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S2. Seven

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Home is not Louis's goal now. His heart and mind are in chaos. He preferred to turn his iron horse wheel into a high-class bar just to sip a glass or two of wine to calm his brain, after which he went home.

During a trip and drive to a bar that became a subscription several years ago, Louis continued to think about Nolan's whereabouts in Caca's apartment. Just a coincidence, or did Caca go alone with the man?

Louis' fingers crumpled tightly to the steering wheel until his fingers turned white. Not wanting to be inedible with emotions further, Louis removed one palm from the steering wheel to massage his head that felt heavy, even before sipping wine from the bar, his head had felt so heavy just because he thought of Nolan's whereabouts, in the parking area of Caca's apartment. What's that guy doing there? Why exactly the same with Caca's return home?

Then Louis shook his head, wanting to divert that moment from his mind. He remembered how he had left his dark world at that time. He smiled narrowly, then a name appeared in his brain. Claritas. Yes, that girl who has changed the lifestyle of Louis who used to be dark and likes to spend time to have fun outside, to be the person who is like now, useful for others. It was Clarita who made her heart beat hard when she saw a woman. And Clarita was the only woman who managed to get her to her knees in a sense of love. And this is the reason why she loves Caca so much and doesn't want to lose her even if it's just a fingernail.

But now, why would he doubt?

Why would she now doubt Clarita's feelings for him?

Louis's eye bead again highlighted the ring embedded in his ring finger. She still vividly remembers how Caca smiled when she put it on her. Such a beautiful smile, and also sincere.

Caca can accept himself as he is. Although they differ in beliefs, Caca always appreciates it when it comes to worship on Sundays. And on the contrary, Louis always appreciated how Caca did her duty as a woman who prayed five times a day. They always had no problem with that. But why did Louis doubt him now? What is Caca's only way to make it—

Louis hit the steering wheel hard enough to stop the bad guesses about the caca. His jaw tightened and his breath hunted down when his heart suddenly beat heavy enough that his blood hissed coldly to all inches of his muscles.

“SIAL!” ogat Louis echoed the entire room of the mercy car he was riding in. “What exactly was their relationship first?!” Frustrated muttering. Caca still did not want to talk anything to make Louis careless himself.

And shortly after, Louis's car had entered the bar area. A parking guide told him to align the expensive car with another car. Only then did Louis come out and walk towards the entrance of the bar that used to be his favorite place to spend time if his brain was in a mess, like today.

Inside, dark shades dominate. Some tables are filled by couples who are not supposed to be able to sit together, lap, even kiss without shame.

Not wanting to interfere in the sinful affairs of others, Louis headed to the bartender's table. Ordering the most expensive wine without caring for his account is drained.

“Chateau Margaux.” said as he raised his hand pointing at the number one, and it was with great pleasure that the young man behind the table took one bottle of the drink Louis wanted, opened it, and opened it, then presented it in front of Louis with a high-necked glass filled with ice.

A woman who was sitting not far from Louis, noticed Louis's appearance from top to bottom. He was sure he had seen the man, and walked over.

“Louis?”

The man turned his head and watched the woman who was wearing ordinary clothes— in the sense that it did not open—it was carefully. He was writing to try to remember.

“I Gita.”

Aw, Gita. Her Junior Friends weren't she?

“Gita SMP Wide?”

The girl nodded. He pulled up a high chair and sat not far from Louis.

“You're more handsome now.”

Louis chuckles. Gita is still cheerful as before, whereas he heard, this woman was depressed because of her stepmom. “Still.”. Louis called the bartender and asked for a new glass. “Chateau. You must try.” he said sad while pouring into a glass that was just given the bartender and push it in front of the Gita. While the woman, chuckled and received a glass Louis gave.

Louis only spent one or two glasses, but because he met the Gita and felt he had to retire, Louis now sprawled helplessly on the bartender's table. Damn, he didn't bring a driver.

His head felt so heavy, and his vision seemed to split in two because it was too dizzy. His body was also like being burned and wanted to immediately touch the water, then sleep.

Instead of going home after successfully paying the bar bill with the rest of his consciousness, walking away he had a hard time and was forced to accept Gita's kindness to carry her and drive her home.

