Chapter 2 Heavily Drunk

Carrying a gift and a box containing a birthday cake that she had prepared, walking aimlessly with a blank stare.

The rain again started to wet the earth, as if to feel the pain she was experiencing, although not as hard as before but it was enough to make her clothes soaked.

Delores walked down the sidewalk without paying attention to the pouring rain and the gaze of several people who were still driving past as if to strip herself, the suppressed screams that she had been suppressing since earlier, now broke out, she screamed and cried profusely under the pouring rain. Her painful cries mixed with raindrops, united to form a symphony full of sorrow, all her memories with Robert replayed like a broken record in her head.

Staying in that position for a few minutes, spilling everything she felt. lost her mother at a young age, her father left her alone, and now her lover who was the last place to complain betrayed her.

Delores realized that from the start she had been alone.

The rain started to subside, the night air that seemed to have reached its lowest point made Delores realize something that made her heart hurt even more.

Has she been used all this time?

Was Robert just faking her?

These thoughts instantly made her want to scream hysterically again.

Working day and night just to pay off debts and help pay for Robert's education is not something easy for her, especially at a very young age.

Delores returned to continue her wobbly steps, her clothes that were already soaking wet did not make her steps stop in the slightest. The wind was blowing slowly carrying the distinctive smell of rain.

No one knows what the girl had in mind, her steps stopped right in front of a bar.

Without the slightest hesitation, Delores entered the building, two guards greeted her warmly but were simply ignored.

All eyes immediately fell on her, maybe because her clothes were still wet and puffy eyes which made her appearance even worse but Delores didn't care. She just walked over to the counter desk and sat on the barstool there. Her long hair looks very disheveled with occasional drops of water dripping from the ends. She didn't care if it was her first time entering a place like this nor did she care how messy she looked now.

"What do you want to drink, Miss?" asked a bartender who was already in front of Anna, only the counter desk separated them.

"Anything," she said as she rubbed her eyes that wanted to shed tears again.

It didn't take long, a clear glass of drink was placed in front of her making her look up to face the man.

"I didn't ask for mineral water," Delores told the man.

"Tch," The voice of a man who turned out to be not far from her managed to distract her. Delores just turned to look at the man briefly and then turned back to face the bartender, there was nothing wrong with her anyway.

"S-sorry Miss, this is..."

"Change! I want something else," said Anna, interrupting the bartender.

The bartender just obeyed with a face holding back a laugh. If it weren't for the bar rules that require employees to be polite to customers, he might have laughed. The drink was not mineral water but white wine, one of the alcoholic drinks in the bar.

The air temperature in the air-conditioned room made Anna's body tremble a little from the cold, especially because her clothes were still wet.

A glass of dark red drink was placed in front of her, the fragrant aroma of blueberries emanating from the drink made her want to taste it immediately. It didn't take long for Delores to start downing the drink, it tasted astringent.

"Not bad for a beginner." The man's voice again bothered her but Delores chose to ignore it.

"Again," she said and then passed the empty glass to the bartender.

"Are you sure Miss? I'm afraid..." Before finishing his sentence, Delores snatched the bottle with writer's Nero d'Avola in it from the bartender's hand and gulped it straight from the bottle without first pouring it into the glass.

Delores didn't care about anything, all she wanted now was to forget everything. The feeling of hurt she was experiencing made her sanity slightly disappear. She didn't care if people would call her a bad girl or anything like that, she didn't care.

The drink she knew from the writing on the bottle was red wine, she hadn't drunk half of it and she was already starting to get dizzy.

"Hey, this is for you," Delores said as she tossed the box to the man sitting not far from her.

As if knowing that the box was towards him, reflexively one of his hands grabbed the box and placed it on the counter desk.

"Stop looking at me like that, I'm still sane," said Delores again in a drunken voice.

"Keep it for me, or it's up to you. No, no, just throw it away."

"But if you throw it away, then I'm sad," she said again, starting to ramble with a slightly sobbing tone.

Delores gulped down the contents of the bottle again, her mind had started to float, and her body, she felt it was very light unlike usual.

"I don't need this trash, throw it yourself and don't bother other people," the cold voice of the man again tickled Anna's senses and at the same time, the box she gave the man was thrown at her again and hit her head.

"Huh, even other people don't want this gift," said Delores trying to reach the box that was lying on the floor, with one hand holding the back of a chair that was only a few centimeters high.

Her body was wobbly, but her hands were holding on to the chair and managed to prevent her from falling.

"Then, this is for you," said Delores again, pushing the box at the bartender who served her with one hand supporting her head.

"Just accept it, or I'll cry," Delores added. The clear granules had already flowed down her luscious cheeks before finishing her sentence.

Not knowing what to do, the bartender gave up and accepted the box. He didn't know what's in it, he didn't know.

After handing over the box, everything that could reach her sight suddenly spun and left its axis. It succeeded in making a feeling of nausea hunt in her body.

The cold feeling she had felt a moment ago had now disappeared and was replaced by heat, she was very hot.

Bowed her head at the counter desk to reduce her feeling of dizziness but that didn't help her at all. Her dizziness grew, and even lifting her head was too heavy for her. But at the same time, she felt very peaceful, very calm, her breath was light like she didn't have any problems in her life.

"Miss, are you all right?" asked the bartender when he saw the woman sitting in front of him not moving at all.

"Um," Delores answered simply.

"Miss, can you give me the phone number of your family or friend, so one of them can pick you up here?"

"Erm," Delores answered again with an incoherent mumble, her eyes felt heavy. But her senses were still able to hear all the bartender's words.

"Where's your Handphone? I'll find the number of your family or your friends, you just need to tell me the name," said the man again.

"Me alone," Delores whispered, sounding sobbing.

"I'm alone, I don't have anyone," Delores said again

"Will you make me your wife?" Delores added again, raising her head suddenly to look at the man.

"S-sorry?" The bartender responded in surprise, even though he knew that the woman in front of him was very drunk, but even though she was drunk, no one would offer herself to others for free.

Just a few seconds of lifting her head and Delores already felt like she wasn't on earth, everything she saw turning like clockwork. Even though she was not aware of everything she said.

"Forget it, you're poor," Delores rambled incoherently.