Istri yang Teraniaya, Kini Menjadi Kaya

 ANGEL'S POV

She didn't realise that her feet had taken her to a place where it was noisy because of the deafening music and dancing people who seemed to be breaking out of the corral because they were party animals. 

Angel just covered her two ears with her two hands; she opened her palms enough to cover her ears because she had to protect her ears from the deafening and ear-aching noises that people make here while dancing, including the music that makes the people here tremble as it is very loud.

She's in a famous bar in Manila that is frequented by those who want to have fun. She looked around, which was really refreshing to her eyes, stopping her eyes on two people who were busy as if they had their own world.

If you look at her, she looks like an innocent child who doesn't know anything about this place, so maybe this is how she reacted. Angel looked at the woman from head to toe, and she immediately noticed that the woman was wearing a crop top that was visible from the navel when it came to her skirt, as if it were tied to the fabric due to its shortness. 

Just by wearing it, it was as if you were its soul. Did the sewing of this girl's dress lack fabric?Why do some women wear this kind of clothing that seems to lack fabric? Because this is the trend, it's a fashion style. 

In today's time, when one has it, you expect that everyone else has it because, no matter how much we deny it, sometimes we really do have some genius, so we should have it too. Maybe that's why she reacted that way to wearing it because she's a provincial woman who has become accustomed to the fact that what a woman usually wears is a long dress that goes past the knee. Maybe she's old-fashioned; she's been told that she's a manang, but she doesn't care because she's comfortable in her clothes. Maybe it's the same with this girl, who is so comfortable in such a short dress that she doesn't care what others say. 

This woman is wearing a red dress that is very short with matching red high heels. The heel of the woman's shoes is almost a span high. Angel once tried to wear sandals with a heel of one span, and what happened was that she was only laughed at because she struggled to walk and even tripped. Red lipstick that seems to have sunk in the extreme redness of her lips; she has also put a very red lipstick on her lips, and the bad thing is that the elders in their province will look at her as if she is a crazy woman.

Her make-up looks like she's going to a carnival because her make-up is so thick. She only put on thick make-up when she attended a Halloween costume party, and she looked like a scary clown.

I didn't think there was a crowd in this kind of place. 

Kissing in public is a PDA. Aren't they ashamed?But why are they shy? She noticed that no one was paying attention to what they were doing, so she didn't pay attention to them either; after all, she didn't know them

Angel just approached the bartender, from whom she could ask for alcohol to drink. When she got close, she sat down on one side, and when she made sure there was no one next to her, she immediately sat down. Angel looked at the bartender and gestured with her index finger to give her something to drink. 

❝Give me something to drink,❞ she ordered the bartender.

The only thing she wanted was to drown herself in alcohol tonight so that, even for a moment, even for a minute, her mind would forget what was bothering her.There are people who go through their problems by drinking alcohol instead of solving them because, after they get drunk, they can sleep. It's really effective because when we sleep, we can escape our problems for a short time; that's the only rest we have in a world full of suffering and pain.

❝What are you going to drink, ma'am?❞ the bartender asked, annoying her.

Stupid question. Because of her annoyance, she raised an eyebrow at him in irritation.

❝Probably alcohol, but it's coffee; it's not a coffee shop,❞ she said flatly.

❝What I mean is, what kind of wine do you like because we have different brands of wine here?❞ the bartender explained.

The bartender turned to what he said—different types of wine lined up behind him.Angel didn't know the name of alcohol; maybe at her age that was unbelievable, believe it or not, but in truth, she had never found alcohol in her entire life.

Even if she can smell alcohol, she avoids it because the smell of alcohol will make her stink, so she can't drink alcohol any more.

There are people who don't care about their health, and even if it hurts, she is one of those people who don't care about their own health.What if it could be with her? She no longer cares about herself. Maybe it's like that when a person's life has no direction and is unaware of right and wrong.

They feel that they have nothing to lose because it's as if everything has been taken away by the cruel world.Even though she had promised herself before that she would never drink alcohol, it was ignored now. 

As they say, A promise is meant to be broken,so her promise to herself is too broken. Not all the words we let go of are until the end; we can stand forever.Angel had already faced all the brands of alcohol in that bar, but she really couldn't choose; she was so confused by the amount of alcohol in front of her. 

❝I want the best seller here;❞ she ordered again. The bartender placed three types of wine on her table, frowning. 

Because she likes the most popular wine here, why did the bartender give her three types of wine as if she was going to choose?Why did he give me three brands of wine? If I just wanted the best one,Angel was about to complain when she suddenly shook and tossed around. 

The bartender twirled the three wines around as if he were putting on a show in front of her. But no words came out of her mouth because it comforted her. 

Angel gasped in amazement because, in her long time in the world, she had never seen anything like that in her life. Maybe because she doesn't behave in bars.

