One Night Tragedy's
Part 7's

Coincidentally the head still feels dizzy. The remains of last night's hangover haven't disappeared completely. So, Dakota's taking medication. Than working not optimally.

“Already, I don't care who the man I slept with last night. After all here I am the one who was harmed, not him.” Dakota chose not to recall the incident last night. The work is hard and heavy enough. Don't want to add weight just to find out who the lucky guy gets his chastity.

Dakota is not the type of woman who solves problems by getting married. Not necessarily he is happy, it could just add to the burden. It was enough last night that he went crazy. Let's close the old one, then continue life as usual.

Change clothes with a knee-length sponge skirt and a dark blue blouse. Dakota chose not to wear pants because the groin still feels uncomfortable.

Even so, he still went to work even though he had to be like a penguin. Dakota. “As a result of drunkenness, now the road becomes difficult.”

Arriving in front of the apartment, looking out at the street around. Usually parking there. But, there's no. Dakota patting the jidat. “Definitely still in the night club.”

Alcohol messes everything up. Right when drunk not thinking a little about work and his boss who is crazy and has not wanted to go home to Helsinki until now. But, the effect is amazing. Losing virginity, then the car was left behind as well.

“Ending more time, I so have to take the vehicle first.” Exhaling an upset breath at yourself. Dakota pulled out the phone that was playing just put in a bag, wanted to order a taxi online.

“Gosh ... pagiku shit once,” umpat Dakota when the handheld communication tool is not on, maybe out of battery power.

Never mind, Dakota's a little way to the stop. Fortunately close. He stood on the sidewalk waving as a taxi passed by.

The morning was very messy. It should have been ten minutes to the office, now it's tripled. Fortunately his boss was in the countryside accompanying his wife's son, so no one nagged him if he arrived late.

But still, even in the office Dakota is faced with a stacked job.

Just sitting down, the wireless phone on the desk is already sounding. Dakota immediately lifted. “Ya?”

“There are parcels for you, entrusted reception desk.”

“There is no sender name, but papperbag from famous brand.”

“Insi?”

“Parfume.”

Dakota raised next to a puzzled eyebrow. Suddenly someone gave her something. “Can you please bring it up? My body hurts so much to go down.”

“Oke.”

While waiting, Dakota starts turning on the computer. Do not forget the phone charge as well because of course he needs it to contact his boss.

Just as the screen managed to show the initial desktop display, the person from the receptionist came over.

“This, the courier delivered. So, when I asked who else she didn't know because it was just ruled.” The receptionist put the papperbag on the table.

“Oh .. yes, no problem. Thank you.” Dakota was curious.

Take out a bottle of perfume, and then he tries to spray it. When inhaling the smell, it is reminiscent of last night. “As ever smell this fragrance.” But when? Not sure yet.

Apparently there's a note inside. Dakota took it out. The handwriting was exactly like the letter left on her dresser.

“Say you like the smell of my perfume. So, I bought this for you before I left for Holland. I'm sorry, not a coward doesn't dare to drive himself, but my time isn't there. So, please accept as my apology for leaving you this morning.”

Dakota lowered her head with the right palm holding her forehead. “From the guy I fucked. Wh who? Damnit damnit! If I knew the guy, it would be so easy to ask him to stop feeling guilty. I was drunk anyway. Why also give me such an expensive perfume.”