Broken heart

Beer Garden City M

At a long table of a bar, a handsome young man sat with a glass in hand.

His face lowered, before finally gulping back the drink in the glass which was who knows how many.

He didn't care at all when he heard an invitation around him or someone suddenly sat down pressing him. He ignores by occasionally throwing sharp glances, when his arm is taped or also his back is touched pretentiously.

Tuk!

The glass was placed roughly on the marble surface of the table, in front of him was a bartender who just looked at him with a shake of his head.

"Give me one more," the man ordered in a voice that had begun to ramble.

"You are too drunk, Mr. Al."

"Tsk, I said pour, pour! Are you deaf?" said the man called Mr. Al by the bartender.

"I'll get someone to pick up and-

Grip!

"I said Pour! Do you want me to fire you right now? huh!"

With annoyance, Mr. Al grabbed the collar of the bartender's white shirt who looked at him not afraid. The bartender looked at his master in surprise, it's not usually a young master who has a calm demeanor like Alrescha can turn out like this

As far as he knew, drunkenness and emotion were not the style of the man screaming in anger in front of him right now.

"Okay, I'll pour it."

Not wanting to make the young master angry again he had to obey. And he almost staggered, when Alrecha just threw him away.

Once again he shook his head, then poured the liquid called whiskey and then pushed the already filled glass in front of Alrescha, who accepted it immediately.

Yes, Alrescha, who was heartbroken a moment ago, because of the news of the accident and death of the woman he liked.

Grip!

Glup…. Glup….

Tuk!

The glass was put back roughly on thebut again he ignored it.

To hell with his throat, right now his heart ached even more as if a thousand knives had stabbed into his heart.

How could his love have run aground, even before it bloomed because of this shocking news.

There's no way that Gretta died in an accident, that's impossible. He ignores Gretta's part in breaking up family ties, because he personally prefers that she live a normal life, not with a family that is thirsty for business and wealth.

Gretta, please don't leave me like this, Alrescha thought grimly.

The bartender secretly contacted the assistant of the young master's brother who was drunk in front of him. He couldn't allow anything worse than drunkenness to happen, so in order to ensure the safety of the young master himself he chased away any woman who came near.

It only took ten minutes until two big people and a neatly dressed man came, standing next to Alrescha who was already babbling erratically.

A slur that her brother's assistant didn't understand, but one could feel how painful it was.

"Young master, better we go home," whispered his brother's assistant, holding Alrescha's arm which he brushed away roughly.

Pats!

"No! Who called you? You think I'm drunk to have to carry everything, huh!?"

Alrescha shouted angrily in front of the man who worked as his brother's assistant—Willy, who had also given him the news this afternoon about his brother's accident. Meanwhile, Willy just kept silent.

"Master isn't drunk, but it's late and Mr. El must be worried because you haven't returned to the penthouse. So Mr. Al should go home, remember that Mr. El is not feeling well?" Willy persuaded gently, hoping that Alrescha's stubbornness that surpassed her boss wouldn't relapse.

Just not getting drunk is hard to compromise, let alone being drunk like this, the address must use violence so as not to cause more problems than this.

He also realized that at this time there were several who were watching, if not swiftly covered by the large bodies of his two boss bodyguards.

Alrescha was silent for a moment hearing Willy's words, even though he was drunk he was still conscious when someone mentioned his brother. He stared at the empty glass on the shattered table, before finally shoving it toward the bartender.

"One more and I'll be home," Alrescha mumbled commandingly.

The bartender glanced briefly at Willy who nodded, then poured the drink back into the glass and shoved it again in front of the young master.

Only one gulp, before finally the glass was smashed violently against the table and then stood up and staggered, almost falling if he didn't grab hold of the table quickly.

"Young Master-

"Noisy! I'm fine," snapped Alrescha coldly, then walked away trying not to stumble again.

Willy pulled his hand back, then nodded at the two bodyguards who understood by following the young master immediately.

"Thank you for calling. I'm sorry," said Willy before finally leaving the bartender's table, of course after getting a nod in return.

Meanwhile outside, Alrescha, to be exact, was walking while occasionally staggering. He felt a headache coming on, but still forced himself to lean on the car body when finally arrived at the parking lot.

His head was tilted with hands reaching into his coat pocket looking for car contacts.

"Tsk, damn it!" The curse floated in the air freely, really showing that he is currently in a bad state.

"Where are my car keys? Damn it!"

Annoyed at not finding the key in his coat pocket, now he dug into his trouser pocket and finally found it.

"Found-

Grip!

"Let me drive your car, Young Master. You just sit in the back," said someone who suddenly grabbed his arm.

Pats!

"I said I'm not drunk, get out of the way!" Alrescha snapped, but all he received was a shake of his head.

Willy was the one preventing it, he couldn't have let someone who claimed to be sober to drive the car. If in fact, the swear words with a crooked tone sounded free.

"I know, but let me hitch a ride in your car, Mr Al."

Tsk!

Alrescha chuckled again, then pointed at Willy's chest with an annoyed mumble that sounded like a rant.

Pat! Pat! Pat!

"You know, Boss Elfa said I should forget about Gretta if I can't find her tonight. Congratulations! Congratulations to your Boss, even the woman I love is dead and your Boss doesn't have to force me to forget her again."

Silence

Willy just kept silent hearing the rant. He watched in silence, when again Alrescha gave him a bad feeling.

"In fact, even though recently I liked someone until I couldn't breathe. But, why did God take her even when I haven't told her my admiration?"

"Will I not have the love of my life? Is losing the love of my parents not enough? Why did God take someone precious in my life back? Why!?"

Alrescha shouted angrily, feeling that God had been unfair to him again.

In this world only the older brother is left as the only person who loves him, replacing the figure of the parents of them when they lost both of them. Then, when he had felt his happiness again with the presence of the woman with the golden hair, that happiness was taken away from him again.

"I- ukhh…. I-

Brugh!

"Young Master!"