Serving a Paralyzed Wife
109. Narendra is Fucked

Narendra was wasting his breath rough. He gulped down the vodka in his glass in one gulp. His face was calm, but slightly red and sweet. His eyes were empty and unfocused. He looked dreamy before filling his glass again with alcohol, then gulping it down to the toilet. He did so many times, until a woman approached him and tried to start a conversation with him.

"Hi? Alone?" The soft voice was ringing in the ears, but not as bright as the Glacia she heard every day.

Narendra turned to look at the smiling woman with her red lips. He reached out to Narendra to get acquainted. "Bella´s. May I know your name?"

Instead of retaliating, Narendra chuckled. He poured the vodka back into the glass and then gulped it down until the alcohol seeped slightly from the side of the mouth, down to the neck and ended up dripping on the shirt. The sight could not be separated from the attention of the woman who now swallowed saliva. According to him, this man sitting next to her was quite sexy.

"When is he gonna look at me like this?" narendra's whispers are unclear.

"Yes?"

"He was never interested in me" said Narendra Sayu. "Only me. I'm always interested in him."

"Are you heartbroken?" ask the woman.

Narendra. "Breaked heart?" whisper to yourself. "What is this painful feeling to be said to be a broken heart? I miss him, until I feel like screaming. But, it seems like she's disgusted at me now."

Narendra continued to whisper grievances in his heart.

"I should have remained a liar. I shouldn't have to be honest. If I hadn't answered her question back then, we might still be fine now" Narendra said.

The woman smiled, her slender arms outstretched, touching Narendra's burly arms on the table, rubbing him slowly and channeling interest.

"What are you being honest about?" The woman glanced at the bartender there, she opened her mouth without a sound accompanied by a hand signal that the young man immediately understood.

Narendra massaged his forehead slowly. "Something so bad, that everyone will look at me in judgment" he replied hoarsely.

"That means he's not sincere with you. He just wants to see your perfect side." The woman now held out a glass of whiskey in front of Narendra. "drink. Your voice is over."

Narendra glanced at his empty glass. He received a glass from the woman, but did not drink it. Narendra lowered his head, silent as the woman next to him began to spread her arms around his shoulders.

"By the way, how bad is your honesty that she behaves like that?" whispered the woman, right next to Narendra's ear. He even deliberately breathed his hot breath there.

Narendra looked at the woman. They were both fixated until the woman approached her face slowly, intending to unite her lips together.

Then Narendra said. "I'm honest, that I've killed someone. No, not just one person, but dozens of people" he said grinning. "Includes my father."

The woman stopped. He pecked when their lips were about to meet. His eyes looked at Narendra. That guy wasn't kidding, was he?

Grimacing, the woman kept her face slowly away from Narendra. "You have a bad sense of humor." He tried to relax with a smile.

But the smile receded as Narendra continued. "Because I'm not kidding. The bodies were torn apart, and I witnessed it firsthand."

The woman nodded awkwardly. He soon stood up. "Ah, so. You better go back to your wife."

He turned to leave, but Narendra pulled his hand. "Why? Aren't you trying to get close to me?" tanyanya.

The woman walked away from Narendra. Narendra chuckled with his drunk face. He nodded while shaking. Before long someone pushed his shoulders until his body was leaning against the table.

"You're smart enough to scare women." Gibran Wiranata stepped down next to her, right in the chair the former woman was sitting in. He ordered a drink to the bartender, then turned to Narendra who was half unconscious. "Should I take a photo, so you know how fucked you are right now?" said slurping.

Narendra was about to take the glass in front of him, but stopped when Gibran pulled the glass away. "You'll have trouble drinking it."

Narendra did not argue. He rested his head on the side, resting his right arm on the bar table. The man occasionally raved, not infrequently he muttered the name Glacia. This made Gibran shake his head to see him.

"Glacy, don't hate me" whispered Narendra quietly.

Gibran took a deep breath. He pulled out his cell phone, then pointed the camera at Narendra. "Ck, ck, ck, look at your baby tiger-like face. It would be nice if I gave you to Moru."

Gibran kept his phone on the table, then gulped a little drink in his glass.

"Don't worry too much, Glacia just needs time. Mary was too." It was also free for Gibran to say at length, Narendra was no longer able to absorb anyone's words. The only ones in her brain were Glacia and Glacia.

Suddenly Gibran's phone on the table shook. He was afraid to get a phone call from his wife. He had permission before he came here.

"Hey, Sugarplum. What's wrong? You miss me, huh?" The corner of Gibran's lips smiled. But the smile slowly disappeared as soon as Maria made her voice.

"You're with Narendra, right? Hurry to the hospital, Glacia's condition is suddenly bad!" the woman panicked.

Gibran was silent, he glanced at Narendra who was drooping at the bar table. Maria's call ended leaving confusion for Gibran. He clucked his phone into his coat pocket, stood up and started shaking Narendra's body.

"Wake, shit!"

"Hem." Narendra muttered. While Gibran stood up increasingly riled.

"Fuck Narendra! GETUP!"

Gibran's shout was able to break the noise of music and people. Some eyes turned towards him curiously, but chose indifferently and had no intention of interfering.

"YOUR WIFE'S DEAD!"

Narendra's eyes opened. His body was even aghast sitting while glaring at Gibran, though it looked less focused and dazed. "What?" whispered lamat.

Instead of explaining, Gibran actually pulled Narendra's arm until the man stood with his body. He then threw Narendra at Nick who swiftly caught him.

"Bring him. Until the hospital has to be conscious" Gibran said, then preceded his exit from the club that night.

Nick just clucked without refuting. "Damn it, why do you have to act so annoying like this? When are you gonna stop bothering me?"

Nick doesn't stop grumbling while pushing Narendra out. For a long time, he had to carry the man on his back.

"You'll have to pay me after this, Narendra."