Trapped in Love HOT DUDA

Old Man Old Man

A month has Erik officially parted with Citra, for a month also live erik like without direction, almost never Erik stopped by his luxurious house which was once a place to build a household with Citra.

Erik prefers to live in his modest apartment to the size of a successful businessman and a famous architect of his class.

Erik's day was spent working, and he went to nightlife to get drunk, while he was still trying to forget his ex-wife, by immersing yourself in work during the day and making friends with alcohol at night, The image of the ex-wife was officially married and happy with Roni the man who became his affair so far and also with their prospective children who added to the happiness of the newlywed couple.

Like tonight, a loud bang of music was heard welcoming Erik's hearing, as the handsome, dashing man entered the famous nightclub in the capital.

The atmosphere of the nightclub at that time felt more crowded than the usual night, but this was not a holiday or weekend, Erik who came alone without being accompanied by Kemal felt uneasy because many female guests were looking at him full of 'want' and some women he passed by were also many who teased him brightly.

"Shiittt, then,! Those Jallanngs are so disgusting ! Why are so many women at night in this place !" his grunts were irritated along his way towards the bar table.

The bartender who had begun to recognize the face of Erik who almost every night came to the club greeted him, the club was like home to both late this.

"Hi bro ! It's so tangled your face !" said the young bartender who immediately mix a glass of drink that used to order Erik, and thrust it in front of Erik.

"A lot of women, make me uncomfortable !" lamented Erik.

"It's wednesday night, bro ! Ladies night" the bartender said.

Erik seems to forget something, usually he avoids entering the club every Wednesday, because some clubs in the capital usually hold ladies night events, where women get special services from club owners such as free drinks of certain types, and sometimes held events dedicated to the women who attended that night, of course female visitors would enslave at that time.

Erik as usual, cool to drink alone, immersed in his sadness that never ends, while enjoying the thump of music accompanied by alcohol that can always make him forget his sadness for a while.

"Regan ! I'm asking for a cocktail, it's free !?" shouted a young woman who had just come and sat down on the chair next to Erik.

(*cocktail a kind of alcoholic beverage mixed with other drinks such as fruit juice with a beautiful appearance, but quite intoxicating for women.)

Erik glanced at the woman with the tip of his eyes, without changing his sitting position, he felt annoyed that the woman's voice sounded so tight in his ears, beating the sound of music echoing in the smoke-filled room.

Three cups of cocktails were finished by the woman,

"Regan... still haven't caught me, add another !" shouted again.

"Freely only three glasses, squid ! If you pesen again, you have to pay !" said the bartender who looked familiar with the woman.

"Ah, lu mah stingy, I again want to mabok really, time every day I tell mabok scription continues, cepet lah !" I know the woman who was half drunk.

"Thank you all he asked, the bill entered my place" said Erik who began to be uncomfortable with the whining of the woman beside him.

"Om want my deal? But later om did not ask me to sleep with me, right ?" the half-strewn woman.

"Currently, I have no taste in sleeping with a model woman like this!" decih Erik turned his face lazy and continued drinking again.

"But, why would you buy me a drink?" the woman again.

"To be quiet and not interrupt my drinking with your noise!" ketus Erik's.

Erik glanced at the woman's appearance, what a strange woman, he came to the club with torn jeans and a sweater, he said, unlike other women who wear tight and minimal dres with a shaky hairdo and make up, while this woman looks like she does not wear any makeup with her long hair rolled origin up so as not to interfere with her drinking.

"Yes !" erik answered lazily.

"Don't ya mrs! I pesen nih, expensive is okay!" the woman patted Erik on the shoulder.

"Message whatever you want, and don't bother me!" ketus Erik was not happy that the woman touched him.

"Regan, you're hearing, what did you say? Cepet makes me the most delicious and expensive drink, but free!" his yell.

The bartender who was called by the woman by the name of Regan glanced at Erik and Erik nodded his head at the noisy woman beside him.

"Lu don't mostly drink squid, ntar lu kemabokan keep going home lu ngesot, tau tasa! I'm this malem overtime, can't bring you home,!" said the bartender named Regan.

"Just relax, there's no history of a Mira Anisa hangover!" said the woman who claimed to be named Mira Anisa while puffing and patting her own chest.

(*Hangover another term of heavy drinking or being too drunk due to consuming too much alcohol)

"Om, would you like a lot of drinking with me, wouldn't you?" challenge the young woman named Mira while holding a glass in front of Erik.

"Give me a bottle of vodka!" pinta Erik to the bartender, and the bartender complied with Erik's request.

"Let's fight, who's more and stronger to spend this! If you manage to finish half the bottle, you can ask me for any gift!" erik said annoyed while opening the lid of the bottle of intoxicating drink, he wanted to make the noisy little girl drunk.

"Take it! Who's afraid! Om cool!" babble Mira accepts the challenge Erik gives her.

A glass, two glasses, until finally almost one bottle of the drink was spent by both of them, but Erik seemed to have been unable to continue his drinking match, Erik stated that he could not drink anymore, his head already felt very heavy his gaze had darkened and he was not even able to lift his head which he buried on the long bar table.

Before long, Mira, who had not lost consciousness, heard the sound of Erik's phone on the bar table ringing, and Mira lightly grabbed the phone and shifted the green button.

"Hello, who is this, then,? The old man who owns this phone is drunk, get him here!" mira shouted, then ended her conversation.

"Basic om old suck! He's the loud one, he's the big one! Regan, I'm going home first!" his farewell to the bartender who seemed to be very familiar with it.

"Okay, be careful! Sory I can't snanter! I'm calling you!" said Regan waved her hand towards Mira in the midst of busy concocting drinks for the guests.

"Send my thanks to that handsome old man!" mira shouted while laughing along her half-staggering path out of the club.

The next day, Mira was already irritated by the sound of her cell phone constantly beeping from inside her bag,

"Aaaah fucking ! Who called me this morning blind !" Mira covered her face and ears with pillows, hoping that the sound of her cell phone could not be heard anymore and disturbed her sleep that had not been satisfied, dizziness due to her drunkenness last night had not even subsided, but he had to wake up because of the sound of a cell phone that kept ringing.

Mira grabbed the sling bag she was wearing last night, looking for the source of the phone's voice that kept ringing from inside the black canvas box bag.

But when the source of the sound was found in her bag, Mira frowned,

"Whose phone is this? Why is it in my bag, then,? Since when did I become a klepto while drunk ?" his murmur recalled the incident last night that only flashed like a short piece of vidio only in the memory of his head.