On a Sunday night, the café was bustling with people spending time with their partners. In a corner of the café, Brion is alone, accompanied by some alcoholic drinks.Brion sat in the corner of the café with a blank stare, looking at the glass of alcohol in front of him. The bustling atmosphere seemed to contrast with the solitude he felt inside.The memory of Nesya again came to him, making Brion gulp down the drink in one gulp."Argh, shit! What am I lacking Nesya? Even though I always try to be there for you and do whatever you want." Brion again vented his emotions by gulping down a drink. He couldn't stand it as memories of Michel and Nesya swirled around in his head.Not far from there, Meyla, who was assigned by Alberto to follow Brion, chose to sit on a chair with her gaze focused on Brion. Not for a second did her gaze go in any other direction, she was completely focused on Brion.Meyla shook her head when she saw Brion again sipping a drink. she wanted to approach Brion an
The pace of the car driven by Michel, immediately stopped when he saw a woman who was so familiar. Michel tried to blink his eyes, focusing his gaze on someone who looked familiar."Meyla, what are you doing here?" Michel continued to stare at the woman he called Meyla, his gaze could not be deceived, he was sure that the woman was none other than Meyla.The car moved forward, approaching the woman who was now squinting when it suddenly stopped right in front of her.Michel lowered the windshield slightly, a little surprised to realize that Meyla had come out of a café that was known for its many people who liked to drink alcohol, as well as Meyla who was also surprised that the person in the car was Michel."Meyla, what are you doing?"Meyla was silent for a moment, until finally the woman decided to get into the car when she saw a taxi just leaving."Chase that taxi, sir," Meyla pointed at the taxi up ahead.Michel, who didn't understand, immediately complied with the woman's wishes
Michel sighed seeing Brion who was so stubborn, until finally Michel chose to hit Brion with the intention of paralyzing the man into unconsciousness.Brion staggered backwards when he received Michel's crushing blow. Instead of fainting, he was overcome with emotion."Asshole!" Brion was seen cursing, the man tried to stand up and approached Michel.A Bogeman hit Michel and made the man instantly step back. Even though he was drunk, Brion was able to counter Michel's punch.Meyla who saw it could only smother his mouth using both hands. Staring in disbelief at Brion and Michel who were now attacking each other."Please stop, Mr. Brion." Meyla tried to stop Brion who wanted to attack Michel again, while the woman who was there earlier, chose to leave and get into a taxi.Now Meyla stood right in the middle of Michel and Brion, trying to stop them from attacking each other."This is all because of you." Brion stared at the departure of the taxi carrying the woman, then looked sharply
Right now, everyone was gathered in the living room. Alberto who had asked everyone to gather, looked at everyone in the living room in turn, then sighed. "Explain, what happened?" he asked, now choosing to look at Brion and Miche.Chaterine who saw it sighed, she tried to stand up and was now right beside Alberto. "Didn't you see how Michel treated Brion?" Chaterine looked upset, she did not expect that Michel dared to hit Brion right in the man's face.Alberto turned his head towards Chatherine, a frown was clearly visible on the middle-aged man's face. "What do you mean?" Alberto looked clueless, moreover Chatherine did not get to the point.Annoyed, Chatherine walked over to Brion, she then held Brion's face which was covered with bruises from Michel's actions. "Look, how Michel has bruised Brion's face, even though the face is one of the valuable assets," said Chatherine who was now looking at Michel who was only silent, just listening to what his stepmother said. After all, what
Michel had no idea what Meyla was planning. They brought lanterns and moved next to a room that Michel knew was no longer in use.In that room Meyla began to move small tables and some chairs that were in the way and made the room wider.Michel approached, feeling confused by what Meyla was doing. "Meyla, what are you doing?" he asked confused.Meyla smiled, turning to Michel while patting her hands together in an attempt to remove the dust from shifting the dirty, unused table."I want to teach Mr. Michel how to throw a punch. After I saw how Mr. Michel hit Mr. Brion last night, I decided to teach you how to hit properly."Michel almost laughed at what Meyla said, but he tried to hold back his laughter. "Are you asking me to hit Brion again?"Meyla shook her head, but there was another reason why she wanted to teach Michel how to hit properly. "Of course not, sir."Michel sighed, looking at Meyla with a still furrowed brow. "Then why do you want to teach me how to hit properly? I hav
"What's going on? Why am I suddenly here?" Michel blinked his eyes, his gaze staring at the ceiling of the room that was so unfamiliar.Michel still remembered the last time he was in an empty room with Meyla practicing hitting properly, but why was he suddenly in a different place?With a heavy head, Michel tried to get up. At this time it turned out that he was on a bed with white sheets."What's going on? Why does my head hurt?" Michel again marveled at his confusion. His gaze looked right and left, trying to figure out where he was.As Michel was confused by everything that was happening, he suddenly heard the sound of someone yawning. "Argh, is it morning already?"Instantly Michel's heart pounded when he heard someone's voice that was so familiar. Slowly Michel tried to turn his head and see who someone was currently sleeping next to him.Michel's eyes rounded perfectly, he was too surprised by what he was currently seeing. "Mommy!"The woman who was called blinked, she immediat
"What?" Michel stared in disbelief at Alberto. He shook his head at something that surprised him. "Dad, you're not joking, are you?"He stared at Alberto with an intense gaze, as if he was looking for a lie in what had just been said."Dad..." called Michel, trying to get a response from the middle-aged man.Alberto sighed, his gaze still staring out the window, as if there was no desire to look at Michel who was currently staring at the man."Like I said, Michel, it seems like I was wrong to bring you here."Michel could only shake his head. How could the man who had brought him into this house, not give him a chance to speak at all."Dad, believe me, I don't...."Michel's words were instantly stopped when he saw Alberto's hand raised up, as if Alberto really did not want to hear any explanation from Michel.Without saying anything else, Alberto got up from his seat, walking with such a broken feeling.The person he had brought home for several months had betrayed him like this. If h
Michel was currently in the room. His gaze looked at the entire seller of the room, then sighed.Michel lazily entered the room that he had been living in for several months, and from now on Michel would not be in that room anymore.He stepped into the cupboard that contained a lot of clothes with famous brands and fantastic prices. But Michel touched none of them.Michel took out a suitcase from the closet, taking one by one the clothes in the closet. However, the clothes that Michel put in the suitcase were his own clothes, clothes that he bought from work before entering this house.Michel sighed again when he remembered the incident earlier. Because of the incident, Michel was expelled from the house. Even though Michel did not do all that was alleged.Worse, someone he considers as a father and has tried to love him, considering that since childhood Michel has not known his father at all, but someone he calls father so easily believes something that is not necessarily the truth.