First Time Gay Story is an interesting story of an ordinary man who turns into a gay man. 

How the full story, see below.

First Time Gay Story Unexpected and Funny

This incident happened a long time ago. Thomas and I were clubbing at Haze, a club located in the Kota area. Haze is my dream club because this place is open 24 hours. So we can come whenever we want. I come here very often, so often, that the owner, waiter, bartender and security are already familiar with me.

The only downfall in this place is the large number of gays who often congregate there. If it's over 12 at night, they often cluster in the corner near the toilet. 

Because they always put themselves there, the guests who wanted to go to the toilet, like it or not, had to pass through their entourage. Well, the annoying thing is, the gays always flirt with the guests. Of course, only the boys were bothered. Girls are actually safe if you want to go to the toilet.

“Dad… dad… want to go to the Bird Market, huh? Mama come along," shouted one of the guests who happened to be passing by. 

Hahahaha.. I often laugh at the behavior of these magical creatures. Imagine! The person who screams is bearded but talks about himself Mama hahahaha... 

Or there is also someone who teases, "Bro, I want to be the closet." 

There was another, "Dad, if you want to get rid of the thick one, I want to help you."

Huahahahaha… Really bad. I just don't care, I just act nonchalant while deafening my ears. Sometimes I even like to listen to their sentences because I am amused myself and am quite amused by their temptations. 

Usually the disturbance will become a joke that really tickles my friends' laughter if I tell it again at the office.

Only problem is in Thomas. He's a very temperamental type of guy. Often he approached and berated the gays. Unfortunately, none of them are afraid of Thomas. They even act scared and hotter playing with my friend. 

"Dad, if you want to hit, please hit, Mama knows Papa can't be aroused before hitting Mama, right? Hihihihi…” Gays burst out laughing. 

"But hit it baby, right?" said the other. 

"How about if you hit it with your tongue..." said another, followed by giggles from the group.

Losing his temper, Thomas grabbed one of the gays with his left hand and then his right hand prepared to slap. But suddenly another hand grabbed Thomas' wrist from behind. When he turned his body, Thomas saw 2 black burly people looking at Thomas with threatening eyes. 

"One more time looking for trouble with my boss, I will kill you!" said one of them in a cold voice.

Hearing the threat, Thomas was not afraid but instead was ready to put up a fight. I hastily approached them. I quickly put my arm around Thomas and tried to stop them from fighting. 

Thomas who was already consumed by emotions tried to rebel but I continued to drag him to our table. Fortunately, the two of them were silent. It seems they are also reluctant to make a fuss in a public place like that. 

Three security people approached us asking about the commotion earlier. I tell what happened as it is. They just nodded without doing anything. 

After paying the bill, I asked Thomas to leave the place. Why are we staying there? The atmosphere is no longer fun for both of us. 

The security then escorted us to the car to prevent the commotion from continuing outside the club. They apologized for the inconvenience we received.

Because of what just happened, there was a dilemma that night. Want to go home, the night is still long. Want to move clubbing, the mood is already bad. 

Confused about what to do, I finally asked Thomas to eat first at Bubur Hostes near Mangga Besar Street which is very famous in the area. 

Yes, it is true! Everyone called the place Hostess Porridge. Weird right? There is a history as to why the place was named that way. 

The story is this. The porridge maker only operates from night to morning. Well, because it's open at that time, the target audience is accidentally segmented into night workers who work in the vicinity. 

So when the bars and nightclubs disbanded, the hostesses who were waiting to be invited to go home stormed the place to fill their stomachs.

Without a marketing strategy, without doing brand building, the Porridge Maker suddenly has its own positioning. For people who often clubbing in the city, eating at Bubur Hostes is a top of mind when they are starved hehehehe… 

Many guys who come there, apart from wanting to eat, their goal is to meet the hostesses. Unplanned, the place has become a meeting point where supply and demand meet. Giveaway, right? Who knows something that can be transported.

"What are you doing to separate me, Bud? It's the two of them and the two of us. We're not sure we'll lose," Thomas grumbled while chewing his food. Apparently he still doesn't accept my treatment earlier. 

"I'm embarrassed to get into a fight." I argued. 

