Chapter eighteen

Miran groaned sitting by the table staring at his mother and Soran kissing as they danced on their wedding ball. “Fucking disgusting.” Miran complained to Emin sitting next to him. He pulled out a beer bottle he snuck inside the hall as he began drinking.

“Where did you get that?” Emin shot him a look.

“What?” Miran questioned, “Ellias snuck me some bottles.”

Emin shaked his head in disapproval at his friend’s drinking habits, but Miran still made him an offer. “You want some?”

“No!” Emin refused, pushing the bottle away with his hand.

“Look, it’s not like I ever wanted to attend their stupid wedding.” Miran retorted, pushing Emin’s shoulder in irritation.

“Then why are you here? Why did you invite me?” Emin questioned with an annoyed tone at Miran.