Chapter 2 2. One Stand Night

"I'm not a little girl, Uncle!" protested Zia in annoyance when the man called her little girl.

The man seemed to ignore Zia's words. He focused on finding things in the drawer. "It's a good thing I always have this with me," he muttered as he pulled out what looked like a wine bottle cap.

"Please get the paper bag beside you!" The man asked Zia, as he pointed to a white paper bag beside him. Zia complied with him and handed him a paper bag. Her face still had a displeased look. Her gaze turned curious about the contents of the paper bag because the man's face appeared smiling. This was a white box with a pitch-black bottle.

"What's that, Uncle?" She was curious about the black bottle.

"This is wine. It will warm you up so you do not get cold," replied to the man, downing the liquid from the bottle. "A little girl like you can't drink this!"

The man emphasized his words because he could see Zia's curious expressions. Actually, he just wanted to enjoy the liquid himself, as it was very expensive. He glanced himself from the upper mirror. Zia sniffed annoyance in man's words.

"So what, I'm not a little girl, I'm 20 years old," Zia said as she turned her face away and stared at the raindrops falling heavily.

"Don't play dumb, you must know that wine contains alcohol, and this wine is very expensive. I will finish it all by myself." The man replied sarcastically and downed the liquid in the black bottle.

Suddenly Zia turned her head, staring at the black bottle in the unfamiliar man's hand. "They say alcohol can take away all your problems," Zia giggled, smiling happily.

Zia had found a cure for her heartache. Without permission, Zia moved forward and her hand grabbed the black bottle from the man's hand and drank it without pause. The man was caught off guard, and he was immediately surprised because Zia snatched it from him and drank it immediately without pause.

"Little girl, what are you doing?" The man was surprised that little liquid was left in the bottle.

"Wow, this drink is really good. It's sweet."

Zia's face turned red, she felt her body temperature rise and no longer felt cold. The man turned annoyed, and he reached out to his hand to grab a black bottle. He had to get his wines back.

"Give me back my wine!" he screamed loudly.

However, Zia kept the bottle from his reach. Zia shifted her sitting position out of reach of the man's hand. Zia even laughed uproariously at the man's annoyed face.

"Too bad I already have it, Uncle." Zia laughed even more with satisfaction when she saw the man's emotional expression.

Zia deliberately moved the wine bottle forward, as if to give it to the man, but when the man was about to take it, Zia would move the bottle out of the man's reach. The man moved his body forward while constantly trying to reclaim the bottle. Again, Zia dodged, and even Zia was overwhelmed by alcohol that she could not think straight.

"Oh shit, how's this? That little girl seems to be drunk," the man said Zia suddenly kept laughing to herself. The man was surprised that Zia was about to open the door to escape. He quickly pressed the automatic door lock button to prevent the Zia from opening the car door.

"Ah, open it! Open the door, I want to go," Zia whined in a weak voice because she was drunk.

"What a nuisance, this little girl." The man complained, and then moved back to retrieve his wine bottle. "Give it back to me!"

He grabbed the bottle. The man took another sip of liquid from the bottle, he needed to recover from scolding the little girl who was now looking at him sadly. He did not look at Zia, who was beside him. Zia couldn't even sit quietly.

Bugh! Zia planted her body on the man's chest, making the man very surprised. "Uncle. I am sad, angry, disappointed and hurt." Zia mumbled incoherently. The man was even more surprised when Zia suddenly hugged him.

"I miss my father, Uncle." Zia sobbed in man's arms.

The man stared at Zia's upper face that was partially covered by her ample bosom. He saw Zia's tears as being flowing. He put the bottle he was holding in the glove compartment of the car’s side door and stroked Zia's hair. She felt sorry for Zia. He felt that the girl crying in her arms was desperate.

"Cry, if it brings you relief!" Zia's tears flowed even more when she heard the man's words.

"Thank you, Uncle. You seem like a good person," Zia said as she raised her face to look at the man.

Zia and the man were very close. Suddenly Zia felt a strange tingle as her eyes and the man's met. The man’s burly hand then stroked Zia's cheek. The skin of his hand was so smooth that Zia felt another touch on her body. The man unconsciously brought his lips to hers. Zia looked resigned to accept it.

The influence of alcohol had taken over by the two people, so they did something they should not have done. Both were lulled into forbidden behaviors. The sound of the rain fell heavily, and the strong sea breeze drowned the sighs of the two people.

***

Zia felt the sunlight disturbing her deep sleep. It was not the only thing that disturbed her from sleeping, and she felt a sting in her groin area. She had never experienced stinging or pain in that area.

"Argh, it hurts so much." She moaned softly in hoarse voice.

Zia forced herself to open her eyes. Zia's eyes rounded as she realized her current state. Her body was not covered by a single piece of cloth, and there were bloodstains underneath where she was sitting. She panicked her mouth. She then looked to the front, where the man she was with last night was still fast-asleep in the driver's seat.

"What happened to me?" Zia tried to recall what happened, but all she could remember was her fight with her mother. Zia forced herself to remember. Finally, she remembered that she had met a man who had scolded her on the beach.

"I don't care about any of this. I need to leave as soon as possible!"

Zia hurriedly put on her clothes so she could leave and run away. Just as she was about to open the car door, Zia's gaze fell on the wallet near the handbraked lever. Her hand immediately grabbed the wallet and opened up its contents. The content of the wallet was tempting for her faith.

"Oh my God, that's a lot of money," Zia murmured softly. "I'm sorry, Uncle. I promise I'll replace it."

A does not know how much money she took because she could not hold it on her hand. Then Zia took the man's shirt to cover her body. Fortunately, the door was opened and unlocked. Zia immediately ran away, leaving the man still fast-asleep.

Shortly after Zia left, someone knocked on the car. The man woke up and turned frantic because he was wearing only his underwear. He was not fully awake, but his panic instantly awoke his sleepiness.

"Ah shit! What's going on here is that" the man grumbled in annoyance that he did not immediately remember what had happened to him.

However, the knocking on his side window became louder, so he chose to open it first. "What's wrong?" the man snapped irritably.

"I'm sorry Sir, I'm worried because you has been unreachable since last night," replied the person knocking on his window.

The man was immediately shocked when he realized that Sean was wearing only triangular underwear. "I'm sorry, Sir."

The man apologized again because he realized that Sean did not like the way he looked at his body. He was Fred Sadyne, Sean's assistant who was looking for Sean's whereabouts. Fred can only look down, realizing that Sean does not like his carelessness.

"Mr. Sadyne, brought me a change in clothes. I need to change first." Sean asked Sadyne, who was older than him.

"Yes, sir."

After Fred leaves him, Sean scans the inside of his car. "What a mess," Sean said irritably. Suddenly, his sense of sight stopped at the back seat. He noticed that the back seat had blood stains. His eyeballs were perfectly round and panicked.

"Oh my God, what is that?"