Bare With Bastard
What did Marco just ask for? (Marco POV)
"You drunk?" nindi asked, the woman grabbed the beer that Marco was holding, Marco was just about to down her if Nindi had not taken the drink from his hand.
"Stop!" nindi yelled, she was so frustrated, seeing Marco, not understanding exactly what kind of problem the man was facing that he was making booze an escape.
"Stop?" Marco looked at Nindi coldly, only this time he was a little indifferent to the woman, usually he always treated Nindi very special.
"Marco, if there's a problem it says?" intercept Nindi when Marco wants to take back his drink.
"The problem? Hahaha, it's the Princess, it's just that I deserve to have a problem, any problem won't dare come to me." Marco was already a little drunk, but he was still able to survive to maintain his consciousness, the proof he could still see clearly Nindi came to him at the nightclub where he spent time.
Back then, I really felt that my relationship with Nindi might be over, but in fact... What I was thinking didn't happen at all, even that night was actually the beginning of our real relationship.
When I think of this, I always shake my head, thinking that it is impossible.
"It's all over, what Miss came here for, your face.I'm upset to see this face and unfortunately I can't be angry if it's about you." said Marco, Nindi was right in front of him.
"Marco, what are you saying?" nindi asked, it seemed that the woman was quite surprised to hear Marco who said he was annoyed to see his face.
"Good! You pretend not to know who you really are?"
"Marco, you're drunk!" nindi snapped, the smell of drinks burst, whether it was bottled to how much Marco had eaten.
"No, I'm not drunk." Marco snorted angrily, turned on the cigarette and took a sip, spewing the smoke right in front of Nindi to make the tender woman cough.
"You're not gonna like me, are you?" marco asked suddenly, "Then, what are you here for? As if you care, listen Miss... I can't stand it, I won't get drunk with just this drink, just a few bottles won't make me fall."
Marco stood up, showing that he was absolutely fine.
"I was completely out of my mind when that feeling came to me, but I have no regrets... Absolutely not, it's just that sometimes I hate, no... Not hate you, but I hate myself, not deserve it! You bastard, how dare you! Plakk!" Marco slapped his own cheek, so hard that it gave off a reddish mark.
He said he would not be drunk, but he was almost unconscious.
Nindi cried, Marco who saw it became inescapable claustrophobic and said, "I am the one in pain, why are you the one who shed tears, it's nothing so inappropriate."
"We... I don't think it's close enough to give each other any attention, don't waste it just for me."
Marco rubbed the soft tears running down Nindi's cheeks, "Ah, look, even I'm half crazy, you must be crying because I look so pitiful right? No no, don't mind, I'm fine."
At that time, Nindi hugged me tightly, I really did not understand her way of thinking, actually what she felt towards me, I wanted to be more confident thinking I was that person, she said, but after that I must have laughed miserably, it was the worst thing I ever thought, well isn't it an impossibility.
"Don't be like this!" Nindi said, her tears were getting broken, Marco rubbed the back, he said, no one made her cry, even if it was her... Then he won't like it either.
"Don't overdo it, we're not this close." said Marco, holding tightness in his chest, aching.
"I like you Marco, the person I've been talking about is you, but why don't you understand too, don't be like this Marco, actually there's a problem with making you ignore me and then drink like this."
It was like being hit by a boulder on my chest, that Nindi was crazy, that she was drunk too, but I hadn't seen her drink after meeting me at the club that time, why is he talking raving? It's ridiculous!
"ignored you? Am I brave?" Marco again sipped his cigarette, the smoke billowing in any direction when he exhaled.
He, like me? Is the world turned upside down? Do you want an apocalypse?
I took her hand, I took her out of the nightclub, I wanted to hear her once more, more clearly, in a state of calm and silence.
I turned on my bike, I took him with me and my bike stopped in a hotel yard, didn't I... Where can I bring it to such an expensive place, just an inn, yet luxurious enough for the size of an inn, but it cannot be said of a hotel.
He grimaced at the place, as if he could guess how asshole I was. No Nindi, you have to believe, that day was the first day I brought a woman to such a place, I admit my demeaning and villainous female appearance, please don't make you misunderstand me, I've only been in love once, and that woman is you.
"Say one more time?"
"What?"
"What did you say out loud at the club?" Marco looked down at this woman before him. However, he refused to believe, and thought Nindi was just bragging.
"I like you!" said firmly Nindi, Marco flabbergasted, is this true?
"Did I believe?" ask Marco.
Well right, it's impossible.
"You don't believe it?" nindi asked, her eyes dimmed, even though it was only illuminated by the moonlight far up there, but it was enough that Marco could see Nindi's complaining gaze.
"What is the evidence then?" challenge Marco.
"Evidence?"
"Yes, love statements don't have to be proven to be trustworthy."
"Emm, what kind of evidence do you want?" nindi asked, a little afraid, but Marco who was drunk and at that time was guarding his consciousness even accidentally ignored Nindi's fear.
"Are you really going to prove it?"
"If I can, I'll prove it so you can trust my words."
"Well, are we playing a drama, a Princess fell in love with a tramp... Oh my God, please wake me up..."
"Just say, this is not a dream." pinta Nindi firmly.
"What an interesting Princess! All right, how about, sleep with me!" challenge Marco.
Nindi fell silent, and slowly shook her head, what did Marco just ask for?"
Seriate...
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