"Embarrassed why?" Thomas asked curiously. 

"I'm afraid that people will find out that we're fighting because of gay people. Isn't that a shame?" I said giving reasons. 

"Eh, that's right. I didn't think about it until I got there, I'm just getting emotional." 

"Now I understand why these gays dare to be rude to guests. Turns out they brought a bouncer," I said again. 

"Yes. Don't you think? What a strange world right now…”

Clubbing Again 

One Friday night, I was clubbing at Haze again with Thomas. Now it turns out that our lives are calmer. Indeed, the gay group still likes to gather near the toilet and still annoys the guests. But because of the commotion yesterday, they no longer bother us. 

They laughed loudly but suddenly covered their mouths as soon as Thomas or I walked past the toilet. 

Time continues to run through the night. The music continued to beat, the guests continued to dance, shaking their heads like a year old baby who was being attacked by sleepiness. 

Some of them swayed on the dance floor, some put their heads near the speakers as if they were afraid the speakers would go off and some shook their bodies next to their desks. Everyone is carried away and engrossed in their own world.

I'm also busy enjoying music while closing my eyes. Various beautiful lights and flashes are clearly visible when we close our eyes. The situation was so delicious that I didn't realize how much time had passed. 

Suddenly something unexpected happened. The music suddenly stopped. And the lights are turned on so that the atmosphere of the room becomes brightly dazzling. 

It's an atmosphere like this that always makes the clubbers drop. We know that situations like this usually happen because there are raids from the police. Security will search all guests and arrest those with ecstasy or sharp weapons. 

But so weird! For a while, there was no police in sight. I looked at the table but I didn't see Thomas there. Wow? Where are you going, man? I'm still looking to the right and left but I still can't see Thomas. Meanwhile, the voices of the visitors grew louder because they protested the cessation of the music.

Suddenly from the toilet, I heard people screaming and some even screaming hysterically. Like flying I ran towards the toilet. And what happened? 

The toilet floor was covered in fresh blood. In the corner of the toilet room at the very end, there was a man lying with a mangled face like a thief after being beaten by the public. 

I looked carefully, it turned out that the chubby person is one of the gays who often annoys the guests. 

I was so shocked. I hastily ran here and there looking for my friend Thomas. I faintly heard a commotion outside, I immediately rushed into the door. 

In the parking lot, I saw Thomas being held by 3 police officers, while about 10 jet black people were ganging up on Thomas. They kept trying to beat Thomas while shouting wildly but the three police officers tried to protect him.

One of the gangsters was suddenly able to sneak between the police and hit Thomas in the head with a rock in his hand. Thomas fell down covered in blood and fell to the ground. 

The situation became increasingly out of control. The police began to be overwhelmed by protecting Thomas, thus giving the gangster an opportunity to kick Thomas as much as they wanted. 

I, who saw the incident without thinking, jumped up and strangled one of the people who was stepping on Thomas in the head. But his friends pulled me so that our bodies were both separated. 

The group of people furiously let go of Thomas and then together ambushed me. Because there were too many enemies, I fell to the ground beside Thomas who wasn't moving anymore. 

Now the legs are scrambling to kick towards me. There was nothing else I could do except curl up on the ground with both hands protecting my face and head.

Bang! A shot was fired by the police, the sound was deafening. Apparently because the atmosphere was out of control, the police were at their wits end and had to fire warning shots into the air. 

"Disband! Disband all of you!” snapped one of the policemen. 

The gang of gangsters apparently still persisted, regardless of the threat of weapons, they pushed their way back towards us. 

Bang! Bang! Bang!!! Again the sound of gunfire was fired. This time up to 3 times. 

"Disband!!! Disband!!! How dare you go against the officers!!” snapped the cop once more. This time the gun barrel was aimed at the attackers, who were now starting to shrink.

Finally, assisted by the entire Haze security team, the police managed to force the gangster away. They got into the car while carrying the badly injured gay in the toilet. 

The police took us to his headquarters. The examination ran a marathon so Thomas and I were forced to spend two nights at the police station. 

What annoyed us was that we weren't allowed to go to the hospital so we had to take care of our injuries ourselves. The police don't want to help. The reason is that they don't have first aid kits. 

