Chapter 2 Drunk Girl And Nice Boy

"Is my house still far away?" Inez asked suddenly, making Cakra immediately turn his head with his two thick eyebrows almost together.

The boy, who was wearing a plaid flannel shirt rolled up to his elbows, noticed this crazy girl beside him. "Why are you even asking me?"

Cakra could get high blood pressure for a long time if he continued to be close to this obscure girl, how could she not know where her house was? Why also ask Cakra, who clearly doesn't know any better?

Cakra felt that his head was getting hot, emotions were already struggling there. But he tried to be patient. Because Cakra realized that getting angry at a drunk person was pointless. He would be exhausted himself.

"I also don't know where my house is," Inez replied as she looked up, noticing Cakra's handsome face that was also looking at her.

Letting out a long breath, Cakra paused. He was dizzy himself, and the day was also getting early. According to the black watch attached to his wrist, it was now half past two in the morning.

He turned his face to the right and left, then his eyes stopped at the 24-hour supermarket. He smiled and decided to go there and sit the drunk girl on a chair.

"Don't go anywhere, wait for me here. Watch out for making me more trouble." Cakra spoke firmly and glared at the girl. But, Inez just shrugged her shoulders indifferently, before finally putting her head on the table.

Cakra smiled, it was better this way. In less than ten minutes, the boy was already out of the supermarket. Then he patted Inez's cheek.

"Wake up!" he said coldly. But there was no sign of Inez opening her eyes. He tried one more time, pressing his voice to make it louder.

"Hey, wake up!" He shook her shoulders. And it worked, Inez groaned for a few seconds, before finally raising her head.

"Why?

"Here's a drink," Cakra interrupted, thrusting a bottle of mineral water in front of Inez.

Half-lazy, Inez took what he gave her. Then, she drank a little. Cakra glared at that. He immediately commented before Inez closed the mineral water bottle.

"Drink some more," Cakra said firmly. "At least let me finish half the bottle. Not only do I have nothing to lose, but your hangover is also somewhat reduced."

"I'm dizzy, I want to sleep."

"So drink it," Cakra protested, gritting his teeth in annoyance.

There was no other way, so Inez finally obeyed what Cakra said. She saw the look of anger in the boy's eyes, which gave her goosebumps.

"Already."

"Let me take you home. Now remember where your house is?"

Inez smiled sweetly at Cakra, making the boy look at her happily.

"You remember?" asked Cakra excitedly.

"No." Inez replied softly while shaking her head. Cakra widened his eyes, his jaw instantly hardened. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He had to be patient with this girl.

The boy ruffled his waist, staring at Inez's features. Then his gaze stopped on Inez's smooth thighs. A few seconds later, Cakra glared and shuddered. He immediately cast his gaze in another direction.

"Where's your cell phone?" he asked later.

"What do you want?"

"Well, give it to me first."

Inez's eyes lit up. "Want to book a hotel, huh?"

"No, I want to book a grave so I can bury you," Cakra replied sarcastically. "Where?"

"It's in my bag."

Cakra immediately took Inez's bag, opened it, and looked for the girl's flat object. Once he found it, he immediately opened the cell phone in his hand. Cakra felt lucky because he didn't have to ask Inez about the lock pattern. Inez's cell phone didn't have a password.

The first thing that popped into his brain was an online shopping app. With that, he would know where Inez's address was. After knowing that information, Cakra smiled. He uttered a sentence of gratitude to himself because this drunk girl's address was not far from here.

"Let's get up," Cakra ordered after returning Inez's cell phone to its original place.

Inez complied, she almost fell again, but Cakra managed to hold her up. He took over Inez's bag and draped it around her neck. Then he looked down, noticing Inez's high heels. Sensing that it was going to be a long walk, Cakra decided to tell Inez to sit back on the chair.

Half-lazy, Cakra squatted down and took off all of Inez's high heels, then he saw the blisters and bluish bruises on her feet. In certain spots, there was even some bleeding. He gave a small grimace.

He decided to go back inside the supermarket, then came out with a band-aid and applied it to the leg wound.

"If you're not happy, you shouldn't torture yourself," he muttered. After finishing struggling with the wound on Inez's leg. Now, Cakra took off his Converse shoes. He doesn't know where he got the urge to do that.

Even though the Converse shoes he wore were his favorite shoes. Now Cakra doesn't have any footwear. It doesn't matter. The important thing is that the girl's feet will not get hurt worse because now her little feet are wrapped in Cakra's shoes.

"Don't protest, just use mine so your feet don't get worse."

"I don't want it, take it off again!" Inez protested while shaking her foot. "Let's hurry up and take them off."

"No."

"I don't want to ruin my look with your ugly shoes."

Cakra felt like swearing. His eyes sharpened again. "Shut up, I'm still lucky to be good. They're ugly but comfortable, instead of the ones you have. It's expensive, but it hurts. Just obey me, you have nothing to lose. Let's go home now."

Inez stood up, no longer arguing. Cakra was upset, but he didn't want to get angry. It would be a pity if this girl was left to be the outlet of his anger. Although, actually, it's okay if Cakra is upset and ends up angry.

"Uh, wait a minute." Cakra held Inez's arm. "Your clothes make my eyes hurt."

Inez was silent, honestly, what this unfamiliar boy said did not enter Inez's ears. The girl didn't listen, she was more focused on her head, which was throbbing.

"I feel sorry for myself for doing this to you." Cakra brought his body closer to Inez after taking off his flannel shirt, leaving a plain white T-shirt clinging to his ideal body. Then he tied the shirt around her waist.

"This is better," Cakra continued. He smiled because Inez looked less revealing. Cakra then picked up Inez's high heels and walked her back.

Damn, now her body was full of this drunk girl's stuff. A small bag hung around her neck, one hand carrying the high heels. Cakra himself was not wearing any footwear.

After taking a long time, finally Cakra could smile too. He was so relieved, he felt so happy.

"Is this really your house?" asked Cakra, making sure once again.

"Yes, this is my house."

He decided to nod. He handed her the high heels and put the bag back on Inez's neck. "Alright, hurry up and get in."

Without saying thank you, Inez turned around and stepped into his yard. Meanwhile, Cakra remained where he was, his hands in his pants. The boy breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked once again at the big house in front of him. The next second, Cakra turned around. He intended to step back towards his new home. However, after only a few steps, Cakra looked down at his feet.

The boy glared and immediately turned around. "Shirt and shoes?"

He grimaced and tapped his forehead again. "What an idiot."