Bad Boy In Love
Four Bottles

The eagle grabbed the two bottles he had just placed on the table. He walked leisurely to the television room, turned it on and sat on the carpet without any concern for Nindya. Eagles are not wanting to be disturbed, advised let alone scolded.

One small gulp and kept repeating made the Eagle's face turn red, his eyes also looked more cute than before. The eagle did not stop downing his drink, occasionally looking up at the ceiling of the room with a complicated mind.

Nindya just sat watching while reading in the library. He had never seen an expression of such deep sadness from an Eagle. Wouldn't looking up only be done if there might be tears to spill? Nindya was suspicious of her judgment even though the contents of her head said so.

"Bu Nindya .. is it wrong for a child to miss his dead mother?" The Eagle's eyes were red, glaring sharply at Nindya in search of answers.

Nindya shook her head lightly with a gentle expression, "That's right, El! That feeling is given by God so that you always remember how important the presence of a mother is to a child!"

The eagle laughed miserably, many wounds were delivered from the expression that Nindya thought was strange and unusual. There was countless anger and pain mixed in that handsome but messy face.

"Does Miss Nindya still have a mother?" asked the huffed Eagle. A sentence that revealed that he was looking for someone who had the same hurt feelings as him.

"Yes, I still have a mother, she's in Semarang. But ... I haven't had a father since I was a kid, does that relieve you?"

Nindya did not want to answer wrongly, she obviously could not compare the sadness that Eagle was feeling with the sadness he had experienced. For Nindya, heartache and disappointment are more appropriate to be pinned when remembering her father.

A father who chooses to go with another woman no longer leaves sadness, but the worst leaves a sense of disbelief in the name of a man. His father had formed Nindya from childhood to be friends with only his mother and books.

It was clearly different from the Eagle who wailed because his mother went to face God much faster than expected.

The breakup with her parents did not leave her severely injured in the heart as her mother took on a dual role until now. Nindya did not suffer as deeply as the serious young man asked her.

The eagle gulped down his drink again until the two bottles in front of him were almost empty. The eagle stared softly at the last bottle, looking for the look of the face that he so longed for, which might be found looming on the inanimate object. The eagle looked up again and turned towards Nindya, commenting on a wry smile.

Eagle's face was as red as fried shrimp, he finally took off his shirt because it was very hot. But the Eagle still did not want to stop drinking until the last drop, this time somehow the Eagle felt less.

"The drink runs out, Miss Nindya, I bought it for a while! I will come back here again" said the Eagle with a sad smile.

Nindya stood up because the Eagle also tried to stand with a staggering condition, starting to get drunk heavily. His body staggered as he walked slowly forward Nindya for a parting.

"You're too drunk, El! It is dangerous to drive in such conditions! You can't go out without your clothes on!" Nindya blocked the Eagle's arm with all her might with a concerned tone.

The eagle looked at Nindya's face with a gentle look, "What, Ma?"

"Why didn't you go out with El?" The eagle again asked with a helpless expression like a deeply injured person.

"I'm not your mom, El! I'm Miss Nindya …." The young lecturer replied softly but firmly. He guided the Eagle back to the carpet, laying it down forcefully.

Before long, Eagle's disease when drunk relapsed. The eagle was unable to withstand the nausea, until the Nindya carpet became the target of vomiting.

Nindya complains of feeling the stinging smell spreading in the room, she takes a small towel to wipe away the vomit marks that were on the face and body of the Eagle. Cover wet marks on the carpet with another cloth and force the Eagle's body not to sleep on its vomit.

Nindya did not resist at all as the Eagle pulled her into the embrace. According to Nindya, the Eagle is not a criminalist drunk.

"Elang misses mom!" muttered Eagle hugged until Nindya's breath felt tight.

"El, I'm not …." Nindya was powerless to deny any more, her heart was also in pain staring at the Eagle's expression. Nindya realized that the Eagle could not listen or care if the one she held was not her mother.

Nindya looked at the Eagle's face with pity, she felt the same fate even though not in the same case. They long for the one who is no longer by their side until the deepest heart, longing for the torment of the rusted without any cure.

The eagle curled up with wet eyes, he was crying in the arms of a woman, the affectionate embrace he remembered once obtained from the woman who gave birth to him.

Nindya stretched out her right hand, rubbed the Eagle tears with her thumb and put away the child's hair that fell over her forehead, lightly caressing it with a touch of love, she said, sweeping cleans the water that still continues to flow from the closed eyes of the Eagle.

Suddenly the Eagle caught his hand, held onto Nindya's fingers and grasped them tightly.

With eyes still closed, the Eagle carried his hand containing Nindya's fingers to his lips, kissed long but very lightly, then placed it on his chest, tightly hugging Nindya's fingers without letting go.

Nindya was stunned to find the Eagle's breath that went up and down more regularly, until it finally turned into a smooth snoring that rhymed low. The eagle fell asleep in his drunkenness, in his sorrow.

With a slow movement, Nindya took off her hand without waking the Eagle. Provides a comfortable position on the Eagle and closes the door of the house after locking the front fence.

Nindya let the Eagle sleep alone in front of the television, while she went into the room and laid down her body, bringing all the painful feelings the Eagle felt into her heart.

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