Thank God the bleeding on Thomas's head wasn't too bad. Meanwhile, I'm also only battered in the body and hands. 

Fortunately, my car still had quite a lot of bandages, although I knew the equipment was definitely not sterile, because apart from the color it wasn't white, it smelled musty, because it had been stored there for years without being replaced. 

From the police investigation, I understood what really happened. Apparently Thomas had been the victim of sexual harassment from one of the gays there. In a very drunk state, Thomas intends to pee in the toilet. Arriving at the toilet, Thomas chose to pee in the restroom where to defecate because there was a door and it could be locked from the inside.

Unfortunately, before he could lock the door, because he was so drunk, Thomas fell asleep. 

Well in such circumstances, one of the gays came and found Thomas lying in an open cubicle. Seeing Thomas limp helplessly, that person's evil thoughts emerged. Reluctantly he went into the room, locked it from the inside and carried out his desire. 

Luck apparently still with Thomas. Suddenly he woke up and realized what was going on. With anger he beat the gay man out. 

Like crazy the person was beaten, stepped on and then hit his head against the wall several times. Not satisfied with his action, Thomas put his victim's head into the toilet hole and then stepped on it so that it sank into the dirty water until he gasped for breath. 

Maybe the gay luck is still good. Security came and separated them. It should be noted that the security of the place also does not like the presence of gays who are considered to be disturbing the comfort of other guests. However, because they lost the authority of their guards, they always relented.

Seeing what happened, the security guard was very worried that Thomas would be killed by the gay bodyguard. With a choking voice he ordered Thomas to get out of there as soon as possible. "Bro Thomas quickly go right now." shouted the security guard with a panicked face. 

"Can not. I have to wait for Budiman.” said Thomas. 

“Go right now! Bro Budiman, let me take care of the safety!” he said then he turned to his fellow security guard, "You call the police quickly." 

Unfortunately, because he insisted on waiting for me, Thomas was finally caught by the gay bodyguard. They dragged Thomas into the parking lot and made him a living bag, taking blow after blow from the gay bodyguard. And there was an incident as I have described above.

Hate Gays. 

Since the tragedy, we have never had a clubbing in the City again. If you want clubbing, just go to the south. Since that incident, Thomas is increasingly hating gays. 

Maybe he's a bit traumatized so he stays away from all things gay. Moreover, as soon as in the mass media the incident of Ryan, a gay serial killer, surfaced, he became increasingly anti and offensive. 

That's why when he saw me hanging out with gay people, he immediately got annoyed and reprimanded me. 

"You haven't given up yet, Bud? Yesterday's incident was a warning from God to us." he said. 

I just kept quiet because it's useless to argue with people who hate gay people to death. 

"In the past, homosexuality was considered a mental disorder, but that perception has completely changed." 

I'm still silent. 

“Now people consider homosexual life as a lifestyle. As a result, people are no longer ashamed to live it.” 

I remain silent. 

“Because it is considered a lifestyle, normal people sometimes like to be awakened to try it. It's also called a lifestyle, right? A lot of heterosexual people can't stand to satisfy their curiosity." 

I kept quiet. 

"That's why homosexuality is like a contagious disease. At first you just want to try it but after a while you become addicted.” 

I'm still silent a thousand languages. 

"That's why I'm fussy with you so you don't hang out with gays. As a friend, I don't want you to fall into being gay either." said Thomas again.

From the bottom of my heart I totally disagree with Thomas. We can't generalize all gays like that. A lot of gays are nice and fun too. 

After all, there are a lot of guys who get it wrong. They are afraid of being judged by gays, even though gays have tastes too. 

Not all guys, they like. Of course they are also picky. Just like guys, not all girls we will like. Isn't that right? 

The incident at Club Haze for me is just a tragedy that can actually happen anywhere and to anyone. After all, being gay is a life choice that has nothing to do with me. I will never care about other people's life choices. 

Everyone is welcome to do anything as long as it doesn't disturb our peace. That's my principle.

I do have some gay friends. Then what are you going to do? In the advertising industry, quite a lot of gays are circulating. 

There are advertising agencies, in Production House there are, in Media House there are even on the client side. As a result, it is difficult to avoid. So I associate with them.

