The Passion of Love of the President
CHAPTER 03 - The Dark Side of Mikhail

Day turns, closes the day with a million diverse stories and now night reigns supreme. The music sounds echoing, looking at the sense of hearing and sweeping away every soul that is in the glitter of the night world. How many glasses he upright the illicit drink, I don't know what he was looking for until more often spent time in a place like this.

Yes, that is how Mikhail Abercio, the eldest son of Ibrahim Megantara lived his life. The disappointment of the betrayal of love made him turn 180 degrees until the mother raised her hand. By 28 years of age, instead of getting wiser Mikhail is getting crazier.

Already various ways Kanaya did, matchmaking that had been considered as a way out in fact even scratched the shame because Mikhail fled as sweet as a snore on the day of his engagement. Today the nightclub is Mikhail's favorite spot, and Kanaya can only pray her son comes home intact, that's all.

“Come on, we're not here just to get drunk, Khail.”

“You alone, don't bother me.”

Edgard let out a rough breath, two women were already by his side and there was no way Edgard was asking one of them out. He paid both at the beginning quite expensive and all that he gave free to Mikhail.

“Yakin? don't want to have fun with them, Khail?” edgard asked pulling the corner of the lips, the most unbelievable thing in the world was Mikhail's rejection of the world's heaven.

“Hm,” the answer is short, solid and completely unclear.

The man did not seem to care and chose to be busy himself, making liquor as his friend he had lived for the past few years. Getting to know Edgard at its lowest point 3 years ago made Mikhail steady choose the happy path as Edgard lived.

The betrayal, disappointment and pain he felt changed Mikhail completely. Difficult Kanaya and Ibra educate him, in fact the man was broken after seeing his lover make love with a man who is none other than his own best friend.

The loyalty he exalted, even Mikhail tender heart just disappeared. Too concerned with the happiness of others makes him forget how to make himself happy until stepped on so easily. From then on, Mikhail completely disbelieved in love and considered all women cheap and nothing more than entertainment.

“Too many, you've drunk, Khail.” His clasped fingers held the man's hand and looked at Mikhail's perfect face in his eyes.

“Khail? You dare call me Khail?” Mikhail laughed discordantly, his eyes reddened but still realizing that the woman who had been by Edgard's side had now moved to him.

“What is your name, right? Then what should I call?” He began to be brave and challenged to do more, his fingers playing on the chest of Mikhail's field and his heart was pounding when the smile was real Mikhail gave for him.

“Honey maybe,” he replied with a small laugh, Mikhail's head was dizzy but the little touch of the woman he could not refuse.

“Honey?” As a woman, she clearly has the same instincts, since her eyes have been made to fall in love with one of these guests.

He did not reply, the man just kept silent and looked at the woman's face fixedly. Reddened eyes and the smell of alcohol are not unfamiliar to the woman, but finding a guest like this tastes new for the first time.

“Hahaha ... What am I lacking exactly? Hm? I'm many times better than him, don't your eyes work anymore, honey?” racau Mikhail then held back the clothesline that was about to unbutton his shirt.

“Hm?” The woman frowned, it seemed that what Mikhail meant was not her but another woman who was in his mind.

“Mikhail wait!! Ays ... really trouble that human.”

Things like this often happen, and as a person held accountable from Ibra, Edgard was forced to double as a bodyguard for fear that the man again made the streets as an outlet of anger.

Mikhail's life is not free from problems, even Kanaya really hates nightfall because she thinks Mikhail will change when the sunlight has changed. However, as the first son, Mikhail did not forget the responsibility and always managed to make the father feel proud of his achievements.

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"Forget it, Khail .. The woman is not me, you better decide, I don't want your mind to be tormented."

Serious intentions but what happened to Mikhail actually reminded him of a legendary band song whose work is still known today.

"Ck, I'm not in need of entertainment, Edgard," Mikhail grumbled annoyedly, as if he was mocking his slump.

"Who is amusing? I'm serious!! All this time always slumped with that excuse-that's it ... until when will you survive the wound?"

"Don't be smart!! Crocodiles like you know the heart." He was describing himself, unaware that since the last 2 years he was also the same as Edgard.

"Dih, carry the heart... Now I ask, do you sleep with many women with the heart? No right? Crocodile yells crocodile."

Whatever, Mikhail is reluctant to argue tonight. He was already dizzy and dealing with Edgard made him even more dizzy. The man chose to lean and cross his chest, looking for his comfortable position.

"Love is not always beautiful, do not be too excessive in loving something because later the pain is also excessive."

Edgard still gave his word of mouth even though the man beside him was no longer vocal. Either sleeping or deliberately ignoring it, Edgard obviously wanted to reveal that fact.

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