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FIGHTS AT THE NIGHT BAR

"I don't feel good about Non Rayla."

The young man looked agitated. Pacing in the garden behind the house owned by Mr. Aditya. He felt anxious waiting for the two hosts to finish discussing upstairs.

The chirping of the Lovebird bird that was being disheveled in the cage, tickled Tristan's feeling to look at him. His golden voice calmed slightly from his restless heart.

In the courtyard that was nuanced by a small forest, stealing his attention for a moment. It makes you feel like you are in the wild.

"If I were a Non Rayla, I would be very comfortable in the house" he murmured in amazement at the view of the water flowing from the rocky wall located in the middle of the park. It is surrounded by lush trees and also very well maintained elephant grass. Make the garden behind Rayla's house more favourable to the eye.

"If you like, you can stay here forever, Tristan," cried Mr. Radhitya who stood behind Tristan with a smile.

"Ah, Sir. Umm—'s. Ma-Sorry, Sir. I was just amazed by my father's house. Luxurious. Huge. But also beautiful. Pleasant to look at. Yes, it's comfortable, sir," said Tristan.

"Sir, I'm not good with Non Rayla. Because of me, the same Mr. Non Rayla got into a fight."

"Before you were, we fought often. Yes, it's called a living person, son. There will be times when you are angry, sad, happy, crying, laughing, whatever it is. We'll definitely get through. So." Mr. Adytia embraced Tristan while looking towards the flowing water in the small pond. "All of these are natural things that all humans have experienced. You don't have to feel guilty about what happened, son," she said, leaving Tristan a bit full of heart.

"Yes, Sir. I just don't feel good about Non Rayla. I don't want to be considered a nondescript complainer."

"Yes, you are indeed a complainant of Mas. As the punishment, now you take me to Rina's house," Rayla sambar with a very charming appearance.

"I mean–." Tristan was suddenly confused. He sees Rayla who is tidy with party clothes. And then Tristan glanced at the smiling Adytia Pak. "Please take care of my son, Nak Tristan," he said.

What he saw was an expression of the attitude of a father to his son who had allowed Rayla to attend his friend's event.

Without asking any more, Tristan already understood it. By using a neat suit. The handsome young man escorted the son of a great businessman in this country.

Hmm... may be, Rayla murmured inwardly. Praise the dashing Tristan using a long-sleeved shirt lined with blazers and jeans. Casual Formals. That was Tristan's first performance that looked cool in Rayla's eyes.

"Pa, Rayla walk first, yes," he said by kissing his papa's cheek. Then Tristan kissed the hand of the father who had been holding it.

"Cock on the dial, Non? let's go" said Tristan, catching Rayla's eyes looking at him while holding the steering wheel of the car inside his garage.

****

DUG—JEDAG - JEDUG

The rhythm of EDM music kicked the eardrum very tight. Hundreds of people gathered in the same place. Wind gusts coming from the air conditioning machine, feel sticky stinging skin.

Colorful floodlights splash a handful of light in this dim place. Tristan, one of the young men who became the center of attention of girls the age of Rayla in the world of young people spent the night with bottles of drinks.

Confused face because he felt foreign in a new place he met. And also the eyes that always pay attention to Rayla can not be separated from the gaze of a Tristan. He was completely confident in keeping Rayla's papa message before leaving earlier.

"Rayla," said a friend of hers who had just arrived. Rayla is in the middle of a group of girls on the end sofa.

"Hey, Kimmy," he said, kissing the right and left cheeks. "Children from uncle sam's country. Haha. When's it coming, Kim?"

"Just yesterday arrived in Jakarta, Ray," he answered a little shouting because the music was competing with his voice.

"Wah—. More beautiful, Kim," praise Rayla who is no less loud voice.

"Who are you, Ray?" ask Kimmy. Girl with deep blue eyes.

Rayla pointed at Tristan who was sitting on the sofa next door with the same finger as the glass of drink she was holding. "Together with him" he answered.

Kimmy looked in amazement. After getting his eyes saw the handsome young man was sitting by himself while enjoying a glass of cola. "Seriously! very handsome," he said with a sparkling face.

"That's mah, that playboy ex drowned far away, Ray," Kimmy said with a teasing smile.

"Did I say, far away from Tristan anywhere," between Rina piled on her two friends who were gossiping.

"Haha. What the hell are you guys," Rayla denied because she blushed in shame.

"Want to?" Rayla pointed at Kimmy.

"Take there. I rela—." he said.

"Yes, if he likes me too. You can't be envious. Hahaha," exclaimed Rina with an amused laugh.

"Who's wife?" sahut a man with two friends from behind Rayla. And make the atmosphere become silent for a moment.

"Thus!" Rayla's eyes were surprised to see the figure of the man.

"Hey, Rin. Hey, Kim," said the man, reprimanding Rayla's two best friends.

And the two friends Rayla just waved her hand to answer Hadi's greeting with a thin smile.

"Why did you come here?" rayla asked in a dislike tone.

"Why indeed? it's a public place. Everyone can come in here. After all, Risa invited me here. It's actually Ris" he said while pointing at Risa who was sitting on the sofa.

Rayla turned her head towards Risa with a cynical look.

"I want to go home" said Rayla, putting a glass on the table.

"Woo—. Woo. Where you going?" Hadi restrains Rayla, who is about to leave her by holding Rayla's hand.

"Please!"

"Why you, baby?" exclamation Hadi.

"Darling! honey!" ketus Rayla's.

"Surge! I'm going home!" rayla exclaimed in a high tone to Hadi who was blocking his path.

However, Hadi kept him. He's getting bolder by holding Rayla's ass.

PLAQUE!!!

"Don't be rude to you!" rayla snapped loudly by slapping the man who had crossed the line.

Hadi held her sore cheek. He snorted furiously.

"Siaaaalaa." Hadi's hand floated. Wanted to slap the pretty girl. However, it was quickly detained by Tristan from behind.

"Don't be brash with women, Mas" Tristan said in a flat tone.

"*******! who lo! meddling in people's affairs," hardik Hadi was annoyed.

"I'm a nobody, Mom. But I don't like it when men are rude to women. It's the same that men are cowards, Mas," said Tristan increasingly make Hadi rise apoplexy.

"Damn it!"

PRANGS!!

A bottle of alcoholic drink landed hard on Tristan's head.

"Thus! Stop that!" yell at Rayla after seeing the blood dripping from Tristan's head.

Hadi's fist floated straight into Tristan's face. However, it quickly tepis Tristan and is met with a swing blow. Right in Hadi's ear.

"*******!" peekik Hadi was in pain. His ears are pengang due to being hit by a raw bogem from Tristan.

Fights happen too.