Gay Friends. 

Of all the gay friends I know, I like Bryan the most. He is from Menado and works in a boutique in South Jakarta. 

Why do I like Bryan the most? Because of all the gays I know, he's the only one who talks calmly and his jokes never mention the groin issue. 

Without intending to make generalizations, I feel that most of my other gay friends talk bluntly and make jokes about sex. Tired of it. 

Bryan is not like that. Even though the way he moves his body and speaks fluently, it is clear that he is gay, Bryan never talks spoiled. 

Instead, he often shows maturity when his friends vent. I really like him so that a close friendship is established. Even though the frequency of our meetings is not high, I have listed him as a friend. Not just an ordinary friend.

Fairy of Love

One day we had an appointment. Because Bryan doesn't like clubbing and doesn't drink alcohol, we agreed to have coffee at Coffee Bean Kemang. 

I like, if make an appointment for coffee or lunch without an agenda. The sense of camaraderie feels really good without being tainted by the terms approach, commission, project, basically there are no strings attached. 

I just really want to meet you, talk wildly without direction and purpose. 

“Vina how is she, Bud? Leon must be a big boy now?” Bryan asked my wife and children. It's been a long time we haven't seen each other. 

"Leon is in 3rd grade, he is 9 years old this year." I said. 

"Crazy. Why is time so fast? This year I'm 38 years old too. 

"Wow, you're old too. Have you got a girlfriend yet?” ask me. 

Bryan didn't answer. His face was a little cloudy. After taking a few deep breaths, he replied, "I don't know, you could call it a boyfriend or not." 

"Why is that, Yan?" 

“My guy is not purely gay. He's bisexual." 

"Ehem..where's the problem?" 

This is the part that has always been difficult for me to understand. There are many terms such as gay, sissy, homo, bisex, top, bottom and other terms used by gay people. This ignorance several times made me look stupid in their eyes.

Finding a Couple for Gay.

For example, one Friday, Bryan joined me at the Kemang clubbing club. Seeing me being greeted by so many people, Bryan was very impressed. Immediately he wanted to take advantage of the situation using my network. 

"Bud, you have a lot of acquaintances. Find a handsome guy for me, okay?" he said. 

"Huh? You crazy! I've never in my life been a match for a guy Yan." Frankly, I'm very confused. 

Bryan smiled sensibly as he said, “That's fine. I'm just kidding." 

I hate situations where I can't help other people. Moreover, the person who needs help is our friend and rarely does he want to ask for help. That's why I tried to find acquaintances for Bryan. 

Fuiiii…h to match a guy with a guy, it's really an experience that I've never dreamed of.

I started looking around the cafe. Usually these eyes only focus on beautiful girls but tonight the opposite happened. 

I felt like I had become a real gay man, because my eyes swept over all the guys who were there. All this I did for my friend Bryan. 

It's not easy being gay. The most serious problems are; How do we know if a guy is gay or not? What if the person who was married to Bryan was not gay but a thug? Wow, you can die. Or is he really gay but his crush is not with Bryan but with me? Hiiiiii… goosebumps.

At Newscafe almost all regular guests know me. Among the regular guests there were some who were effeminate. Usually they gather at the bar and talk to each other in shrill voices. If they've had too much to drink and their mood goes up, they usually go up to a table or bar and dance and shake their ass coquettishly. 

I watched all the coquettish guys one by one, and finally I decided on Ade. This coquettish guy is the most intelligent among his friends. His makeup is also not too flashy and his face is handsome like today's soap opera players. 

With my heart pounding, I headed to the bar, standing next to Ade while shouting to the bartender, "Bro, want a glass of draft beer?" Saying that I immediately turned to Ade, “Hello, De. Do you want to drink? I'll treat it."

"Hello, Bud. How come you're so chubby now? Go fitness." said Ade while patting my stomach which is getting bigger. 

Suddenly one of Ade's friends said in a coquettish manner, “That's the difference between Budiman and you, De. Budiman Chubby, you cabo hihihihihihihi…” 

"Hush! keep your word! It's not good for other people to hear!" scold me. 

But the man still went on and on, "Oh, you want something delicious, Bud?" 

