The Enchantment of the Former

Night Club

Brandon appears to stop the pace of his car in a building that looks deserted from the outside. But from the number of vehicles parked there. Can be sure there are many in there. Brandon got out of the car, looked around and stepped towards the entrance. Passed two burly men who were on two sides of the door.

As the door opened, the loud noise of music snapped. Dim room with flickering lights twinkling the head. Make Brandon blink several times to adjust his vision. The man went deeper. His eyes were welcomed by sexy women dressed in mini-dress.

Seen some people sitting in pairs, indulging in intimacy without caring around. The flirtatious ladies looked staring seductively as he passed by them. But Brandon seemed to not care about the surroundings. He just wanted to forget a little for a moment the complexity of his brain by sipping a few glasses of drink that could make him forget the problem, even for a moment.

Brandon sat in a chair not far from the bartender. The man ordered a drink that contained a fair amount of alcohol. That little craze was what the man wanted to do at this moment.

It might also be the same as the man who seemed already half-conscious beside him. Unexplained with his head lying on the table. Brandon just smiled wryly at the sight that might soon also happen to him.

A glass, two glasses and continue with the other drinks. Making Brandon's consciousness thin. But when some woman of the night approaches her. He was still conscious enough to brush off their mischievous hands.

'' Shazna ''' a name that came out not from Brandon's mouth but from the man who had been lying next to him. Brandon squinted his eyes at the name of the lover called another man.

'' Shazna, I'm still in love with you Shaz, '' the man's mess, making Brandon who had started to get drunk hot to hear it. Brandon patted the shoulder of the man who turned his back on him.

The man who turned out to be Fattan looked over. Then the man seemed to grin when he saw Brandon's face.

'' You, heh you are Shazna's fiancee right ?. I tell you yes, if you can't be happy with him, then Shazna, '' Fattan said in an indistinct voice.

Brandon sharpened his eyesight, trying to recognize the man who was now laughing himself while speaking indistinctly. But Brandon still did not recognize the man who began to try to straighten his body and show Brandon's face with his finger.

"You, leave Shazna, because you can only make her cry" Fattan said with her index finger in front of Brandon's face. Brandon who felt unacceptable brushed off Fattan's hand violently.

" Who are you?, what is your relationship with Shazna?," asked Brandon with an emotion-filled face. Alcohol is starting to affect his mind. Although the man was not as drunk as Fattan, his mind was no longer sane.

" Meet me Fattan, Shazna's first love. And I'm sure it will be his last love" said Fattan with a concoction because of the dwindling consciousness.

Brandon stood up and pulled the collar from Fattan.

" You're just Shazna's past and will be like that forever" snapped Brandon who now pulled Fattan to his feet. The two men began to attract the attention of other visitors. Brandon, who had been overcome with emotion, landed a blow on Fattan's face.

The staggered Fattan laughed discordantly as he rubbed the blood flowing at the corner of his lips.

" You don't pantes for Shazna" cried Fattan as he advanced and attacked Brandon. Two men under the influence of alcohol were involved in a fierce fight.

Be a visitor's spectacle there. Not long into the security that broke both. But the situation of those who are drunk is quite difficult to get hurt. Until both of them were both sprawled on the floor with bruises on the faces of the two handsome men.

Both were dragged to the corner of the room. Where there's a sofa set over there. The two men were lying there with their bodies twisted. One of the security took Brandon's cell phone. Good thing his phone doesn't use a password just using a facial recognition.

Another security man searched Fattan's cell phone and found that the man had no cell phone in his pocket. The other one was talking to someone across the street.

" I'm sorry about Mr. Brandon's wife?" asked the burly man while reading Brandon's identity on the ID card taken from Brandon's wallet.

" But here is written the name "Wife", I think you're his wife," the bright, pussy-haired man with a fierce face.

" Oh, then please pick up your fiancee for making a fuss diclub .. ," the man mentioned the name of a quite famous nightclub in the city.

Afterwards it appears he turned off the call connection, having received reassurance from someone he was in contact with . And the two muscular men returned to where they were standing guard, leaving the two men who could now only fumble indistinctly with their bodies sprawled on the sofa.

Two men who come to the nightclub to forget for a moment the worry of their hearts. But it ended up lying helpless with wounds on the faces of both of them. Not a solved problem but a new problem they created. The two adult men turned childish due to the influence of alcohol.