SCHNUCKY
A TOUGH DECISION

Arya immersed herself in the crowded atmosphere in the Pub. The frenetic noise in it further increased the man's desire to flinch there enjoying a few sips of alcoholic beverages that had entered his throat.

Arya poured the khamr again in a tall glass held by him. His consciousness halved and began to be taken over by the pseudo-hysteria of his dark side.

Usually under these circumstances, Iswan and Rudi would definitely accompany him and the three of them together waded through the night to welcome the lazuardi that stretched to mark the arrival of dawn that would wipe out the soot of the night.

but that doesn't exist anymore. Rudi had gone home to His Presence carrying his sickness, so did Iswan following his friend with a terrible death. Arya is alone in her silence amid the crowds of night fun seekers in the pub.

Ah, Rudy... Iswan... Why did you leave me here alone? Can you guys take me too? I can't afford it....

Arya raised her glass again. His fingers trembled causing the glass to appear swaying. Arya shoved the edge of the glass to her lips when a hand grabbed her wrist and the other hand grabbed the glass.

"Hey.." Arya protested withered. His consciousness is a little reduced.

"You've had enough of a hangover, Arya." Kamala scolded loudly as she placed the glass with the alcoholic drink on the table and looked at the man with a look of annoyance.

"Let me drink just once." pinta Arya gently went back to grab the glass but was held back by Kamala.

"That's enough! I said enough is enough! Understand you?!" sergeant Kamala. The woman's voice was slightly muffled by the frenzy within the pub.

Arya sighed then sat back and looked at the crowd that did not care about them.

"What the hell are you?!" sergeant Kamala. "Is it just a suggestion that you drown yourself in here?" The woman then nodded. "Know this, I've left you a long time ago!"

Arya laughed softly then sighed back. Kamala looked back at him.

"We're just delaying the wedding, Arya" Kamala said, "Not canceling the wedding." she said. "Strict! I don't like to see soft guys!"

"For me, it's the same as canceling the deal we made" Arya said slowly, expelling the unconscious that still surrounds her.

Kamala laughed mockingly. "You're just entangled in the melancholia of your own feelings."

Arya looked at Kamala. "Do you think my family won't get hurt hearing the delay?" he nodded with ruffles. "My mom and dad set our wedding date and then you unilaterally postponed it just because of the scholarship?!"

"But I will keep coming back to you" Kamala defended herself. "Just two years as I pursued my ambition to finish my master's degree there. Is two years too long for you?!"

"Very long Kamala! Very long! Like a thousand years!" arya who was provoked by her emotions. The man's words were a little flattering to the woman but Kamala immediately brushed him off.

"The opportunity will not come twice, Arya." said Kamala. "I was just trying to get what came before me. I don't want to let go of it one bit..."

Kamala was silent for a moment then sighed and continued her interrupted speech. "Although it's you..."

Arya snorted and glared at the crowd before them. Kamala sighed and then got up.

"I'll leave tomorrow." he said. "I e-mailed my resignation to you" after ending the word, Kamala turned back to leave Arya.

Moments later, Arya regained her consciousness.

"Kamala, wait!" exclaiming Arya immediately rose up to chase Kamala.

Piles of men and women in tails, engrossed in spilling their emotions through their exotic dances coupled with disco music slightly blocked Arya's steps.

"Kamala, wait!!!" exclaimed Arya again trying to break through the fences of humans who are engrossed in the activities of the dugem.

Finally Arya arrived outside and looked at the crowds and traffic. But the man did not find Kamala among them.

"Yesterday!!!" exclaimed Arya repeatedly called out the name of the woman while continuing to step down the streets.

...Damn it.. Where has that woman been?!...

Arya continued walking until she found a quiet street with a building that did not show any writh in it. The man saw his watch.

It's eleven o'clock...

Arya kept on going looking for the woman she wanted. Until finally his steps stopped when he heard another step approaching.

Arya looked at the approaching body figure. It was just a silhouette that enveloped because everything was all dark. An object in the grasp of the figure made Arya feel uncomfortable.

The man was shocked as the figure confirmed what object he was holding. He's surprised.

Pistol..he's holding a gun...

"Arya Kusuma Datau.. go to hell!!!" exclaiming the figure directly pointed the muzzle of the firearm towards Arya.

DOR!!!! []