"What do you mean?" I asked again because I didn't know where the conversation was going. 

"If you want children, just play with your wife. If you want fun, then play with me. Here, shoot as much as you want, I surrender." After finishing his sentence, the person turned around and thrust his buttocks towards me. 

As I mentioned above, gay jokes like this are what I don't like the most. Why do they usually joke about sex? There are still many interesting topics for jokes, right? Wonder!

In short, I managed to persuade Ade to meet Bryan. I invited Ade to join Bryan's table. To give them the freedom to make introductions, I invited the other guests to play billiards which is located right in front of the toilet. 

Without realizing it, I have played 6 solid-color games on the pool table. Secretly I always glanced at Ade and Bryan. Extraordinary! Can you believe it or not, the two young men seem to be very familiar. 

The two of them spoke so casually as if they had been friends for years. Turns out I didn't think I was talented as a matchmaker for homos hehehehehe….

As soon as Ade returned to his group at the Bar, I walked over to Bryan at his table. My friend seemed to be smiling. Wow, why does he look so happy? Maybe he's already in love with Ade, I thought. 

"How about it, Yan? Is my choice right?" ask I want to know. 

Bryan's smile grew wider but his gaze felt strange. I sat opposite him impatiently waiting for Bryan's comments about Ade. 

"You're crazy, Bud. Is it Ade that you want to marry me?" 

"What's it to you? Isn't he handsome?" 

"But not him, please. Am I a lesbian?" 

Well lol? Confused right? It's hard to understand terms that are not from our world. For me, Ade and Bryan are guys who have a sex appetite for boys too. But how come the term lesbian appears?

Tattoo on the Ass

But finally Bryan explained to me the ins and outs of the gay world. He patiently explained that although physically gay is male, in a relationship, one functions as a male (the term is Top) and the other as a female (Bottom). Now in the gay world, both Bryan and Ade are apparently girls. That's why Bryan said, 'am I a lesbian.' 

“Huahahahahaha…” 

I was really amused to hear Bryan's explanation. How do I know which gay is a boy and which one is a gay girl? 

Because both of them have muscular arms and both have mustaches. It doesn't enter my brain that there are people with muscles and mustaches who claim to be female hehehehehehe... 

OK, now back to Coffee Bean. Bryan continued to say, “My guy isn't really gay. So besides me, he has a girlfriend too. His girlfriend is a real girl." 

"Oh I see. Has he shot you yet?” ask me. The term shot is a general term which means a guy expresses love and invites a woman to officially become his girlfriend. But my question was answered by Bryan strangely. 

"Already. At least once a week he would shoot me.” he said. 

"Huh? What do you mean Yan?" I said. 

"Oops? Wrong huh hihihihihihihi…” Bryan giggled. "I'm sorry."

Bryan once again explained that in the gay world the term 'shot' means making same-sex love. I'm getting confused. It's not easy to get along with creatures of different species from us. 

"Yeah, we're officially dating, if that's what you mean," he explained. 

"And the girl? Has he broken up?" 

"Well, that's a bummer. He hasn't cut ties with his girlfriend yet. I'm cranky. Where is there a girl who wants to be left behind?" 

"Why haven't the relationship been cut off?" 

"He said he was still looking for the right time. Even though I know that's not really the reason." 

"What is the reason?" 

"I know he really loves his girlfriend too much." 

"Then?" 

"My boy is disturbed because of his girl's tattoo." 

"Oh, you guys don't like girls with tattoos?" I asked affirmed. 

"The problem is that his girlfriend's tattoo is right above her butt." 

"So what? A lot of girls have tattoos there." I said sure. Because one of my girlfriends used to have a vignette tattoo just above her butt. 

"The tattoo bears the name of his former boyfriend." 

"Oh? Hahahaha…” I was starting to feel weird.

The tattoo says 'Eko Prasetyo.' And the writing is also big." 

I was stunned to hear Bryan's explanation. 

"When make love to his girlfriend, my boyfriend immediately loses his senses. Especially if it's doggy style." 

“Huahahahahaha… even though that's my favorite style.” I said, imagining I was in that position. 

"You don't swim, you don't make love, everything is doggy style hahahahaha .." Bryan said trying to joke on the sidelines of his troubled heart. 

