TRAGEDY AUGUST 13 '98
PART 043
Agnes booked a VIP table with some premium quality alcohol drinks. Like wine, Whiskey, Vodka and others.
Sitting alone waiting for the arrival of Zaid, while enjoying the drinks that have been served.
Wearing a white dress. With wavy hair without pouched. Heel shoes look very graceful on their feet.
A suit that is perfect for Agnes. Her appearance was very different when she came to the set this afternoon.
Shortly after, Zaid arrived. He came in a costume that was no less fashionable than Agnes.
Using long pencil pants made of fabric. The shirt is patterned, and opens the top 2 buttons, with a blue outer dongker, with hair that is left cluttered model two blocks. Badboy guy, that's what the young guy calls it.
Zaid returns to the limelight of every woman as he walks into the VIP table, where Agnes is.
“Wah, it turns out you're prettier than I thought. When you wear clothes like that.” Zaid sat down in front of Agnes and praised her for making small talk.
“Of course. Everybody says so. You may be the umpteenth person to say that. My body has always adjusted well. As per the clothes I use.”
Zaid smiled. “Gosh, it turns out you called faster than I thought. Just last afternoon we met, and you've invited me to meet tonight.”
Agnes grunting. Take a bottle of whiskey, pour it into Zaid's glass. They toast, then stand together.
An hour passed. That night they exchanged stories and shared experiences. Zaid was just making up stories about himself.
It is impossible to tell that he is a former mercenary who is now a ghost agent in BTI, who is undercover to complete his mission.
While Agnes, she told me all the complaints in her life. Also recounts when she was in a relationship with Can, and how their relationship ended up running aground.
Because of the amount of alcohol that was being enforced, Agnes' eyes began to twitch and talk bouncing.
“Omong by the way, why don't you want to forget about it? You've been separated from Can for a long time, haven't you? If you can't forget it, then I'll help you.”
“Perhaps, by deleting all photos of Can Yemen you can forget about it easily.”
“You know? Why did I tell you to come here? I just want you to come with me for a drink tonight, not to talk about it. If I see, your face is handsome.”
Agnes began to speak up, and so was the drunk. He will speak according to what he sees before his eyes.
Zaid took a long breath. Goddamnit! He should be troubled if Agnes is really stoned. That will make it more rippleh and make it harder.
“Stop drinking.” Zaid snatched the glass. Before Agnes took it. “You've had a lot to drink. You'll be very difficult for me, if you run amok in this place.”
Agnes grunting. Put his head on the table. “Ah, shit! Why are you so stiff? If I get drunk, then we can spend the night at the nearest hotel and sleep together.”
“Wah, this woman is really crazy. How could he be the girlfriend of a famous artist like Can Yemen,” muttered Zaid inwardly.
The night was getting late, but, the atmosphere in the bar was getting crowded. More and more visitors are arriving, dancing, and enjoying the music, with alcohol in his hands.
Zaid moved out of his chair, then pulled Agnes' hand. “Stop, let's go from here.”
Agnes's eyes twitched. His gaze had vaguely looked around. The road began to stagger. Refused to leave the bar.
Zaid let out a long sigh, then raised Agnes' body with both hands.
“Gosh, what are you doing? Are we going to the hotel?” Still Agnes seduced while she was drunk.
Without caring about it, Zaid takes Agnes outside the bar, then orders a taxi, to take Agnes back to her home.
Tell the driver not to open the door, until the trip to his destination.
Pay the taxi fare, and the taxi leaves.
“Wah, shit! Why most beautiful women act silly like her.”
Zayd also left the bar.