Young Marriage
PUM: Mr. Owl

Somewhere else.

A song with a loud enough sound makes the whole room so noisy. The DJ song is so exciting that it managed to make most people continue to be made to move, dance with each other, with a splashy style to attract the attention of each other.

"Hyahh.ayo dear, shake more frenzied." Said a man, he danced behind a woman, with both hands on her waist, he also danced and guided the woman to be able to sway more excited and seductive. With a body full of sweat and skimpy clothes that display the impression of sex, making their passion both more fused in their dance.

"Ah yes dear." With a style that is quite senu*al, with his position, where he stood and danced in front of the man, he said, both of his hands he had put on the back grabbed his face and head so that their faces approached each other.

"HEmm.., you're hot, I booked you tonight too huh."

"Of course, whatever it is for you, I'll do it, even if it's at least equal to the price of course.." Once stopped moving, he also gave a kiss right on the lips of the man .

CUPS....

And after that, the two waists they both back swayed with the distance already stuck to each other.

If on the one hand they are on dancing in excitement, free themselves in various problems in the fun they do in a famous bar in the city, he said, they also interact in their own way.

"For everyone, who wants money?!" Shouted the young man who occupies a position as a DJ song director. He shouted out with a blue-colored bill also red.

"Come, throw!"

"Don't wait! Throw money!"

"OK! As long as your dances are more excited, I will spread this money to you. Yeah! you will be showered with money from young Master Deon!"

"'YES...!"

Although they are people who will not be short of money, they still want the money held by the young man to be thrown.

And the requirement to make the money was thrown by making the music louder, the sound is quite deafening it is not a barrier to be defeated by the sound of their roaring screams.

Finally the sway, the shout of spirit, the happy face like a person who had no problems at all, made the atmosphere inside the bar even more festive.

"Hyahh.Give greetings to our young Lord Deon! He's gonna buy you all your bills tonight!"

"Yeah! Deon!"

"Young master Deon! Thank you!"

"Swag again!"

And as soon as they shouted their greetings and spirits at the young man on the second floor, the money was spread by a woman standing at the end of the stairs.

The rain of money became their new spirit in a festive nuance that can no longer be compared.

"About the rich, you love to spend money" said a woman who now stands leaning against the glass guardrail from the second floor itself.

While sipping a purple cocktail, this woman also sucked a cigarette butt.

Which seems really necessary." Deon said, repeating his words in the second part when the corner of the eye of this man saw several barmaiders, following along picking up the money that was spread earlier. "And they're the right people to be money slaves here. Though the salary is good, but because shamelessly take the money, they really like people who lack money huh?"

"Ah, there are times when you look up, Deon, don't look down." This woman's warning, though, is that even if Deon is the son of a rich man, it does not mean that he will continue to be in the position to be a spectator, there are also those who watch it from higher ground. In other words, there was a person who was even richer and quite influential, and that person was now on the third floor, where a masked man, was now staring at the two of them.

"Who is he?" Ask Deon to the woman.

"He came here a few times, but he's not just anyone. But since it looks like he is calling me, I will go there. This is it." With her typical seductive smile, this woman placed a half-living cocktail in front of Deon, then went to go up to the third floor, approach the masked man with his unique owl-like mask.

"Who is he?" Deon muttered as he continued to give a look of attention to the foreign and mysterious man. Until accidentally, he also saw a necklace pendulum worn by the man. Because the distance is quite far and added to the atmosphere where the floodlights are colorful, his vision was a little disturbed.

DRRTI....

DRRTI...

Before long, Deon gets a call from Gea.

Deon picked it up, and listened.

-"Deon, come here, this Mr. Owl would like to have a one-on-one conversation with you." - Said this woman, she was named Gea who had been talking to Deon for a while.

Finished speaking, Deon instantly turned off and looked back at the man with a suspicious look.

'Oh, what else do I have to face? I haven't finished investigating that girl named Ovin, but this guy seems to want something from me.' Inner Deon, with his lazy movements, Deon got up from his seat and finally climbed up.

As soon as he went to the third floor and stood in front of Mr. Owl, the yellow iris actually met Deon's brown iris.

"'I'm here, so what do you want?"

"Do you know a woman named Oktavin?"

And immediately Deon scrunched his eyes as soon as he heard the real name of Ovin's nickname, Octavin.

"Well, what's the connection between that name and asking me?" Deon asked with his haughty face.

"If you want to know, I'd like to talk to you further, but not here." Said this man. Then he raised his right hand, and one of his men who had been standing behind him suddenly walked up to him, and handed him a business card, what is clear is a pseudonym. "Call me if you want to know why I asked you, then my assistant will arrange a meeting time for us both." Said this man again. "And that's a tip for you."

And the men of this mysterious man also gave Gea some money as a token of gratitude for helping to call Deon to him.

"Thank you, sir." Gea smiled with a smile that was so beautiful, because he finally got the money without having to waste so much time with him.

"Let's go." This man said to his men again.

"Good sir." Then the two men left from there, leaving Deon.

"Owl, rich there is no better pseudonym" Decih Deon, he turned the card back with his lazy gaze, and there was only the name of the man, Owl and also a phone number to call.

There was no information Deon could see other than name and phone number.