Widow of Flower & Bad Guy
Chapter 5 Red Wine

"Ah... shitt!! Put everything else on!" gerundel Omran because his favorite drink is only a few drops left. He threw the bottle down and slumped on the wooden chair, with both feet dangling passionately.

Fragments of the bottle were scattered on the floor. Adding to the chaotic condition of the house that was already irregular because of the actions of Lucas's men.

"Tamaryn. look at my condition now! I look really pathetic, don't I?" racau Omran remembers his late wife. "I'm a lonely old man. My life is ruined and has no purpose in life, other than to have fun to death!!" Omran sobbed and chuckled simultaneously. He did not care about the phone ringing sound that had sounded since. His ears looked deafening, his mind turned blank.

"Who the hell, from yesterday can not be contacted?" complains Amanda who has repeatedly called Omran, but nil. "What's my feeling is getting bad, huh?" Amanda flinched the green button again and this time Omran answered her phone call.

Amanda

Finally, I picked up my phone!

Papa why? Papa's fine, isn't he?

Papa's healthy, right?"

Omran

How can you answer if you don't give Papa a chance to talk?"

Amanda

(Chuckles) Forgive Manda ya Pa. Manda just keeps papa's mind.

By the way, yesterday afternoon was there anything papa called me dozens of times? There's no problem, is there, pa?"

Nothing bad happened to papa, right? Manda, I'm really worried about papa....

Omran

Papa's healthy. Papa just wants you to go home, that's all!

You, the mentang-ang already successful in the city, to forget and do not want to visit your papa!

Amanda

Not so, pa

Manda's job is hard to get a day off. But, Manda promised. This week will definitely be home

Omran

Did ya?

Amanda

Of course it is, pa....

Omran

If you don't bring money, don't go home!

Amanda

Take it easy pa.. yesterday-yesterday, Manda deliberately saved a lot of money for papa.

Omran

(Hold a happy laugh)

Alright... Papa wait in this house. Papa disconnected his phone because Papa's work was not finished.

Amanda

I love you my hero....

Before he could answer, Omran had already ended his daughter's phone call. The originally wry face, was now suddenly bright because he saw a brilliant future that was soon to come.

The body that was originally weak was not energetic, suddenly fit back. Omran immediately rose. He suddenly has strength amid the pain of the former incision because of Lucas' actions yesterday.

"Ah.. I have to tidy up these shafts. Don't let my son know his papa's a drunken smoker!" Omran went to the kitchen to pick up a broom and cleaned up the fragments of the drink bottle.

Meanwhile, broken glass windows and chaotic home conditions are left alone. All that would be Omran make one of the reasons, to pressure his daughter to agree to Lucas' request to be a young wife.

After cleaning the bottle, Omran went to the bathroom to clean himself. He shaves fine hairs over his lips and over his chin. Whitened hair, shined into a shiny brown color. The old man was like acquiring new energy after getting a call from his daughter.

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The noise from the music played by a Disc Jockey (DJ) is very ear-shaking. Kick it as if trying to break everyone's eardrum. Not to mention the sound of screeching its inhabitants, adding to the hingar of the night world.

"See who came here?" ask someone to his partner for seeing a man he knows. His eyes continued to highlight the man who had just entered the discotheque while nodding his head to the rhythm of the music.

"That shit, still got guts apparently!" The man wearing a suit, threw a cigarette out of his mouth and inched toward the man. He clapped his hands very tightly, right in front of the face of the man he disliked.

"Omranian... Omran. Thick is your face too! I have been kicked out many times, you still return to this place. Your shame has really broken up!!" furious with the man who owned the discotheque that Omran often visited.

Omran did not heed the reprimands of the man who confronted him. He even melengos and passed away as the challengers walked towards the gambling table.

"Stand!!" Omran pulled a man's arm roughly inching from the top of the chair he was about to occupy. He just sat in the chair even though the owner made a mockery to him. "Give me a card!!" tell the gambling jockey tonight.

The young man wearing a bow tie was staring at Omran because he knew well the man who spoke to him at this time. He glanced towards the discotheque owner. Whether to allow Omran to come gamble or throw him away.

"Give me the card!" omran joked because the jockey was silent.

"If you want to gamble, pay all your debts first, Omran!" timpal the owner of the discotheque stands behind Omran.

Omran turned his head and rolled his eyes. "Just calm down, Paul. In two days my daughter will come home and bring me a lot of money. I will definitely pay off my debts!"

"Classic reason!" upset Paul.

"Come on. This time you have to trust me, Paul! Anyway, soon my daughter will be married to Mr. Lucas. You can imagine, I'll have a rich daughter-in-law!" Omran cried out for his own words. As for everyone, he looked at her expressionlessly.

Paul stood beside Omran and spoke in a furious tone. "What other lies are you telling, Omran? How could Mr Lucas marry your daughter! Don't-don't...."

Omran looked to the side. "Don't-don't what?"

"Don't you sell your flesh and blood!" said Paul.

Omran's lips curled thinly. "No, I can't sell my own daughter."

"Then?" cut Paul.

"I just had to marry Amanda because I was stuck in a huge debt to Mr. Lucas," said Omran did not want to damage his own image as a father.

"That's the same as selling your son. You fool!!" spray Paul.

Omran fool, now the most important thing for him is to be free from the bondage of the notorious mafia debt to anyone regardless of feathers. "It's not your business, Paul. Your business is to let me gamble this night and fuck two women tonight here."

Paul grunted rudely. "Okay, I give you tolerance once again. But if you still tricked me, just feel the consequences!!"

Omran patted Paul on the shoulder. "Just calm down, man, right now, I'm not bragging. You can do anything, even cut off my tongue if all my words are nonsense!!"

"I'll keep your word, Omran!" Paul pulls a step and lets Omran behave as he pleases. He simply monitored the old man's movements from a distance. While continuing his bad habit, sipping a cigarette bar and enjoying alcoholic beverages.

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