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Heavy drunk, though,

The aroma of alcoholic beverages, mingled into one with cigarette smoke reflected by Dena. The forty-five-year-old was in one of the nightclubs all by herself. He skipped the night to drive away that whacky feeling lately. Of course, the situation makes Dena feel lonely even in the middle of the crowd, even though the sound of music from a famous DJ is so deafening.

"Nrouh ...." Dena let out a heavy sigh, "My friends are on a tightrope with her family. Soraya is busy mending a relationship with Bea. The queen bee was busy taking care of her husband and now Rahma was pregnant with the same husband" Dena grumbled after sipping an alcoholic drink in her glass.

"This is what makes me lazy to have a relationship again. Surely I'm the same as them, complicated take care of the family and of course it's all very boring." Dena began to rummage because of the influence of alcohol he downing.

Maybe what Dena said is true, because establishing a relationship is not easy and certainly complicated. Taking the time and understanding the feelings of the couple will certainly be done if bound in a relationship. However, Dena forgot her current self who was trapped in a sense of loneliness to make her life feel empty. All this time, he had not felt this because his three friends were always there whenever he wanted to meet and throw away the boredom within. So what about today when he has to be in the crowd alone? Still the beautiful woman was lonely despite being under the sparkling lights of the disco.

Increasingly, Dena began to feel dizzy because of too much alcohol consumption. He had forgotten the usual limits when he was with his three friends. Maybe, because after a day of taking care of the work he forgot if he had spent two bottles of expensive drinks. His body began to unbalance and his vision began to be unclear.

Before his condition got worse, Dena decided to leave the place. He was trying to realize that it was not wrong to choose a way out of this place. His body staggered as it could not hold the balance of the body.

"Where was my car?" muttered Dena after making it out of the place that provided those various pleasures.

Dena clucked in annoyance at forgetting where she parked and unfortunately that night Dena left without a driver. As a result, the forty-five-year-old woman had to surround the spacious parking lot so as not to be mistaken.

"Wait on! But what color car was I carrying? Black, white or red?" Dena muttered softly as she tried to remember the color of the iron horse she was carrying tonight, "Ah, it looks like I'm carrying a black car. Yep. I'm definitely not wrong" he murmured again.

The woman's footsteps stopped at the end of the parking lot until she found Mercedez-Benz's car black. Dena was very sure if it was her car and without seeing the license plate number, she just entered the steering wheel, "why is my seat not as usual anyway?" grumbled Dena while groping the right side of the chair she was occupying to set the right position.

Dena immediately put a seatbelt on his body before starting the engine of the car. However, before the seatbelt was properly attached, the hand held open and the seatbelt removed from its body.

"What the hell is this sound?" he murmured in a soft voice when he heard the sound of moaning in the car. Dena just kept quiet while ascertaining where the source of the sound was and slowly she looked back to see who the owner of the powerful voice was.

"Aaaaakhs!" dena shouted as she saw the lovers who were mixing love in the backseat, "Who are you?" asked Dena with perfectly widened eyes. "Why are you in my car?" cecar Dena with a loud voice.

"Hey! You don't fret, Madam! It's my car and you've been interfering with our activities!" replied a man who was feeling how great the sway of the woman who was on top of his body was. The two of them did not care even though there was someone else there. The taste of pleasure is felt by both.

"Ish, ish, ish! Who said this is your car? It's as if it's perverted in people's cars!" Dena rushed out of the car, then moved to the back door. Soon, the single opened it. He pulled the woman who was busy on the lap of the man earlier. With all his might, the owner of the travel company grabbed a woman's long hair in the car and dragged it out.

The woman screamed in pain. She was also busy lowering the bottom of her uncovered miniskirt. "Hey, Ma! What the fuck!" sergeant the woman. He tried to remove the grip of Dena's hand from her hair.

"Just ask! You two fuckin' pervert in people's cars!" dea Sentak. He had just removed his hand from the woman's hair, after a man got out of the car. Men with a sturdy posture, and a mixed face abroad.

"Make sure you're not anything? We're not done yet." The woman assured the man.

"That's okay" the handsome man replied.

"OK deh. Thank you, yes," replied the woman with a sigh. He received the money, then immediately left from there leaving Dena with the man.

"You're drunk" said the man after sniffing near Dena. "Have your mind ngaco."

"Hey! Keep talking!" sergeant Dena.

"Then, why did you suddenly get into my car? Disturb people's pleasure only!" his protest.

"Yes my. You said I was drunk and got in the wrong car?" dena Cibir. The woman then laughed mockingly. "Try to see clearly. Next time, if you want to do pervert, you should make sure first whose car it is. Huh, I have to bathe my car to shit!" Dena snorted in annoyance.

While the man just nodded slowly. "Now I ask, what brand and type of car are you?" his challenge.

"Mobilku ... my car ... my car yes ... wheel is four ...." Dena answered in disrespect. A moment later, the woman appeared to be playing both of her eyeballs. He himself was unsure. Dena then scratched her head.

"Try to make sure again well. Is this your car?" challenge the man. He pulled Dena's hand to approach the luxury vehicle that was debated earlier. The man told Dena to observe the car carefully.

Dena thought for a moment. "Attent. I have to call someone." Dena gestured to the man. He then reached into the cell phone from inside the bag, then contacted someone. "Callover, Ridwan. I'd like to ask you, what color is my car really?" asked Dena while trying to keep her body balanced.

"Dena Honda Accord Platinum White Pearl" replied Ridwan who was Dena's personal driver.

Ridwan's answer managed to make my eyes open wide. Observing clearly the iron horse that was before him at this moment.

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