I suddenly felt strange. Bryan has never mentioned the guy's name before. But I also don't want to ask because I'm sure he has his own reasons why he doesn't want to tell the guy's name.

If the tattoo is just initials, my boyfriend won't be bothered. For example, only 'EP' not 'EKO Prasetyo.'" Bryan continued. 

"What's the difference between initials and full name?" I asked curiously. 

"According to my boyfriend, if it's just initials, we can give another meaning to the 'EP' earlier. For example 'Emancipation Power' hehehehehe…” 

"Or 'Ejaculation Premature' hahahahahaha..." I said trying to joke. 

Bryan was silent. He didn't say a word for a long time. After taking several deep breaths, he began to pour out his heart again. 

"I really don't like it when my boyfriend is lying." 

"Lie how?" 

"When I call he likes to admit that he is in a meeting even though I know he is with his girlfriend." 

"Oh you bad idea. Who knows if there's a meeting?" 

"He said to me on the phone, 'Hello Mr. Hendro, sorry I'm in a meeting, sir. I'll call Mr. Hendro after the meeting, okay?' After saying that he turned off the phone without me having a chance to say anything." 

"Mr. Hendro who is it?" I asked. 

"There he is! Why did he call me Mr. Hendro? Since when did my name become Hendro? Obviously he's lying, right?"

"Yes, I agree. He must be with the girl." 

"That's what I meant. Why is he lying? Instead of lying, I prefer not to pick up my phone. Only then did he call back.”

Same Story

Satisfied with the conversation, I returned to the office. Actually, I still enjoy chatting with Bryan but my kids in the creative department asked me to join in the brainstorming to create an advertising campaign for a condom product. 

Finally we separated and promised to meet in 2 weeks at the same place. Arriving at the office, the creative team had gathered in a large meeting room. 

The brainstorming seemed really fun because I saw them laughing really hard. Maybe someone threw up a really funny idea. 

"A funny idea, huh? How hot is it for you to laugh?" I asked as I put my ass on the chair. 

"That's Marco, Uncle Bud. The story is very funny," answered one. 

"What's the story, Co? Share the laugh, please?" my word. 

"So, Uncle Bud, I had lunch with my former college friend." Marco started his story."

"Then?" 

"He wants to break up with his girlfriend but is still hesitating." 

"Because?" 

"Actually he really loves his girlfriend..." 

Marco paused for a moment while I also didn't give any comment and waited for the story to continue. 

“…Moreover, the girl who plays sex is really good. This girl is a sex explorer type, she always wants to try all kinds of sex games. Anyway, the couple is very compatible, huh." 

"Then the girl cheated on him because she wanted to try with another guy?" guess me. 

"No! If she cheats, he will definitely not hesitate to break up." 

"So what?" 

“That girl has a tattoo just above her ass…” Marco continued. 

"Huh? the correct one? What tattoo?” My heart skipped a beat when I heard Marco's words. 

"Well, that's the problem. The tattoo bears the name of her ex-boyfriend hahahahaha…”

I'm so amazed. How can it be the same with Bryan's story? 

"The funny thing is that the tattoos are not initials, but full names." 

I'm getting dumbfounded. 

"The writing is 'Eko Prasetyo' hahahaha... Isn't that right? Why does the tattoo say 'Eko Prasetyo?' Huahahahahaha…” 

I still can't speak. 

"My friend really loses his sense of being in love with her..." Marco continued again. 

"He said why not make initials, for example, 'EP' instead? If you have a full name, it will be troublesome if you break up." 

"If his initials can make a new meaning, after breaking up. For example, think of the EP as "Emancipation Power." my word. 

"Wow, that's great, Uncle Bud. My friend said that too. How come Uncle Bud can guess word for word, anyway?” 

"Your friend loses his senses, especially when he is in doggy style, right?" I said again.

Everyone laughed loudly at my comment. Everyone imagines what if we were in the guy's position. We're making love while reading the name of the guy on our girlfriend's ass….Huh! Very upset for sure. 

I'm the only one who doesn't laugh. I'm still fascinated by that incredible coincidence. All kinds of strange events very often happen unexpectedly. Maybe it's because my circle is too close to Bryan, so oddly, my office friends tell the same story.

