahira.

"Wait here Al, don't go anywhere. Look out!" said Alma.

"Okay. What the hell do you want?" Syahira.

"So, wait okay." Alma then walked out of the room.

Alma soon returned with two glasses and a bottle of drink.

"This, this will help you to remove your stress or bad feeling." Alma then offered a glass to Shahira.

"No! I told you I don't want to mabok. Tomorrow I have Al's operation, lest I make a mistake just because of this." Shahira refused and gave the glass back to Alma.

"It's just amer Sya. Tomorrow you will be conscious again. Come on, I just don't have the heart to see that rich." Alma offered me the drink again.

"Sir Al, please." Reject Syahira.

"A little bit of it. Just a glass of doang, okay?" alma Goda.

Syahira was consumed by persuading Alma, he finally sipped the drink. At first it was just a sip. But over time Syahira and Alma spent a full bottle of the drink. After finishing the drink Syahira and Alma then staggered. They fell asleep in that private room. After a while, the disco officer walked into the room. The discotheque was closed. Alma and Syahira are then helped by the discotheque officers to get out. The disco officer then ordered a taxi for Alma and Syahira. After one taxi was booked for Alma, it was now Syahira's turn. A taxi car arrived shortly. Syahira was then helped into a taxi by the disco officer.

"Sir, please take Mrs Syahira to this address." the disco officer then gave the taxi driver a piece of paper.

"Okay, thank you so much." Said the driver.

After receiving apat from the discothecary the driver also drove his car. The driver now peeked at his passenger from the rearview mirror. Seen the half-conscious Shahira. Syahira laughed indistinctly and suddenly cried.

"Where's Ma'am going?" ask the driver. Intentionally the driver asked so, just to ensure the consciousness of the passenger.

"Ahahaha, the road is nice huh, lots of lights." Syahira raved unclear.

"Why did He do this?" suddenly the driver stared intently at Shahira from the rearview mirror.

"What?" Syahira, who was still half conscious, became shocked when she heard the words of the driver.

"We go home now Miss Syahira, tomorrow-tomorrow do not come there again, especially without permission from your husband." Said the driver, now he is back to focusing on driving.

Syahira suddenly cried. In his semi-conscious state, he was unable to recognize who the driver was. Syahira even raved unclear. For a moment he daydreamed, briefly laughed and then cried while screaming. Syahira was really drunk.

Upon arriving at home, the driver then carried Syahira. Since it was too dark, the gate of the house was already in the lock. The driver pressed the bell many times but no one came out. The driver did not give up, he kept pressing the house bell many times. Finally someone came out to open the fence. The maid from the house opened the fence. The maid was shocked when she saw the condition of Syahira who was drunk.

"Non, aren't you drunk anymore?" the maid then petrified Syahira to stand up.

"Thank you, this is the tip." The maid gave the driver some money and brought Syahira in.

"Either. Uh, Bi. Please give this to the Madam yeah, it looks like the Miss left this in the car seat." Said the Driver.

"Oh, okay." Unsuspecting the driver, the maid received an envelope from the driver.

that night, Syahira finally managed to arrive home safely. Syamir, for the second time managed to bring Syahira back home safely. Shamir was furious when he saw Syahira who was still visiting the discotheque and drunk. Shamir promised himself that he would educate his wife to be free from her night world and lead her to be a godly wife.