Chapter 03. Please, Help Me

"Forget it, you're poor," Anna chirped incoherently. She bowed her head again at the counter desk. Dizziness and feeling nauseous experienced more intense.

"This is how it feels when someone is drunk?"

"Bad," she mumbled back with her head still down.

Her eyes were already closed because if she opened them again, she would probably throw up everything in her stomach right then and there.

The ringing of the handphone of someone she assumed was the man who refused her gift tickled her ears. To be honest, although, at this time Anna looks like someone who has lost consciousness, everything around her can still be heard very clearly.

"Hmm," a man's baritone voice heard.

"..."

"I told you to stop bothering me," he seemed to be speaking to someone on the other end of the phone.

"..."

"Stop acting like that, you are disturbing me," and after saying that, the man immediately ended the call unilaterally.

Anna did not miss a word of the man's conversation, because her position was only limited by two bar stools. If Anna guessed it might be that guy's boyfriend.

"What an asshole," Anna muttered again.

"Hey, you. Stop treating women like that, women also have hearts, don't act like you're the only one on this earth," she added in a voice that rose and fell, typical of drunken people.

Feeling that all these words were directed at him, the man turned and faced the woman who had been bothering him since earlier. He didn't know what problem she had with him that he kept being bullied.

"I think with your current condition, you don't have to meddle in other people's affairs, Miss."

Anna just sighed at the man's words that seemed to be directed at her.

"Miss, can you tell me the telephone number of your friend or your family to pick you up here?" asked the bartender again repeating the same question.

"Hhhh, my mother, you can go dig it in the grave. As for my father, it would be great if you search for it for me, my hands are itching to kill him. What if you take me later," Anna replied in a high tone then returned to sobbing, it seemed she had not forgotten all the things that happened in her life.

"What a crazy woman," muttered the man sitting next to her.

"Ah I have one person, but I doubt if he will care for me, tsk," she said again then laughed loudly like someone who had lost her sanity.

Seeing the change in expression on the woman in front of him happen so quickly made the bartender man feel a little guilty. For the bartender, it was the first time he'd seen someone so pathetic, especially if it was a woman. He felt sorry but also felt funny at the same time.

Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours, it didn't feel like Anna had been in that place for two and a half hours.

No more mumbling could be heard, only occasional sobs escaped her lips. And then silence, like a person sleeping. The bartender just sighed resignedly and patiently waited until the woman would come back to her senses.

Anna had stopped drinking an hour ago because she couldn't hold her weight anymore and finally unconsciously, she dropped her head on the counter desk and fell asleep there.

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Anna blinked her eyes, still, under the influence of the alcoholic drink she tried to look around her, it seemed that her dizziness had eased a bit. But it doesn't feel good at all. Her throat was very dry. She was very thirsty.

Seeing a bottle of mineral water in front of her, Anna immediately grabbed it and drank it without asking who the water belonged to.

The first gulp that made it past her throat she threw up again.

Her guess was wrong, it wasn't mineral water like she had in mind, it tasted so bland and sour like the taste of the drink she drank earlier.

"Shameless," it turned out that the man beside her still didn't leave his place. But Anna didn't care at all.

Her feelings are not stable, and occasionally a headache still whacks her head.

Suddenly a pair of men and women entered the bar, Anna turned around to see of them and she is shocked.

What is that bastard doing here?

Wasn't he making love with a woman a while ago?

Who else was that woman with him?

It was clear to Anna that the woman with Brian was not the same earlier.

They approached the counter desk making Anna confused, she didn't know what to do to avoid Brian.

Her brain worked fast, the feeling of drunkenness that hit her a moment ago suddenly disappeared.

How about this?

She didn't want to be seen by that asshole.

With the remaining courage, Anna immediately moved to the man sitting next to her and landed her lips on the man's lips.

Of course, shocked, the man glared and immediately pushed Anna but was restrained by her who had wrapped her arms around his neck with the drink bottle still in her grip. Wanted to push a second time but stopped when the man felt tears fall and wet the lips of the two who were still kissed.

"Help me, just this once," whispered Anna without taking their lips apart.

While the male bartender who saw the drunk woman's sudden change in attitude could only stare in shock. He thought it too barbaric.

"Welcome, ..."

"Pinot noir," the woman said, interrupting the bartender, one of her hands holding the arm of a man who was none other than Brian. Anna's lover.

"Honey, don't choose that drink, I don't want if you're drunk, choose another drink," said the man then pulled the barstool and invited the woman to sit.

"Working at the office stresses me out, honey, just this once, come on. It's a holiday tomorrow, after all, you're here," said the woman again and landed a kiss on the man's cheek.

"Never mind, it's up to you. But don't drink too much," Said the man again and then tried to look around the room.

His gaze stopped at a pair of lovers who were kissing right beside him, with the position of the woman with her back to him.

"What a shameless couple," said the woman who was with him as she followed Brian's gaze.

While on the other hand, Anna who overheard their conversation deepened her kiss. Her tears flowed profusely mixed with saliva as she played on the lips of the unknown man. Even though she didn't get a reply from the man, she didn't care.

Her heart hurts. She no longer cares about who her first kiss was given to, all she wants now is to get out of this place.

Anna broke the kiss and turned to hug the man.

"Help me, just this once. Take me away from here. I beg you," said Anna whispering right next to the man's ear with a voice still sobbing.

The man seemed to understand more or less about Anna's situation.

He then took out several amounts of money and paid for his drink as well as belonging to the woman who was still hugging him.

"The rest is for you," he said.

"Looks like you don't know the consequences of your actions, Miss," he whispered sensually with a smirk plastered on his lips. Then carried her with bridal style. While Anna flinched in surprise and reflexively hid her face in the man's broad chest.

The bartender man who saw the strangeness of the two people just stared like an idiot.