Honor Behind the Stain
Club

Zada. “You asked Khanza?”

“Yes.  Is that wrong?”  

“Oh no.  I heard from Khanza that you're divorced from him.  And you're not husband and wife anymore, are you?”

The emperor sighed.  “That stuff has already fallen.  But there is still a reference term.”

“Oh... would you like to refer to him?”  Zada raised an eyebrow.

“Do you know where he is now?  You are his close friend, a little bit you must know his whereabouts.  And if you know where he is, I'd like you to meet me with him.”

“Oh Lord... I was just confused to be happy or sad for Khanza's farewell to you.  I'm sad that my best friend's happiness is gone, but I'm glad that there's a chance to get a handsome, established boss like you.  He heee...” Zada scratched his small nose.  

The emperor could only be speechless hearing those words.

“Kanda.  It's really okay too.”  Again Zada interrupted.  “Alright, you wanted to meet with Khanza through my intermediary right?”

“Ya.”  Emperor nodded.  “Is Khanza at his house now?”

“No.  He is rarely at home.  As always, he likes to crawl, just like me.  We are bored if we have to spend time at home sitting still.”

Without Zada's explanation, the Emperor had known Khanza, a bar-bar girl who likes to wander and not stay at home.  The places to go are also places to have fun that do not bring the slightest benefit.

“Then?  Where is she?” ask Emperor.

“So she was with me at the cafe, then she went to the night club.”

There was a heavy sigh coming out of the Emperor's mouth.  He rubbed his face.  “Show me the place.”

“Okey.  Do you want a motorbike with me?”  Zada chuckles.

“No.  I just got in the car following you.”

They skated towards the club shown by Zada.

“Do I need to come in?” ask Zada when he arrives at the club.

“No.  I'll go in by myself.” 

"Thank you for driving me." The emperor did not care about Zada's words, he immediately stepped into the club.  Once inside, he was immediately greeted with an atmosphere that he had never met all this time.  The situation as he saw it he had never visited at all.  That place is not his favorite place, where men and women mingle, dance, embrace each other.  

Cigarette smoke is scattered in the air, liquor is the windfall of visitors, the sound of music makes the heart beat uncomfortable.The room with a flickering lamp is as if crowded with humans.  

“Drink, Bang!”  A woman offered the Emperor a yellowish drink.  His appearance was almost like a bath because like a lack of clothing material it made the Emperor shake his head quickly.  Such a woman would definitely instantly wriggle great if it was responded to more.

The emperor passed by the drinkers, continuing to walk until he stood alone on the wall. He refused when the bartender offered him a drink by waving his hand. His gaze circulated looking for a familiar figure, only Khanza. But until now he had not found the woman's face. He had been hoping to pull the woman out of the place, taking her away from the location filled with maksiat. 

Ah, unfortunately he no longer has the right to it, he is not Khanza's husband anymore. 

The Emperor's mind was still bright when he found the figure he was looking for, Khanza.

The woman with the black tank top combined with the mini skirt sat cross-legged, occasionally sipping a drink. He seemed to be accustomed to the activity, so he did not need to feel difficulty when swallowing. 

Khanza looked aloof. No one accompanied him. The woman appeared to have refused several times when several men offered to get acquainted.

Khanza's attention was on a woman sitting not far from him.  The woman looked haughty by berating the bartender who served the drink several times and was considered wrong.  Starting from the wrong type of drink, a slightly spilled drink, even he also mita a little ice and sugar just so that the bartender back and forth to serve him alias just humiliate him in front of many people.  

The curly-haired woman even insulted the bartender.  The whole thing was a hobby.  Seeing the person he thought was beneath him being oppressed was a beautiful sight for him.  

Khanza pulls the arm of the bartender.  “Already!  Go there!”

The bartender nodded and left.

Seeing Khanza intervening, the curly-haired woman stared cynically at Khanza, but she dared not fight Khanza.  He understood that Khanza was a woman who often went there, even bars.  He could have been grabbed and even humiliated in front of many people if he fought Khanza.

“I’m surprised!  Likes not to think the same mature citizens, who like kepo, embarrassing them in public over mistakes like asking for less ice or sugar. You might think that it’s a big deal, but they’re humans who make mistakes as well.  Is it worth it?”  Khanza spoke rather loudly, making the curly-haired woman turn her face upside down. 

The woman did not reply to Khanza's remarks.

Khanza also thought, does the woman not understand the meaning of his words?  Isn't that arrogant figure usually always has a high level?  Do they understand English too?  But it seems that Khanza's conjecture is wrong, because the opponent is an elementary school graduate who does not understand English.

“You may think that it was a big deal, but they are also human beings who can make mistakes.  Was that your act worth it?  You do that for no reason,” Khanza added then returned to drinking.  Somehow he joined this way, wanted to interfere with other people's affairs, to the point of being a hero defending the bartender.  It's never he's done before.

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