The Girl At The Club That Night

Killed Doni

FOLLOW N LIKE YES!!!

The photo is still faithful in the grip until the sun rises in the afternoon exactly I stand on the boundary between the lake and myself. Want to not be suspicious, but the circumstances of both are not ordinary.

Aslan once said that he knew Caca only from a cursory meeting accidentally in Bali, but what I saw was clearly different. Highlighting the eyes he directed, there was a feeling of more than just a person who happened to know.

Red wine, that's what they're both friends in this photo. Is it that close? It is clear now why Aslan always asks about Caca also taking care of preparing for our wedding. Wait, is the child in Caca ...?

I don't know how many calls I have ignored from the girl who has always preferred it. As if, the ringing of the phone becomes a source of tightness now, so no longer want to listen to it.

Quiet down!

That's the mode used today. Where am I going now? It was too painful to see that beautiful face in the grasp of others. Ca, is that kid not brother's son?

How can I hurt her heart with such a silly question? But ... This sense of tightness increasingly covers all the reason and logic that originally went well. Whahuh? Hows it?

I squeezed the photo and threw it in the car before slamming the door and passing by darting through the damp streets at night.

Night club.

The place where I first met Caca. The loud thump of music broke my ears accompanied by the hot dance of the women with disgusting looks as if now a place of comfort. Yes, because it is not possible to freely enjoy liquor at home.

The bartender handed me a bottle of my favorite red wine which was then roughly thrown in front of him.

"Replace the others!"

Sickened. The drink was similar to what Caca and Aslan enjoyed in the photo. The bartender gasped and looked for another drink.

"Give me Penfolds Bin 707!"

"Abang sure?"

Highlights of these eyes staring nyalang towards him until the bartender immediately went to the wine rack and thrust the bottle containing it and zinfandel in front of me. A moment to open it, then leave it to serve other customers.

The pungent aroma felt good until I don't know how many times I asked the bartender again and again.

"Exit, Bang. That's the final stock, '" he said.

Time seems to have shown almost dawn. Because visitors have started to fall. I couldn't go home to see Caca in this situation.

"Will not go home?" ask the bartender.

"Gue's males again." Answering that.

"Fear of being scolded by your wife, Bang?" He was busy cleaning the rectangular table made of marble.

Ignoringly. I just fell silent as I felt how heavy this head was.

The club is completely deserted. The bartender turned his head for a moment before he actually left. He leaned his head, right into my ear.

"This club belongs to Herman Pratama, if you want to be more clear, come to my boarding house now."

My eyes squinted for a moment guessing what he said because honestly this head is not in fine. The mobster turns out to be him anyway, the one who deliberately trapped Juna to get entangled in his game.

"Herman?" muttered me.

...

Building with a size of 2x3m² This is apparently the residence of the bartender. I understand, he is not the type of person who likes to drink alcoholic liquids like me. His life in a big city is not as easy as people imagine. Of course, if there is a more decent job to connect life, he would. Seems like.

"This is where I live, you can call Doni." He put his hand out.

Years of being a regular customer in that place, now for the first time I really know what his name is. He unequivocally took me to his residence after seeing doubts to go home early today.

"Gue here lives alone, Bang. Work for the feein sister who goes to school in the village. Oh yea. What do you want to eat? Let me be the masakin. It's just there's instant noodles anyway, I'm shopping bellom again." He exclaimed from the front of the stove. Not the kitchen, just a little partition of the room before going into the toilet which I believe is very small.

"I'm actually tired of working there, Bang. Cape. It's nothing, look at the association."

Before long two bowls of smoky instant noodles were already available in front.

Actually the nausea is enough to make my appetite reduced, maybe even lost. ****! I have to go to the bathroom. There is a clot that pushes from the stomach towards the esophagus.

"Sorry, Doni."

I immediately ran towards the small room and pulled out the entire stomach. I don't know, either he continued eating or was distracted by my circumstances.

However, what I saw Doni ignored and even devoured his food. There was a sound of belching without the slightest shame. Even he said the word prayer after eating without hesitation.

Yes, this is destiny. Not always in accordance with what is desired. I also saw a hard line of work hardening his jaw. It is not even visible if he is a smoker.

"Bang, I pray first huh. Fear of going into the dawn."

I often blame God for every fate that happens. In fact, if we see our lives so contrasted, he who every night dabbled in the entertainment world actually has slapped me with his activities.

"Don, you pray, why work at the club?" ask me when he folds.

"Gue is just a graduate of Junior High, Bang. In a big city, what do you think you want to do?" Finished his hand hooking the skull on the kapstok attached to the wall.

"But .. that's ...."

"Hina's? There are no bad people, Bang. What makes them insulted is how to think and judge others. Brother often do not see the girls scantily dressed with willingly change partners?"

There's no answer.

"Gue never looked down on them. Everyone needs a life, I'm sure if they can, they don't want a job like that either. Every human has time. Brother, you don't always want to be like this, do you?"

"Gue never looks down on someone."

"Gue knows that. It's just that, we as humans sometimes forget to be grateful, to often compare our lives with others."

Is correct. Indeed what Doni said was a fact of my life that happened all this time.

Hem ... tired, crumpled on a limp mat that was held freely on that floor.

"Oh yeah, you want to know about Herman, right?"

My eyes opened again, then fixed the position that was originally ready to sleep.

"He's the head of the mafia, Bang. And all I know is, it's been a long time after brother."

"Lo know that?"

"Gue was in the VIP room when the pimp was chatting with him. He said Herman told someone else to lend a young man some money, with a large interest. To be able to ensnare a girl to be their victim."

I'm pretty sure that's Caca and Juna.

"Then, did he talk to a little boy too?"

"Little boy? Undeterred. I suppose. If not wrong ... Herman's also paying people to make an accident so the kid's leg breaks, Bang."

Wicked!

Both hands were perfectly clenched. Instantly the hot sparkling. This anger that can only be held back is increasingly painful.

"Oh, yeah. You know Jessica?"

Again I looked unexpectedly.

"She, the daughter of businessman Yanwar, was sick as well because of that, what injection was she? Time in the hospital, I heard there was a special conversation between Herman and the sisters."

"Wait, how do you know if I have a problem with Herman?" I gripped her collar until she dragged in fear.

"I .. I saw a video spread on the internet. I thought that guy was Brother. It's the same girl you saved at the club at the time."

Is correct. I can't deny that myself. Maybe I should find out who that nurse is. And ... Doni, you have to be present at the trial later.

...

Last night sleeping until almost noon, I saw that Doni was no longer in his bed. Even the curtains were wide open. I should have been up since. Maybe the influence of alcohol last night is also enough to make me sleep longer until this effect is still felt.

Wedang ginger is still steaming on the stove I move it on a glass glass to be able to enjoy it. Expect to be able to reduce the feeling of dizziness that whack.

Enjoy!

It is the first taste to reach the tongue. This is like the wedang that I often make first for Bima's father. I smiled at that moment, it has been a long time. I also miss, the lap of Bima's father, Mother's cooking. Now I can only imagine it.

Samar, there's a commotion out there. I don't know what's going on.

I got out without waiting any longer. Make sure the commotion that even some are screaming hysterically.

Doni! Nah!

His body was already drooping beside the road swarmed in a state of blood.

I'm surprised, why? Why must innocent people always fall victim to the game of my destiny?!

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