
A few hours later after what was conveyed by Fathan, all the cheer was faked by Vanya, no longer able to do the same. Anxiety enveloped without engineering, fear as well as anxiety, becoming much greater than before.
What's more, after the strands from Rafa in the room. About the sadness as well as the destruction, which certainly would never be able to be borne by Vanya, if all happened to his family.
Now, the woman who chose silence from the arrival of her brother, already occupies a chair in the bar where Ricko guides music. Vanya sat next to the piercing man in the left ear, bringing him a cocktail.
“Diem aja, he said he wanted a party.” The dimpled cheeked man in earrings greeted. “Down.”
“Bawain rather heavy, dong. More this crumple.”
“Crazy, can be massacred! Nothing, it's already the lightest.”
“Please! I won't tell papa, kok.”
“There is Fathan with Rafa, those who will leak. Nothing!”
“Thank you, I paid for him!” Fathan's voice was rising. Vanya and Richo turned their heads, at the over-sized white-tailed man who was approaching with Rafa.
“No need to ngaco!” rafa protest directly.
“I need to find something, you need that too. So, let's just get drunk this time, we can lure him to tell me everything. I'm in charge of the house people.” Fathan whispered, though loud enough to beat the sound of music.
“He hasn't eaten!” try Rafa reminded, that Vanya did not put anything in her stomach when dinner together.
Fathan did not budge, only nudged Rafa's arm and left to sit near Vanya. “R, usually!” he said, to the bartender.
“Height, crazy!” reprimand Richo, glare and hit Fathan's back.
“18, 20!” rafa on the bartender.
“Stress is it a fiancee problem? Just fuck tonight, just like me, no problem!” said the man to his sister.
“Than!” ton Ricko and Rafa.
Fathan is not passionate, eager to create opportunities for honesty over what he really wants to know. Getting her sister drunk, might be the last resort chosen, because any way is not able to make Vanya open her voice.
The bartender offered the ordered drink, Vanya took a look at the older brother, who gave him both eyebrows raised with beads of eyes fixed on the glass for a moment. As if, the man was giving permission once more, or just giving orders for his sister to immediately chug.
Rafa and Richo stared at each other, before finally the view anchored on Vanya who looked doubtful. Wanting to prevent, but the signal Fathan had enough to give a firm ban. The man beside Vanya bought sharp, clenching his teeth at the two people on the right side of the younger brother.
Women supplemented the appearance with long ripped jeans forming legs, and the top dumbbells cast off many doubts, then took a glass and launched on a graceful, in one go.
Rafa continued to look at Vanya's face, and Fathan gave another glass containing the same drink. Richo had shaken to forbid, still the man who had other goals, to strangle the younger brother.
Pause was given, and talks began. Simple, but a little bit of a trick. Richo had to leave, because he should have done the job. For a moment the man who was still a family with Vanya, asked Rafa to never leave.
Rafa sat on the chair that Richo had occupied, looking at Vanya's face with a guilty look. The woman made up thinly widened her smile, then came down from her chair.
Direct balance is not possessed, and it is true what the estimate of Fathan, if his brother will never be able to withstand a longer reaction of high-grade alcohol, which is deliberately chosen as his habit.
“Annya!” rafa exclaimed, the reflex of the hand held Vanya's waist, so as not to fall.
“Master!” his yell. “Why does the master keep me?! Master keeps touching me at will! Why?!” said Vanya fast, able to beat the sound of Richo who began to welcome everyone on the dance floor.
Fathan was surprised instead of playing, his eyes were patterned towards Rafa—leliaki who turned his face into anxiety, when he knew the gaze was fixed on him. Rafa swallowed the salivary deeply, sliding the eye seeds to the other side, avoiding Fathan's increasingly sharpened gaze.