Angel Surgaku (Female Halalku)
9
"So I don't like it anyway. But to Nabilla still likes it. You are strange anyway. Class 3 high school boy lo jealouslyin" said Harry in his laughter.
"Yeeee. Who was jealous" Nabilla pouted her lower lip.
"Udah, don't pout dong. Now we are sampe"
The two of them went down and as soon as they entered the Bar a loud voice greeted them. The smell of cigarette smoke is very strong. This dim yet luminous room was filled with many teenagers. When an American-Indonesian-faced DJ who was about 20 years old played music, disco began. The women cheered in excitement as they began to dance on the dance floor.
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The sound of DJ music is getting louder.
"Gue wants a drink first" cried Nabilla. Harry nodded but followed.
"Gue's going to the toilet first. You don't drink too much, I'm so noisy" cried Harry next to Nabilla so that Nabilla could hear him.
"OKAY. I only drink a few glasses of ko, will not nyampe mabok" cried Nabilla.
Harry walked to the toilet at the end of the hall, relaxed after he had finished urinating, and walked out to where Nabilla was sitting.
"Hi Bro! Same who?" greeting a 25-year-old man with a handsome face typical of native Indonesia stopped his steps. In the lyrics Nabilla who was still sitting in her place while drinking white alcohol liquid then looked at the man in front of her with a smile.
"Hi Bro! Ordinary, come here with me. Lo how are you? I haven't seen you in 2 years"
"So so-an nanyain lo news! Regular chat on Line too"
"Haha, little pleasantries Dim. That's the new Dj, right?" Harry pointed to the white-tongued DJ playing Dj music up there.
"Yoi. Just 2 months here. Win looks doang she mah so many fans girlnya"
"Bright. Say you sirik"
"Haha"
"Oh it. Lo see the fathers" continued Dimas, pointing to a smoking adult man staring at the bodies of the women in front of him dancing.
"Why him?" harry began to wonder.
"He's some kind of boss lady-cewe call"
"Crazy! Why did you tell me"
"Yes, time of interest. Then again, the fathers who wear suits even...."
Without feeling they chatted for long. Time shows at 2 o'clock, Harry is looking for the figure of Nabilla who was not in place earlier.
"I'm looking for my friends first"
"Okay, I'll wait here. Don't forget to recognize me "
"Haha okay I won't forget"
After a few minutes Harry found Nabila dancing cheerfully among a crowd of people who were the same thing as Nabilla. Harry pulled Nabilla's hand, making the woman a little upset.
"Gue knows you to my friend first yes" cried Harry trying to beat the sound of music and noise around them.
"OKAY. But already I want to drink again yes" shouted Nabila who did not care about Harry.
"Dim. This is my theme. Margot"
Dimas stored the glass in his hand onto the table.
A few minutes later Harry's phone vibrated and came up with the name 'Kaka Lampir'. He saw the clock showing the time at 04:13. What is the dawn-body gini nelfon?
"Gue get out first. My brother's a nelfon" said Harry. After getting the nods from the two friends Harry walked out of the dim room.
"Hallo ka?"
"Where?"
"In Bandung"
"Well?"
"Yes again, work. Model in Bandung"
"Ohh. Go to Jakarta to go home. I was told to go to Dad's house. Half 6 o'clock you have to be here. We went to Makassar, I bought 3 tickets"
"What's wrong? I'm not going ah!"
"Lo has to come. It also has something to do with you, a pretty big problem. There is no alesan!"
"Lo think from here to Cicalengka what decet? It's still dawn. I'm sleepy"
"What ever! You want to bully me huh! I know you're in Discotheque again"
Harry breathed his class.
"Yes I've been to.." "tut" his speech stopped because people across there had turned off his phone. "This habit of people. Not very polite!"
Harry went back inside the bar and saw Dimas approaching him.
"Why?"
"He's a mabok"
"What's? How many glasses did he drink?"
"4 glasses. Drinks you got him drinking too"
"Why don't you stop him? I have to go to Cicalengka now. You can't bring him home in that shit!" Harry walked closer to Nabila who still drank even a little. Harry snatched the glass in Nabila's hand.
"Hey darling! Very long anyway" Nabila voice soft typical of drunk people. In his embrace Nabila's body and move Nabila's right arm on his shoulder.
"Gue's been nahan him from earlier, but he still just drank" said Dimas help Harry. Nabila's left arm he kept on his shoulder. While Nabila still raved is unclear.
"It's okay. It's not your fault ko Dim"
Arriving in Harry's car. They put Nabila's body in the front seat next to the driver's seat .
"Thank's yes. Help me"
"Your'e Welcome. Sorry once again" Dimas felt guilty.
"I told you. It's not your fault" Dimas smiled and then said back in on Harry.
After Dimas got into the bar, Harry got into his car.
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On the way back to Risti's house. Harry was confused.
'Gue take it back where is Nabila? To Jakarta? Far away, I also will not go to Jakarta, how will Nabila go home. To Risti's house? Can abis I am in a rage, bring home the child of the person in a state of mabok. Staying in a Hotel? Wah lo crazy Her. In his opinion lo nidurin children people continue to ninggalin that way. Where to go?' Harry's frustrated. In the lyrics Nabila who muttered indistinctly next to him and fell asleep may be tired. Why do you use mabok all Bil? I don't drink a lot. You're not very sensitive anyway, I'm the same attention you keep it because I love you!. Suddenly he remembered someone. 'He must have gotten up at this hour' murmured Harry and drove his car to where he was headed.