Gita does feel a weight in her head, but she hasn't lost consciousness like Louis, so she's still able to hold the wheel to drive Loius home and ask the driver to follow her from behind. Because after driving Louis home later, he also had to hurry home immediately.

Along the way to the house, she simply follows the direction of the maps Louis gave her before the man fell unconscious.

“Mang Adam wait a minute. I'd like to take my friend inside first.”

“Iya, non.” said Adam replied obediently. But seeing his master in trouble, Adam offers help, but Gita is rejected because she feels still capable even though it is undeniable that she feels difficulty carrying Louis' body weight.

He reached into Louis' pocket for pocket to find the keys to this luxurious house. And Gita found a flat card and then attached it to the flashing tool until it sounded beep.

Door back clenched and automatic locking. And still with a little difficulty, Gita finally managed to put Louis on a spacious sofa resembling a bed in the living room. Louis had opened his eyes but could not say anything because he felt so dizzy and nauseous.

Until he saw a woman walking toward him with a glass of water, Louis lowered the arm he had placed on his head, and saw her face.

“Caca?”

The caca? The Gita's mind is shrinking.

“Caca who? I'm gita.”

“Hey, don't joke. I am your future husband, how can I not remember you, hm?!” louis said, rising from his recline, then sitting up straight and occasionally shaking his head, against the dizziness that continued to whack his head.

“SIAL!” he cursed while massaging his heavy head.

”Ca, take me to room.”

Still curious about the figure called Louis Caca, Gita obeyed the man and carried him back to the room.

Louis fell flat on his back with his legs wide open. He then highlighted the woman who was still standing not far from him, deserved to pull his wrist until it fell right on his body.

Gita thrashed to get up when Louis seemed to be lusting. It's not good, and he has to get out of here. Gita keeps trying to take Louis' tight hug off to her by pressing the man away. But the power is not comparable. Louis pressed the nape of his neck until their lips met. Louis kissed her lips so hard that Gita could no longer dodge them.

And after the kiss came off, Louis looked back at her. The affectionate look that Gita always wanted from a man. He saw Louis's fingers now stroking his face. There was a beautifully circular embedded ring on the man's finger, and that meant the Gita had to leave immediately before something she didn't want happened. He did not want to destroy his own friend's relationship with the man's lover. But the intention simply disappeared after hearing Louis's name just before the man reunited their lips.

“Clarita, I Love You. Don't ever leave me just because of that guy. Eumm?!”

A clarita? Is that the same Clarita name she hated for making Nolan turn away from her?

With a rough movement Gita jerked Louis's hand. The man squirms looking for a huddle. Caca, meanwhile, was busy looking for anything he could hint at the Clarita name he had with from Louis' lips.

Cell phones.

And Gita reached into the pocket of Louis' trousers that made the man grudge. Hurriedly Gita tapped on the expensive phone screen, and .. she felt lucky that Louis's phone was not given a privacy password. Gita ruffled the contents of Louis' phone but found nothing because in the photo section, the app was in the key.

Unyielding, Gita searches through other apps that might give her a clue. He tapped his chin thinking.

Ah, WhatsApp.

And Gita immediately opened the app, which once again made Gita feel lucky for not being asked for a password. He immediately looked for contacts that might show Clarita's face that Louis was referring to. Until ...

Is correct. Clarita is the same as Clarita she meant. Gita highlighted Louis who looked riled up on the bed. He then brought his body back to sit near Louis with a sharp grin on his lips. He imagined how could such a lucky Caca ever get the attention and affection of the man he ever wanted? And himself?

Yes, Louis once liked Gita when sitting on the bench first Junior High. And now the fact is that man is a man who longs for a Clarita.

The gita squeezes the gray bed sheet that becomes their base. The hatred he had long buried, came back to the surface after he was disappointed that Louis' affection for him was for Clarita. An idea of revenge appears in Gita's head. He wanted Caca to feel what he was feeling. A taste that was so excruciating and made him hurt. Gita will avenge that now.

Slowly, he pulled Louis' body back to face him. He smiled as Louis looked back to lose consciousness. Then, Gita brought her weight closer to Louis, and whispered before the face of the man who was almost asleep.

“You love Caca, right?” said Gita, asductive as she walked down the chest of Louis's field with her index finger . “So help me with this body to make that woman feel a little bit what I used to feel.”[]

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