My Honorary Owner
Fighting With Him

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I want to leave this place. But whatever the force, in front of me right now I clearly see the pain of my loved ones is feeling the pain of their addiction to the illicit goods.

It turns out that it is not that easy to escape from illegal drugs that have robbed a person of sanity.

After sucking on the cocaine powder, Farrel drowned in the bathroom.

I tried to get that tall body into bed.

“Don't leave me, Ay! I love you so much, we will continue to be together. We promised once, you remember!” said Farrel who was in a state of ngefly in his slang.

The situation of Farrel who was drunk because of the illegal drugs I can understand.

He used various words for both his parents.

“Basic old bad bangka! You know, Ay. My father never heard what I wanted. He's a power-mad. I want to live freely like friends who can choose their desires. If it wasn't for my mother, it felt like I was leaving and didn't care about the old man, all he was looking for was a good name, a degree and a social. I'm sick of everything!” Farrel continued to reveal all of his heart in a state of ngflay like a drunk more precisely.

Drunk because of something that makes him feel relaxed. Farrel's like he's floating around. Floating to and fro.

I just kept quiet and listened to everything he said.

Even Farrel laughed and sometimes cried himself because of his words.

At that moment I thought, there is no way I can help her without the help of others.

I have to get help. I love this man in front of me. I won't let him continue to be in his torment.

Slowly as Farrel closed his eyes, I thought of stealing Farrel's mother's number. Maybe I can tell him his son's current condition.

Slowly and very carefully I reached for the phone next to the nightstand and then looked for Farrel's mother's phone number from her chat message history.

It was really surprising when I saw a chat from someone named Randi. A bill of 40 million rupiah should be paid in by Farrel in one week.

Wanting to drop the flat object because it was so surprised. Nominal not a little for me. I did not expect to have gotten that far as a bad result of consuming these illicit goods for Farrel.

Farrel I know is a good guy and good at managing finances. I learned a lot from him, right now Farrel's world is completely destroyed.

Seeing that all the more rounded up my resolve to tell Farrel's mother. Soon I wrote down the number I found on Farrel's phone.

Lucky for me under these circumstances he kept my chastity. Even in a drunken state. He was able to maintain this honorific.This is what I intended when I wanted to leave him.

Either it will happen to me if this time that is with me in this one room is not Farrel.

It is possible that my honor has been forcibly taken.

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Remorse came from his lips, yes. Farrell is currently regretting his actions. He handed all the decisions to me. Want to give up after knowing his condition like that or accompany him to fight for healing.

“Good, Ay! Thank you for faithfully accompanying me, Lura!” he said and we threw smiles at each other.

Farrel was so happy to hear my words. May always be with him be his motivation to heal.

Time is getting night.

Farrel kept forcing me to drive, but I was afraid something might happen to him.

“I'm used to it, Ay! Just relax!” said reassured me.

“But I don't want you to get used to doing things like that!” my reply doesn't like.

“Give me time, Ay! Help u! I can't be that easy apart from all this!” he said desperate.

The debate again occurred when he was on his boarding page. I think this place is too free, is this really what Farrel wants so that no one knows what he's doing here.

Finally Farrel relented, he understood here he was the guilty one.

Am I forcing my desires too much. Maybe I should be more patient, and always remind him. I breathe heavily. Yeah, it's heavy for me but I have to.

I must meet Farrel's mother soon to reveal all this. Maybe if you talk to a mother, they will understand better.

“Alright,” reply me slowly.

Farrel is ready on top of his sport bike. I immediately went up behind him. The motor also directly tancap gas splitting the road. The city of Jakarta tonight.

The journey to my contract is quite far. I asked Farrel to find something.

Feeling guilty to Dina for not keeping the promise of returning before dark say hello. But the truth is at 8pm I'm still out with Farrel.

And the only mainstay style so that my friend does not frown is to bring him the martabak pancenongan cheese special taste of both of our favorite.

I can be sure his lips must have been scratched when I brought the food.

I smile to myself if I remember that. My friend is easily bribed.

“In regular place ‘kan, Ay?”

“Ya,” I replied slowly.

Farrel immediately turned to the place that sold martabak. My favorite food and Dina's.

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Seriate.