Hey You, I Love You !
Drunk all night

On the other side of this bright night, someone was downing a full glass of drink in his hand even though it seemed that the man was already heavily intoxicated. His face was red, even his eyes were blurred. Shortly after, he finally fell into his own subconscious. His body was no longer able to contain the alcohol that went through his mouth.

Baz really felt devastated after knowing all these realities. He felt like a sinful man. He has taken away the happiness of his sister, Bella. It has also ruined the happiness Rose should have had.

In the past his eyes, heart and mind had been blinded by a blaring hatred. He no longer cared about the other evidence he had to look for. Until he finally had to be consumed by the false reality that continues to encourage him to take this wrong revenge.

How many sins has he committed if he accumulated from the past until now?! Baz was so embarrassed to even look at himself in the shadows. What about when he has to face his sister?! He felt so useless as a sister. The shelter that Bella has is the only one that even makes her sister's life suffer. Baz really hates himself right now.

No one noticed, if as long as he sat there, repeatedly he wiped his eyes. Tears of regret, tears of guilt. He remembers Rose's sister from Victor. How could he do such a cruel thing by making that woman his impingement. She herself has a sister whom she loves very much.

Where was his conscience at that time?! Baz's heart was completely fucked. So he imagined what if Bella who was in the position of Rose, how Bella through sad days like Rose naturally?! Not about how Bella feels, but what about her own feelings if she finds out that her sister has been through hard times alone?! Of course destroyed no, maybe that's what Victor has experienced before. And this fact, even more makes Baz's heart hurt itself. There was much apology he needed to heal his sick heart. If he needs to prostrate even willingly, in order to get the apology from the people he has hurt.

And as for Mr. Ergy, he had his own calculations. Later, when he returns to his country, he will do many things. In addition to explaining everything he knew to his sister, he would also make reprisals for the destruction of his life along with those who had been involved to date. Baz wouldn't be merciful to such a cruel and petty human like Mr. Ergy. That person must feel the same way, where his family is destroyed because of his own actions.

And drowning with his feelings, Baz couldn't help himself. He needs friends to share this moment. Because he was in a foreign place, there were no friends he had. So only alcohol of his choice, until he was drowned in dozens of glasses that he had spent himself.

***

The club that night was almost closed, it was closed even because now the employees were cleaning the place where all the visitors were also gone. Only Baz himself remained who was still late in his dreams.

"Master, sir! Awake, Master! We're closed!", a male official woke Baz up by patting him on the back.

After repeatedly trying, Baz finally had his consciousness. Although only a few percent, but at least he has raised his head that feels heavy at this time. He muttered indistinctly while trying to gather his consciousness a few percent more.

"Master, you better go home! We're closed now!", the officer gave a polite warning.

"Emmh, what time is it?", Baz asked himself. His eyebrows frowned at the sign that his head was still dizzy, then he narrowed his eyes to look towards his watch where he had to bow his head.

Time has shown at four in the morning. And when he circulates the view with narrowed eyes it is true that the place is neat without a single visitor there. Baz nodded his head which felt heavy for him to carry. Although with great difficulty, he was finally able to stand up as well.

"Is Master okay? Or should I call you a taxi?", the employee was worried that Baz was not good enough to get out of the club himself.

***

It was already before dawn, the dawn had already peeked behind the still dark sky. This time he seemed lost direction, no matter where his feet rested. He himself does not know. He was eager to find a pharmacy to buy a hangover cure, but he had not found a place that was open 24 hours. His mind was currently too empty to think of anything else. He just wants to walk and keep going, hoping the burden is lost as the steps continue down.

Finally he sat himself in front of the ranks of shophouses that are still closed. Baz supported his heavy head with one hand. He looked around and there were also some beggars and other abandoned people sleeping there. He found an unused cardboard box. He opened it and then he used it as a base to lay himself down.

Just take a moment while trying to get rid of the dizziness. But it turns out that the day was already bright when he was forcibly awakened by some people who looked like thugs. He swept his gaze, and sure enough, all the beggars who had been sleeping around him had already woken up and gone somewhere. Now he was alone and a few people were crowding his head.

"Wake up!", snapped one of them as he threw a kick towards his body.

Baz gasped, he immediately stood up while gathering his consciousness to fully recover even though until now his head still felt throbbing.

Seeing the appearance of Baz who was like a person, then the people tried to search Baz's body to find what valuable objects they could take. Although his head was still dizzy, but he could still fight back. As the head of a mafia gang in his country, just facing street rats like this was no big deal to him.

Baz fight. When one of them began to touch his body, Baz threw a fist at him until he fell to the ground. Seeing his friend being beaten up, the others fought back. This is unfair actually in terms of numbers, five to one. After the bustling sounds, they were all knocked down by Baz alone.

Feeling his head still hurting the effects of his drunkenness that was too severe last night. He chose to leave there immediately. But who would have thought if one of those people got up and held a folding knife in his hand. Baz is less agile to avoid sharp objects heading towards him. His arm was injured deep enough, but he was still able to beat the person again until he collapsed.

"It's just a small game!", he said casually as he moved away from there.

***

The man walked again, his face becoming even paler now. His head was still dizzy, plus the blood that kept flowing from his hands down to seep into the clothes he was wearing. Either it was numbness or pain that he felt nothing much with the pain in his heart. Baz ignored the wound on his gaping arm.

Finally the man fell down also right near a crowded bus stop. People swarming. Just looking, but no one helped him. Perhaps they did not dare or would not interfere in the affairs of people they did not know. But, there was one person who moved his conscience.

She is a woman. The woman was prevented by people she knew. However, he assured the person that the life of this faint person was more important now. Their purpose is the same. Baz was taken to the hospital by the woman in her car.