20 Years Adrift
Chapter 29. Drunken

Affan looked gently at Aira then touched her cheek with his right hand.

"Of course I can. But not for tomorrow. You are still coming in the month, maybe next week we can just go there," Affan explained.

"Thank you, Om." Aira wrapped her hands around Affan's body.

"It's night. Let's go to sleep." Affan returned Aira's embrace.

That night, they felt like a real couple. There was no distance between the two that kept them apart so far away like several days had passed.

In Faya's room, by the way,

Faya's phone rang indicating a new message was coming in. He had just finished his task with his new laptop and was lying in bed. Bi Sumi was already asleep in the extra bed that was beside her bed.

'Who are these nights texting?' Faya retrieves her phone which she had previously kept on the nightstand.

When he saw a message from a new number, he hesitated to open it. However, her curiosity made her unable to hold back. Faya moved her index finger to touch the screen of her phone.

After reading the message, Faya smiled. It was a message from Chris.

'Why is he so worried about me? Did I look so pathetic?' Faya smiled to herself.

After replying to Kris' message and saying thank you, Faya immediately said goodbye to go back to sleep. They agreed to keep their contacts.

There is nothing wrong with making friends with anyone, even though they have different beliefs, Faya thought. Remembering that it was already very night, he tried to close his eyes. The medicine he took before going to bed began to react and make his drowsiness increase.

A different night is being lived by Amanda. Tonight he spent his time at the bar together with Roland. They had fun celebrating their meeting.

Amanda, who was upset by her unrequited feelings for Affan, was comforted by Roland's presence. Moreover, both of them are close friends in the past and both do not have a partner.

Even so, he had different reasons about the causes of solitude. Roland was not chasing anyone so he was not heartbroken like Amanda was.

"Amanda, don't drink too much. You'll be drunk." Roland took the glass from Amanda's hand.

Amanda pulled her hand back and turned her body back to Roland. He downed the drink in his glass and looked at Roland.

"I want more, Roland." Amanda gave the empty glass to Roland.

"It has. It's late, we have to go home. I don't want you to get drunk. What your family says later, Amanda." Roland called the waiter and paid their bills.

Amanda was still trying to rebel against Roland, but Rolan still took her away from there. Roland doesn't know if Amanda lives alone in his house. Her parents are dead and both of her sisters live out of town with her husband.

Along the way to the car, Amanda kept babbling. He spoke in an unclear voice. Roland took her patiently.

"I didn't think you'd be this drunk, Amanda. You only drink a few slogis." Roland was relieved that they had finally arrived in the car.

On weekends, the streets are still very crowded even though it was raining so hard this afternoon. The young people were seen milling around wearing motorcycles. Culinary sellers along their journey also look crowded. A sight that Roland had always longed for while living abroad.

Their trip does not last long because Amanda's residence is not too far from the bar they visited. Less than half an hour's car carrying the two was parked in front of Amanda's house.

Roland pressed the bell outside the fence. A middle-aged woman ran over to the gate and opened it immediately.

Amanda staggered while being pushed by Roland into her house. Once inside the house, she looks confused because she does not know where Amanda's room is. Roland waited for the ART Amanda who walked up to him.

"Bi, can you show me where Amanda's room is?" ask Roland.

Bi Asih, ART Amanda looked at Roland with some thought. At her age, Amanda doesn't have a boyfriend. She had also just seen Roland today when she was picking up her master.

Given her position as only a maid in the house, Bi Asih could not do anything about it. He is afraid to make mistakes.

"Let's come with me, sir." Bi Asih walked ahead of Roland and Amanda.

The three of them walked up the stairs and went to the second floor of the house. Upstairs there are three different rooms. Amanda's room is at the very end.

Bi Asih showed Amanda the room. During her time working in the house, she never entered the private room of her employer. Amanda forbids her and Hani, another ART from going into her room, only for certain times they are asked to clean it up at the weekend.

"Thank you, Bi. Sillakan rested again. Let me take care of Amanda" Roland said before opening the door to his room.

"Good, Sir. Excuse me."

After Bi Asih's departure, Roland opened Amanda's room door. Light blue shades make the atmosphere of the room look fresh. There was some wallpaper lining the walls of the room.

Roland admired Amanda's room design. There is a large photo hanging in the corner of the room adds to the artistic impression.

"I'm where? I am no stranger to this place? Hey ... Are you Affan? No-no, Affan wouldn't touch me even though I fell down in front of him. Even when I pretended to faint, she wouldn't help me." Amanda talks slurping.

Roland immediately took her to his bed and helped her lie down properly. She painstakingly took off Amanda's shoes and covered her body.

"That's a pity for you, Amanda. Is that your heart now?" Amanda held Roland's hand firmly unwilling to let him go.

Amanda's hand held her even more, making Roland feel sorry for her. He chose to drop his body in a position next to Amanda.

His eyes caught an object that caught his attention. A frame lay on the table in a face down position.

Roland was curious about the photo of who was inside the frame. His body shifted closer to the nightstand and reached the frame with one hand. His right hand was still held tightly by Amanda.

The pigura was successfully grabbed and had moved into his hands. A worn portrait is displayed inside. Three people pose in high school uniforms.

'Within how you feel about Affan, Amanda. That bastard had already wasted the person who truly loved him. I'll make the calculations with you Affan!' Roland looked at the frame furiously then placed it roughly on the table.

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