The bartender places the glass on a large table that blocks the space between the customer and the bartender. The bartender started to copy it, which surprised her again and again because the bartender combined three different brands of alcohol in the glass.

Why did he mix it? She just found out that different brands of alcohol can be mixed together. The bartender handed her the glass containing the alcohol. 

❝It's the best seller here, ma'am, and after saying this, she accepted the wine.❞ When she inhaled the smell of the wine, she winced. 

That's when she was about to make sure that it was brave because its owner was also brave, but she wanted to taste how brave this wine was, so without a second thought, she immediately swallowed it. the wine. 

Angel held her stomach when she felt her stomach stroking; maybe her delicate stomach was not shy of alcohol, especially since she drank heavily. She was almost restless because he was writhing in so much pain, as if his stomach was boiling with so much pain. Her stomach may suddenly be so full of strong alcohol that she didn't hold back and bravely tried to drink.

❝Where's the comfort room?❞ She asked here.

When the bartender pointed the way to the comfort room at the bar, she immediately followed it with her eyes, quickly following the way he pointed.

❝Just go straight there; it gave the direction.❞ Angel couldn't wait any longer to get to the comfort room, so she took big steps to get there quickly, even though it wasn't that far from where she was sitting earlier.

But when someone has a bad feeling, you can't be bothered for sure, even if it's only seven steps away from where you are.Angel felt as if she were seven hundred inches away from her comfort room.

Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief. 

She also saw the toilet and immediately entered it. Angel found four cubicles inside the comfort room, and she didn't know if there were people in these cubicles or not. She stepped closer to the end of the cubicle.

She knocked on it first to make sure there was no one inside, and then to make sure, she threw up in the bathroom while holding her stomach, which was writhing in pain.Her attention was snatched when she heard a growl, and the hairs on her body stood up spontaneously due to fear.

What is a ghost? Angel took big steps, but slowly, out of the comfort room so that she wouldn't disturb the two people who were doing miracles inside the cubicle.

It's embarrassing, isn't it, if she bothers me? If these brains are in the feet, the cubicle is turned into a motel.

There is a motel near here; why haven't they waited? Their body itches are still there to be blasted, because even if it takes them all day to whine, they won't bother anyone, and they won't be bothered either. But her gossip existed for the first time, so she couldn't stop herself from walking away.

She stopped at the first door of the cube where the growling was coming from and opened it moderately, then peered there with her gossipy eyes. Angel quickly covered her mouth with her hands as she looked at the sight that was not pleasant and should not be seen. Her two big eyes are clearly visible.

Where did the hums come from? So that she wouldn't make the slightest noise that could disturb them, she also covered her mouth.

Oh my God! My Virgin Eyes.

It's obvious that her virgin eyes are doing something undesirable to women and men inside the bathroom that's almost making out; it looks like she's watching a live porn and guest what the girl is quite familiar with.

When she looked again at the woman she was staying with, she realised that this woman was the one she had just seen kissing a man, and she was almost making out now, but with another man.

Two guys in one night—not bad.

Angel just left; she doesn't like what she saw.With what happened today and what she sees now, she believes in what the elders say:The young people today are impulsive; they don't think about the results and consequences of what they do.a fragile young woman and a passionate young man, and when they collide, there will be a poor person who may not last long in this world because both are not ready to work here. 

What does she have to do with them, and if there are any problems that may come to them?While she couldn't solve her problem, she managed to escape, as if when he left he didn't follow the trail of yesterday's heavy feelings. She just went straight to the bartender; she wanted to drink again, and she also didn't want to disturb what those two were doing. 

❝Give me one other, but not too strong,❞ she ordered the bartender.

When the bartender poured the wine she asked for, she immediately picked it up and twirled it around as if playing with a glass full of wine.Her going to this place is to realise that only three types of people come to this place.

There are only three types of people you will find at the bar.first, a problematic person. 

This is the person who just wants to forget the problems, even for a short time. When she looked at her left side, she noticed a person who was alone and also drowning in alcohol like her.

She then thought of what her grandmother said:When you have a problem, just think that you are not the only one who is carrying a heavy problem.

That way, you will not think of giving up because it is not fair if you give up and fight. As for them, they may even have a bigger problem than you. As drunkards say,I will throw up, but I won't give up.

Angel took another sip of wine and hummed again. Her attention was on the people who were enjoying themselves together on her right side. Second, a successful personThis is the person who wants to celebrate their success in their career; they want to celebrate with friends, maybe even co-workers.

Angel drank the wine again in the glass she was playing with earlier. She turned around where she was sitting, and now that he was facing the one from earlier, she turned her back.Her eyes caught a man looking at her, and this guy is quite familiar to her; this is the man who was going to kiss the girl she saw in the bathroom earlier. 

She looked around him to find out who he was looking at, and she realised that there was no one next to her.

Is he looking at me?