Honor Behind the Stain
Back to Like Before

"Hello guys!" Khanza approached Zada and Zelin who were shaking their bodies at the night club, they sat in one of the chairs while gulping down a win.

The music sounded very loud.  The lights are flickering but still display a dim atmosphere and the view is not so clear.  The club room was filled with the majority of young men and women.  The view of the closeness between the young man and the young man became a common sight.

Cigarette smoke is scattered in the air, making breath tight.

The smell of alcoholic beverages filled the room.

“Haaai!”  Zada scatters and straight down from the chair.  He hugged Khanza tightly.  “When back?”

Khanza smile.  “Barusan.”

“I mis you so much!”  Zelin stroked Khanza's plain arm with her thumb.  “Common!  We're sitting here.  Tell us everything!”

Khanza took a sitting position between Zada and Zelin.  He missed both of his friends very much.  The togetherness that he had left behind, he had to get back.  The pleasure of being together with his friends made him forget all the problems.  There's just pleasure.

“I heard in Jakarta you got a good job and a big salary.  Whaan?  Really secretary?  Or sell yourself?” ask Zada.

“Hus!  Indiscriminate.  Your nutmeg must be dipentokin to the power pole like let the plate.”  Khanza showed his fist.

Zada just chuckled.  “I've heard everything.  Ganda recounts that Khanza became the Emperor's secretary. Your husband turned out to be the sultan.  Congratulations!”  

“Thanks.  Congratulations I received.  But late.”  Khanza put his shoulders.

“Why layout?  There is no late word.  You have enjoyed that happiness. then there is no late word,” said Zelin.

“Whatever.  Never mind, don't talk about it. I don't want to talk about it.  Where's the drink for me?”

“Waow.  Drink!” Zelin asked the bartender to provide one more bottle of drink.  “Khanza, you are already happy with the Emperor in Jakarta.  You have a rich husband, then why come back here?”

“Silver question!  As if-you wouldn't like me back here again.”  Khanza shakes Zelin's forehead.  

“No. I didn't mean that.  It's just strange, why you came back here again when all you want you have got.  You have a handsome and wealthy husband, you have a lot of wealth from your husband.  So, what made you leave Jakarta and come back here?”

“If I had only been here to visit my parents, how?  Your question doesn't make sense.”

“It is impossible for you to come back here just because you want to visit your parents.  I know very well with you.  You have everything in Jakarta, so why leave the fun in such a short time?  Impossible for you to remember going home if the pleasure is entangling you.”

“Me and the Emperor are divorced.”

Khaza gulped down the drink the bartender gave him.

Zelin looked disappointed and upset.  

Zada looked at pity.

“Emperor has had a woman he loved for a long time, far before I was in his life.  Never mind, let them be happy.  I don't want to tease him,” explains Khanza.

“Khanza!”  The figure of a man came to Khanza.

The three beautiful girls looked over.  Azam, the man who had always thought Khanza was the woman he loved, reappeared in the same place.

“What's up, Zam?” ask Khanza.

“I want to talk to you for a minute.”

“Speak!” Khanza looked lazy in response.

“Not here.”

“Do you still want to say similar things first?  You still curious and want to keep talking to me?”

Azam commented a small smile.  “I accidentally saw you coming out of the house earlier.  I followed you, and I found you here.  How about we go out for a minute?”

“Sorry!”  Khanza held up the sign of refusal.

“Here is not a good place for you.”

“I know.”

“Let me talk to you for a minute.  After that it's up to you.”

“Good.”  Khanza began to carelessly look at Azam who looked like he was whining.  He stood up and left the room.

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