Pasung Tuan Muda's

61. The Drinks That Are Intoxicating

The sound of birds chirping faintly creeping into the ears, and the sunlight also shone illuminating the entire archipelago as if burning the skin and slowly issuing a beam of heat unwilling to shuffle away. Little by little, the roar of the waves rang out and splashed the water on my face that could not open the two neutrals at the same time.

A gentle touch of the beach breeze woke me up this morning still lying on the edge of the beach with a deep sleep, but it felt like the body was crumbling dim and unable to rise. Even to open the net, I am incapable. The white herons walked there and came across this self that was stiffened like an undead.

“Pak, wake up, sir,” said someone who suddenly flashed and was on the right side.

“Ah, where am I?” many ensure.

“Bapak is on the beach, and since last night you slept here,” he said again, but I can't stand up straight.

“I slept last night in the palace, really, not on the beach,” explained me again, then the man helped me to sit down.

“Come, Sir, I help. We just pull over, because the day is getting hotter,” invite him, and we also walk along to the shore.

The breeze seemed to hit, as well as small animals and tares around added to the belief that I had indeed slept on this beach since last night. What kept me from thinking, however, was that, regarding the conversation that happened that night, everything seemed real and not just a hallucination.

Out of curiosity, I tried to ask the interlocutor, a middle-aged man who was now sitting his body at the side. With a flat look, he threw out a grin while taking a heavy breath.

“Sorry, Sir, can I ask you something?” my question is full of search.

“Iya, Sir, you want to ask what?” he answered and threw away the question too.

“Is there a ghost on this beach?” After saying, I carefully obtained the interlocutor by rounding the eyes of excitement.

However, the person at the side silenced, before finally throwing out an amused smile because of my words just now. I was just paying close attention, because the feeling that was very dangerous brought this dir turned my gaze towards my sports car on the beach.

“Ngaco you, sir, are here where there are ghosts,” he replied as he mocked.

“Oh, I see, yes, it means I am just hallucinating,” I replied, then the person who was the interlocutor went to leave me under the tree alone.

Because the morning atmosphere was getting hotter, I felt unable to stand it and wanted to leave. While the middle-aged man who was the interlocutor had also left just like that, I had no reason to stay on this beach alone.

With a tap gontai, the footsteps were just walking into a car on the beach and shuffled away across the city road. It took about thirty minutes, until finally arrived in front of a cafe that will be crowded visitors.

There, beside the portal with the inscription Andreas Cafe, I stopped the car because I was astonished to see an event that was crowded with visitors. Then I walked out of the car and got closer to the sunshade, just to see why people were so nervous there.

Then I brought up some of the residents who were coming first, they stared steadily and formed a circle.

“Sorry, excuse me, what's up, huh?” I asked a woman in a red dress.

“This, sir, and the accident that occurred,” he replied as he dyed non-stop.

“But I don't see any victims here, where is the person?” ask again.

After saying that, the person who was the victim of the accident entered the car and I seemed to know. In the crypt, it appears that she is Marissa who has been bruised due to the events of this morning. While on his left and right side, there were friends and men who met me at the fancy cafe that night.

They went together across the road next to the park, I hurried to follow them from behind because they just wanted to know where Marissa would be taken. Because this morning it was so jammed, that I lost track of it far enough away. However, I tried to keep figuring it out and wanted to make sure Marissa was.

I don't know why, lately I've been so worried about him. Even though we've split up, at least I've never divorced her. The affection that exists in this self seems to grow back over time, but it does not seem to be with Marissa.

As a result of the ingrained hatred, it made him blind that there was a sorry man behind who wanted to be with him again. Next to hospital H. Anwar Mangunkusumo, I stopped while watching from a distance, looked like a man in black clothes carrying Marissa into the hospital and walked very carefully.

Suddenly, the sound of my phone was ringing loudly in the left pocket. I picked up and stared at the notification coming from Olivia—my secretary at the office.

[Cash, Olivia. What's the matter with my call early in the morning?]

[Hallo, boss, this morning there was an important meeting at the office. The company's top brass will be us in a few minutes.]

[Oh, okay, I'll be right there. You take care of everything you want to apply, so I don't take care of it anymore when it comes.]

[Okay, boss, sorry to interrupt.]

[Yes, it's okay.]

After saying over the phone, I turned the car around and moved to the company, which turned out to be a meeting this morning. As a result of liquor last night, it feels to make yourself lose consciousness and forget about work. However, as much as possible I will remain calm, so that everything goes as desired.

I don't want to be embarrassed if I always misspoke from the rest of the night's hangover, so everything should be under control as it should be. Before long, I arrived at a privately owned company, which I had managed with Marissa almost five years before the wedding.

However, as time went on I felt lost a wonderful moment with my first wife, because Marissa was not there and worked as a secretary and my beloved wife again. Time as quickly passed, to make the wheel of the world rotate no longer on its axis.

Every day, I just make lonely friends in this office. Unlike before, even the employees dub me as a young man who loves his wife because it is very gentle and loyal to treat women. However, it has now been different from what people's perceptions say.

Right in front of the company, I greeted the employees who had been there earlier, carrying files and stunned at the company door. Then I approached them.

“Good morning, Boss,” Vanessa said.

“Ya, good morning,” I replied.

“Good morning, Boss,” says Dimas and Brama.

“Good morning, you guys why are you still here?” my many.

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