A Gay Confession

Time is running and suddenly it's the weekend again. As usual on Fridays, I spent the evening hanging out in a cafe. I sat at the bar chatting with the bartender who was on the night shift. We used to talk giddily about unimportant things. 

Around 12 o'clock at night, suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder. I immediately looked, it was Thomas. 

That night Thomas came with a new girl. I've never seen that girl before. The person is tall, thin but full. Wearing blue jeans with a yellow tank top. Her shoulder-length hair was dyed brown. 

"Hey Bud. Who are you with?" said Thomas. 

"Alone. Who are you with?" 

"Get to know my girl." Thomas said as he brought his girlfriend closer to me. 

"Nuri." The woman said her name. 

"Budiman." I said.

Thomas and Nuri joined me. The bar at that time wasn't that busy. I watched the girl Thomas closely. Even though she's not very pretty, Nuri is quite attractive. Unfortunately she was too quiet. Since then, when asked, she just answered casually. 

1 hour band finished. I called the bartender for the bill and got ready to go home. “Uh, where are you going? Let's continue to Nu China?" Thomas invited me to a club which was also in the Kemang area. 

"No. I want to go home." 

"Come on, come with us, I'm not satisfied, Bud..." 

"Yes, you must not be satisfied, you come at 12 past. I've been here since 9 o'clock." 

"Just go to Nu China, Bud. Please…Nuri loves to dance. Later, we talk.” 

Actually, my brain is already dizzy from drinking too much, so I have to drive all the way home again. But because I couldn't bear it, I finally agreed to Thomas' request. “OK! But I don't drink, I have to drive." 

"Okay, sure. Thanks. Let's go," he said as he invited his girlfriend.

In less than 10 minutes we arrived at our destination. Frankly, I don't really like Nu China. I prefer places that have live music than clubs. 

Moreover, this place is too small and the airflow system is also not that good, so cigarette smoke hurts the eyes. 

But somehow because I was lucky, there weren't that many visitors that day, so I wasn't bothered by cigarette smoke. 

Unlike in the cafe earlier, his girlfriend Thomas's attitude suddenly changed 100 degrees. If she was so calm before, now she is dancing so wildly. Her movements were as fast as a whirlwind and her swaying was so sensual. 

Even though none of the guests at that time were dancing but Nuri didn't care about her surroundings. She kept swaying to the beat of the music played by the Home Discjockey. 

"Crazy, how come Nuri suddenly changed her identity, huh?" I asked in surprise. 

"It's not like that, Bud. She really doesn't like cafes. She prefers a place like this. She prefers to dance than watch live music.” 

"The opposite of me huh?" 

"She's kind of a star. So she prefers to be watched than to watch."

Feeling the attention of many guests, Nuri is getting more excited, she swings her body in an erotic dancer style. Her very flexible body moves here and there to provoke the lust of men who pay attention to her. 

"Crazy! The movements are very erotic. It's great in bed, isn't it," I commented, taking a deep breath of the cigarette. 

"Hahahahaha you know that, Bud. It's true, really." said Thomas with a mischievous smile. 

"The correct one? Wow, you're so lucky, aren't you?" 

"Hehehe, I'm really a lucky guy." 

"Are you seriously dating her?" 

Thomas was silent like someone who was thinking hard, "I actually really love her." 

"Then?" 

"I'm just thinking about breaking up with her." 

"Are you serious? Why don't you just pass it to me?" I said jokingly.

But Thomas paid no heed to my jokes. Taking a sip of his whiskey he let out his thoughts. "I'm frankly bothered by the tattoo." 

"Do you not like girls with tattoos?" I asked affirmed. Weird! Why again about tattoos that have become a problem lately. 

"Nuri's tattoo is right above the butt." I was silent. Suddenly I was afraid to hear the continuation of the story. 

"The problem is that the tattoo has his ex-girlfriend's name on it." 

I started to feel strange and increasingly didn't know what to do except for being forced to remain silent while praying, 'Oh God, don't tell me the same story again. That's enough, Lord.' 

"The tattoo says "Eko Prasetyo," said Thomas.

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