CHAPTER 77 Forgive Me
MAYBE HE REALIZED this too and just obeyed the command of his dad to choose Elliesse. It is also not a joke to lose everything he worked for just for Clarence and me.
I shook my head as hate and enmity welled up in my heart.
My eyes fall again, but I regain my strength. I quickly wiped away the tears that I wanted to drip and tried to calm myself.
Eventually, I found myself wandering around the city. I was driving with no direction, and I didn’t know where I was going.
Until I passed Peter’s restaurant, where he took me, I no longer bothered to park my car and get inside.
I ordered a panzanella and pizza margherita. I suddenly felt hungry as it was served to me while it was still smoking.
I started eating while waiting for Brigette to join the stage. I heard from some customers that she would sing tonight.
I was enjoying my food when I heard a familiar voice near me. When I looked at it, I did not make a mistake; Jocko was the one approaching me.
“Margaux!” He looked so surprised. The whole troop followed him, and the only one missing was Lawrence.
I just reciprocated with a frugal smile before glancing at Cindy with a broad smile on my face.
I could do nothing but partake of their table. After all, there is no reason for me to avoid them. Lawrence and I were the only ones in dispute, and the troops were not involved.
The night deepened, and the vocalist started for her first song. We chose to sit at the round table near the stage and to have a more comfortable drink.
“Hello, guys?!”
I was startled from my seat when I saw Peter in his red jacket and white T-shirt underneath, denim pants and white shoes also fit his plump thighs.
“Peter!”
Everyone except me who chose to look down on my tequila sunset greeted him.
“Where have you been? You really look like a businessman,” said Cindy.
“Just busy at work,” he said in a cheerful voice. I noticed he was rubbing his neck before sitting next to Jocko.
Since we are just opposite each other, I decided just to ignore him.
“It looks like you’re working really hard? And I heard you’re dating a new vocalist named Brigette?” Jocko teased him.
“Please, introduce us!” I even heard Jocko’s tease continued.
“You already know her, don’t you?” I heard his answer.
Because of what I heard, I looked up, and at that point, our eyes met. His eyes were dark, but there’s so much light in them.
His lips curved a bit, but also quickly turned his gaze to the stage. As he did, I also glanced at the stage where Brigette was already singing.
I pursed my lips. She sang very well. Her voice was very pleasing and effective in attracting the audience. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail. She was dressed simply in a black spaghetti strap top with a black leather skirt and black boots.
I bowed because I felt the lines of the song penetrate my heart. I look back at Peter, who is staring at me now.
I looked into his eyes, and I saw nothing but pain. Am I right? If I’m wrong then, what?
“Bottom’s up!” That look was only interrupted when Santino shouted.
“Peter, introduce Brigette to us!” Jocko said again that he did not want to let go and was obviously just bursting.
He did nothing but stand up to go to the stage and called Brigette.
“Guys, she is Brigette Sy!” he finally introduced her to us. I caught him holding her elbow and still supporting her gently.
Brigette waved at us then show off a sparingly smiled. He introduced us one by one. I almost choked when he introduced me as his special friend to everyone.
I bit my lip hard as I reached for her hand. I stared at her because the ice in her hand seemed to be cold.
She looked tense, so I smiled at her broadly before introducing myself.
“Hi! I’m Margaux!”
“Uh, Brigette—Brigette Sy!” she muttered lowly.
Jocko moved in to give her space right next to Peter. I noticed he repeatedly glance at me! I just shrugged my shoulders and focused on what I was drinking.
The deeper the night, the more intoxicated I became. I don’t know what the topic is anymore. I just want to forget everything. The ones I no longer feel pain, the ones I don’t have anymore.
“Margaux, you’re drunk.” A concerned voice of Cindy blaring in my head. I turned to her with dim eyes. Then suddenly, my eyes pooled with tears. I firmly bit my lip to prevent that.
I smiled at her, and without hesitation, I hugged her tightly. I closed my eyes as I felt she caress my back.
Shit, I think I’m drunk! I tried to let go of it and was forced to smile at everyone.
“Margaux, you’re already drunk,” she said in a low voice again.
“I’m okay. I’m not drunk yet,” I said with my shaky voice. So I pulled out the glass with just a dirty martini and drank it.
I glanced at Julia, who opened her mouth to me. I begged her to refill my glass, which she did immediately.
Again I straightened the wine in my glass. Draw the heat of it in my throat, so I dropped the glass hard on the table.
Everyone looked at me with awe. They know I’m not a drinker person. But this time, I want to get drunk and lose myself even now.
I asked for another glass, but I almost lost my balance when Peter sat down holding my wrist. And without my clearance, he pulled me away from the table.
Because of my dizziness and unsteadying step, I just let him take me somewhere.
He took me on the rooftop without any difficulty. The cold air hit me on the cheek. It also freely blows some of my escaped hair from the navel.
“What is wrong with you, Margaux? You let yourself get drunk? You never used to be like that!” He was standing right in front of me and staring at me in the dark.
I bite my tongue, trying to hold my tears. I looked around to avoid his scorching stares.
“Margaux . . .” he called my name in a soft and gentle tone and stepped closer to me.
I bent down, but it became more of a way for the tears I had been holding back to break down.
“Margaux,” he whispered again.
Unable to restrain myself, I held his arm tightly and looked up at him with tears in my eyes.
“Why is it hurts? Tell me that I made a mistake, Peter. Tell me that I made a mistake for loving him! I can’t do this anymore, Peter . . .” I grabbed his jacket tightly and shook my head repeatedly.
He didn’t say a word. He just let me cry and let go of the weight I was feeling in my chest. I never thought I would give in for almost a week of self-control, and I also never thought that I would cry to Peter like this after I hurt him so much before.
“But you’re not Lawrence! You’re not the one I love! Tell me, is this my karma for all the stupid things I did to you before? Tell me, Peter, do I deserve this?!” I said with a laced of bitterness.
He lowered his head and gently caressed my wet cheek, so I opened my mouth to let in a small breath as tears welled in my eyes.
“How can I heal your broken heart if the cause is wasn’t me?” he whispered.