Love Keinara
Deteriorated

The sound of music echoed throughout the room. So loud it's ear-splitting for the unaccustomed. Some people who are in that place enjoy it by moving their bodies to the rhythm of music, some

again just sit accompanied by alcoholic drinks with a pungent odor.  Fakhri became one of them.

Accompanied by a bottle of alcohol and a pack of cigarettes, Fakhri and his three friends sat on one of the sofas in the club that night. After a long time away from the place, now Fakhri set foot there again. And it was welcomed by his three friends who were used to being in that place.

Vano, Rino and Doni should be disappointed, as Fakhri is more focused on his cigarettes and drinks, rather than talking to them. Occasionally the man seemed to take a deep breath, to relieve his chest that felt tight.

His eyes looked unfulfilled. The young man's body and mind were not in the same place.

“Think what Ri, seriously think very much.”  Tanya Rino who had since noticed Fakhri's attitude.

“Heh...not thinking of anything.”  Fakhri replied, who then downed the drink until the glass he was holding was empty, and it was the third glass. Followed by the smoke from the cigarette he smoked.

“You're sure....Or do you want to tell us the same story?. We pastidengerin really ..!.” Rino again.

Fakhri flanged, pouring a drink into his glass.

“Already Ri...... not most, I'm lazy if you have to take you home.”  Vano said he did not want his friend to be drunk, because he would be forced to take Fakhri home.

Fakhri just smiled and then again downed his drink again, until it ran out.Vano quickly put away the bottle of drink in front of Fakhri which is still filled.

“Van...!.” Call Fakhri who looks disappointed and eyes that look sharp

“Already Ri....enough...don't drink most!.”  Doni Sahut.

Among Fakhri and his three friends, Fakhri was the easiest to get drunk despite drinking just one glass of the intoxicating drink.

“One more glass..” Reply Fakhri who tried to reach for the bottle of drinks kept away by Vano.

His three friends could not prevent. Fakhri literally poured the contents of the bottle into the glass until the glass was fully filled. This time he just drank the drink after the cigarettes he smoked were exhausted.

Vano, Rino and Roni are only able to look at his best friend who seems to be burdened by a problem.They three finally let Fakhri with his world, not intending to disturb him. Maybe Fakhri is looking to vent the burden on him, the three thought.

Fakhri looked to be rubbing his eyes .

“Keinara...!.” Fakhri shouted as he saw a girl passing by in front of him.

Feeling that the girl did not respond to his call, Fakhri tried to chase her. But when he just got up from his seat, his body was so limp that he sat back on the sofa. While his eyes continue to search for the whereabouts of the girl he thought Keinara was.

“Keinara...?.” said the three friends of Fakhri, who felt he had heard that name.

Fakhri tried to get up from his seat but again grew limp.

“Fix....we have to go home now...” Said Doni and assented by his two friends.

Doni holds Fakhri's body by holding Fakhri's hand around his neck. With the help of two friends, Doni takes Fakhri out of the place.

“Where are we going?...” Ask Fakhri who has been controlled by alcohol.

“We're home..!” Answer Vano.

“I don't want to go home. I want to see Keinara..” Fakhri replied, trying to turn his body back into the club.

“Eits..mau where?. We gohome...Keinara is not there!.” Rino pushed Fakhri's body which kept trying to re-enter the noisy room.

Doni opened the door of Fakhri's car and placed the owner next to the driver's seat. Doni drives the car and the owner home, while his two friends follow from behind.

“Fakhri...Fakhri... Because your girls get drunk like this.Fright love are you the same girl?”  Doni asked the drunk guy next to her.

“I love him..lovely love him...he...he....” Fakhri replied in a typical drunken tone.

“That's great girl, can make this play boy the same as him.” Doni Mumbles.

Doni managed to bring Fakhri to the bottom of his house. Assisted by the security guard, Doni brought Fakhri into the house. At two o'clock in the morning Fakhri's mother was awake. The woman wearing a mukena was about to head to the kitchen to get some drinking water, when she heard the door open. The woman believes Fakhri opened the door, because she knew her son had not returned after saying goodbye to meet his friends.

“Astaghfirulloh Fakhri....!!.” Pekik Bu Talia saw his son coming home with his friend's papah. The stinging smell of alcohol told him that Fakhri was drunk.

“Hard-to-room antar just Don..” Pinta ma'am Talia. And immediately followed by Doni who is still assisted by security guards.

