I DROVE THE car away from the restaurant. I don’t want to stay there for long because I might just swallow everything I said and flatter Lester’s sweet words. I didn’t want to go home, so I decided to go to a resto-bar. For a time, I’d want to forget about it.I chose to sit on the stool right in front of the bartender.“One tequila, please,” I said.“Yes, ma’am!”A few minutes later, the bartender put down the tequila shot glass, which I immediately drank straight.“One more, please!” I ignored the lemon in front of me. What could be more bitter than how I feel? Even if I suck a lemon and taste the salt, nothing can beat my already broken heart.“Here, ma’am,” he politely said when he gave me another shot. Again, I drank straight. I asked for more until I felt dizzy.“W-waiter, one more, please,” I whispered. My eyes were blurry.Th
Read more