Mirages
Story of Cheria: Meet

A place in the capital, where the night will be more crowded and more noisy. A place where people look for escape over the problems they are facing, and want a moment of pseudo-pleasure.

The frenetic place of the night in the city was so pronounced, and it had become a talk because of a woman who was so challenging every striped nose that tried to brave him, he said, but now the woman is no longer there.

Looks like a woman wearing smart casual clothes. A top with a fluffy bottom, combined with matching material pants, and a red handbag, appeared to enter the nightlife.

The appearance of this woman was so contrasted with the people who were in the place. Everyone even looked strangely at the woman.

He walked straight through the sea of humans who were swarming on the dance floor, and ignored their gazes at all.

The woman who looks tangled, even with the makeup polish is still intact, approached the bar table awaited by a barista trust boss paradise fall.

“Begging the loudest,” excites the woman.

Samuel did not answer. He only noticed a glimpse of the woman before him, then began to sculpt an ice cube until it was somewhat round.

He then placed the ice pack into a short glass glass, as well as a wishkey bottle, and presented it in front of the woman.

“Thanks,” said.

The woman looked troubled while opening the bottle cover, which was actually not so tight, to make Samuel came back to her and grabbed the bottle from the woman's hand.

“This should not be too difficult,” Samuel said flatly.

He returned the bottle that had been opened and poured a little of its contents into the glass.

“Sorry. My mood is chaotic, so everything feels difficult for me,” said the woman.

“I know. If your heart is fine, it is also impossible for you to come to a place like this, especially with your appearance,” said Samuel while looking back at the woman's clothes

The woman looked at herself. He also chuckled amusedly while holding his forehead. The drink that was poured by the barista, he drank with a single throat.

“Aaaahh, this is really hard. My throat is burning,” complained Cheria.

“But, apparently, it's not the first time you've had alcohol,” Samuel quipped.

The woman poured her drink back a full glass, and sipped it slowly.

“Yeah, this is just my friend for a few years. Especially when I'm really screwed,” said the woman.

He held out his hand toward Samuel.

“I Riri, can you know what your name is?” said the woman who is none other than Cheria, sister of Lingga.

Samuel welcomed the woman's hand in front of him.

“Samuel. Call me Sam,” Samuel said.

“Alright, Sam. Looks like I will often come here because my day can certainly be heavier,” said Cheria.

“No problem. But I rarely give deals to others,” Samuel quipped.

Cheria laughed at the innuendo of the man she had just known.

“Hahahaha, you're so funny, Sam. Do I look like a hard guy? Relax, I will always pay for what I order,” Cheria replied.

The man also smiled at the words of the woman who was a little drunk.

His attention was distracted, when a customer came to his bar table and ordered something.

Samuel then let Cheria drink alone, because she still had to continue her work.

Just now that he finished serving a customer, Samuel who again saw Cheria's condition, made head bobbles.

“For a while I stayed, he's fallen. Really suck,” taunts Samuel.

But suddenly, Cheria who had been lying face down on the table, with her arms folded as a pedestal, stood up and looked directly at Samuel.

“I'm not drunk yet. I'm just tired,” said Cheria with a voice that sounded groping.

“Obviously drunk. Still evasive. Hey, Missy. You better go home. Let me get you a replacement driver,” exclaimed Samuel.

“Do not!” peekik Cheria, until Samuel who was about to contact someone, put his cell phone back.

“Please don't tell me to go home. I really want to escape for now. Today was hard for me. Let me here first, Sam,” whine Cheria.

“Good. But remember, this is where the demons gather. I can't guarantee you'll be whole when you get home. And one more thing, do not bother me, what else when you've hang over,” exclaimed Samuel.

“Good. Alright. It's up to you, Sam. I just want to forget about today's problems,” said Cheria.

The woman returned to drink. Samuel, who was not a customer at the time, continued to be bothered with Cheria who complained to him, about how much work the brother left him.

Moreover, the arrival of his former lover that made him upset, and added to the burden of the mind.

Samuel didn't pay attention to it at all. However, he still captures all the words spoken by Cheria.

The night is getting late, and Cheria still insists on staying in the place. While in paradise fall, the atmosphere is increasingly crowded and prone to a woman who is already very drunk like that.

Samuel repeatedly asks her to go home, but Cheria still does not want to.

“My mother can hang me alive if I come home drunk like this, Sam. You tau? Hang,” he said while showing the dead in a hanging condition, with tongues sticking out and eyes wide open.

So stubborn. I better see his identity card. Sorry if I was presumptuous, inward Samuel.

The man then opened Cheria's bag on the bar table, and took the wallet from inside.

An identification card, embedded in one of the pockets.

“Amarta Cheria Princess Wijaya. Wijaya's? Looks like this name is no stranger,” muttered Samuel.

While he was still busy remembering the surname of the drunken woman, a group of three men approached and began to disturb Cheria.

“Hai, beautiful. Alone already? Follow brother yuk,” godanya, while embracing the body that has been very drunk.

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