Doni swept Fakhri's body up to the top floor with great difficulty. Until finally Doni managed to lay Fakhri's body on his bed.  Keinara's name is sometimes spoken of from Fakhri's lips.

“Thank you son Doni, sorry to bother.” Talia said as soon as Doni came out of Fakhri's room.

“Sama-sama aunty, then I say goodbye.”

Talia's mother escorted Doni to the front door, before finally re-entering her son's room.

“Hem...there is a problem what this child is. Until he gets drunk like this.” Thought Talia ma'am who understood her son's habits. Fakhri will run to alcoholic beverages, if he experiences problems that burden his mind.

The mother looked at the face of her son, who was sleeping. Different from usual, fakhri's face this time seemed to imply a deep sadness.

“Keinara....don't go.....!”.

“Keinara...?” Mumbled the Mother full of tanya.”Is that the girl who made Fakhri like this?.  What's with their relationship?.” The middle-aged woman again muttered.

The mother is the most comfortable place for Fakhri to pour out his complaints, including all about Keinara. But that was before Fakhri was hit. Since he was amnesiac, his mother had not heard Fakhri's stories about Keinara even about their relationship.

After taking off her shoes and enveloping her son's body, Madam Surya Permana came out of her son's room. Letting his son rest from all the problems that interfere with his mind until noon.

“Fakhri....Build....!.”

The voice of the mother who was stroking her hair, disturbed the sleep of the man who was drunk last night. Fakhri opened his eyes which still felt heavy.

“Delay...” Call Fakhri in a hoarse voice.

“It's noon son....ayo quickly wake up!.”

The clockwork on the wall of Fakhri's room pointed at the number 11, and it left its owner rounding his eyes in surprise. He remembered today that there was a meeting with some of his staff at the office. And now he's very

be late.

“Mother why not wake up Fakhri from earlier...” Fakhri protested as he ran into the bathroom.

The woman shook her head at the behavior of her youngest child, and then passed to prepare a glass of milk for her son.

“Perhaps because he was drunk last night, he forgot that he was a leader who could postpone or cancel meetings in his office. Moreover, this is only a meeting with his subordinates.” Murmured Bu Talia who was going down the stairs to the dining room.

Finished with his activities in the bathroom, Fakhri who was still using a towel to cover the lower part of his body, picked up the phone lying on the nightstand.

“Hallo Ngga. Meeteng we postpone until we finish lunch hour .”

“Heh...iya, I told them.” Reply Rangga who actually already knows if his boss will come late.

“Since when did you become a psychic...I just said but you already know first?!.”

“Ngot important ...which for sure I also know if you wake up late because last night drunk and go home early.”

“Aishhh....it looks like there is a good cooperation between you and the house person.”.

“Ha...ha...ha.....”.

Fakhri immediately closed his phone as soon as he heard Rangga's laughter. Rangga made him able to breathe freely, at least he had time to relax in his room.

Finished changing clothes, Fakhri went down to the dining room. There the mother had just finished making a glass of milk for her.

“Nih drink her milk..it's a healthy drink, not intoxicating.”  Talia ma'am's orders while insinuating.

Fakhri smiled and immediately drank the milk offered by his mother. Unaware of his mother's insinuation.

“Why is mom ngliatin me like that?.” Fakhri asked when she realized her mother was watching her while she was enjoying two slices of jam-treated bread.

“Nnothing...emang can not mother ngliatin own children.?”

“Ya is fine. It's just weird. Moreover, the mother ngliatinnya so much.”

“Regularly..Your feelings are only times.” Reply Ms. Talia with a meaningful smile.

Finished with his meal, Fakhri wanted to return to his room.

“You are sure, there is nothing you want to tell me?.” Talia ma'am, make her son stop his steps .

“Mom's intent..?.”

“Mother has long not heard you tell me about your boyfriend, whose name is it...mother forgets..!.”.

Fakhri's face instantly changed, hearing his mother's words. And his mind floated on the girl who was crying yesterday in front of him.

“Sorry mom, Fakhri can't tell now.”

“Nothing. Mother will wait until you want a story. But mother hope, only mother that you make a place you pour out all your complaints, not the drink.”

“So you know I was drunk last night?.”

Ms. Talia nodded with a disappointed face.

“Sorry mother..”.

“This time you forgive.but next time you will think twice to forgive you.”

Fakhri was silent. Actually he was eager to explain why he got drunk last night. But he can't do it now.

“Ya already...go.”.

Eventually Talia's mother let her son re-enter her room, to prepare to go to the office.