Swipe You, Swipe Me
The Devil and The Queen of Swords

Tara drank her lemon tea, half an hour included on the way no one spoke up. He was reluctant but it was not clear that he was sitting directly in front of this woman.

In 32 hours the numbers behind the year will change. Every inch of the eye looked, the shops in the shopping center were lively with Christmas decorations and happy new year writing that had been installed from far away. Heavy rain is also like not out of stock to be wasted.

Tara far away chose to go around not clearly paying attention to the decorations or flushing her body with rain water rather than spending her time with the woman across the table.

He was actually quite surprised to see the woman standing waiting for him on the back of the road near the bus stop near his office. Take Tara to this place. Tara even had to cancel her Uber order which was close to arriving. The woman said there was something important she wanted to say. Tara had allowed to speak at the time but insisted on finding a more appropriate place.

"Ehem," the woman took a tone. "It."

A small flat-length box he shoved into the middle of the table, as if placing a bet on the gambling table. Tara looked at the box. He never remembers ordering something, having a personal number of this woman.

"What's that?" ask Tara.

"Open up" he said coldly. Sofia sat down, "after that I'll explain what I want to say."

Tara grabbed the box a little hesitating. Usually fear will arise if we receive a mysterious box from a person we don't even trust. He hoped not to find a flying cockroach when he opened the lid.

Tara glanced at Sofia who seemed to be anticipating as well. It was clearly a tense expression that he had shown from the beginning was getting louder. Tara gulped, her throat felt dry. I don't know why. He's opening.

There was a pregnancy test in the box. Two red lines are on the middle. Indicates the wearer is positive for two bodies.

He looked back at Sofia who looked back at him. Tara didn't even know what to say after looking at the contents of the box. One, he's not a man. Two, he can't even impregnate any woman. Three. If he was a man, Sofia was not her choice to be fertilized.

"Wantas? Is it my connection to your pregnancy?" tara asked as she placed the box in the middle of the table.

"That's. Rendi's son," Sofia said indifferently.

Tara was surprised though not surprised to hear the name to be the reason why the tool can be two-striped. How far is their relationship? What has been his suspicion all this time is proven. Very strong evidence was in the middle of the table.

"The one you're supposed to meet isn't me, Sofia," Tara sniffed her head against the box. "You can't possibly hold me accountable, can you?"

"You can see how much she loves me, Tara," Sofia picked up her glass and drank the filling. Slowly put the glass down, "he even put his child in me." One eyebrow raised and a smile as if challenging Tara rose on Sofia's lips.

"Good, he was finally able to live his new life well" Tara's response ignored any form of expression the woman showed.

"So don't ever expect Rendi to turn to you, Tara. No, not" he said.

There is a strange glint from Sofia's eyes that Tara can't figure out. All Tara knows is that her heart is pounding erratically. Looking at the box instead made him remember that damn dream. His mind bounced around how Rendi and Sofia were writhing each other in the hot tempest. Something inside of him wants the same thing. Tara tried hard to get rid of her dirty thoughts and looked back at Sofia.

"I don't fully expect Sofia, but we don't know how the universe works" he concluded.

***

His knuckles were turning white as he clenched his hands under the table. He held a rage that could explode at any moment. It was not this calm reaction that he wanted. He wanted Tara to burn jealous. He wanted Tara to explode and feel herself triumphing over the clouds.

But it seems like this is the wrong action he did.

"Can you get out of between us, Tara!" snapped it. Sofia can't take it anymore.

"I was never there when you were together" said the woman.

"You're there!" bawdy. No matter where he was at the time, he ignored the eyes around them that were now pointing at him. His anger should be out, immediately!

Tara chuckled in disbelief, "were I among you guys making love?" tanyanya lightly.

"Yes!" Sofia stood up and kicked down the restaurant table, her chest rising down with her breath she could not control. Of course everyone in that place even those who happened to pass by came to look. "Please get out of our lives, Tara! You're a girl..."

Tara looked at. There is no surprise from the eye it is only pity in sight. Tara could see it? Ill-mannered. His pride fell in front of this woman. He hoped the floor of the restaurant would swallow him alive.

"When will Rendi be able to look at me if you continue to be among us?!" Tight chest. He held back his tears. There was no way she would cry in front of Tara, her pride would be completely gone.

"Never contact him, or purposely meet him, or simply disappear from this world. Yes, yes it's a better choice! Or you'll know the consequences, Tara." he said.

"Sofia, you better sit down and we'll talk. You'll embarrass yourself if you talk more..."

CRAT!

Shaking Sofia clasped the glass whose contents successfully moved to Tara's face. As the two eyes looked at her, Sofia could not read the meaning of the view. Tara then took the napkin on the table and began wiping the water on her face.

"I just want to say this, listen carefully" Tara said firmly. "You know that me and Rendi have broken up, we don't have any ties. It's none of my business about what you did together when Rendi was still with me or not. You see, what he did to you and there's no way he won't do it again the next day when you're together."

Sofia tightly grasped the napkin in her hand. Wrathful.

"But if you tell me I never left between you, this is what I'm going to tell you... The thing of the heart, when he has set something, anything can not change it. No matter how hard you try to outwit her, all you get is disappointment, Sofia" Tara said. "I'm not lying, I still love Rendi but I can't take it back. My heart has been broken, along with your news today. But so does Rendi, if her heart can't eliminate me, until whenever you're just a shadow."

Sofia gripped the tablecloth it was getting stronger. The rumbling in his chest was unbearable, wanting to feel like he was tearing the woman's mouth. What Rendi and Tara said, was not much different. He lost both of these men.

"I'm sorry, take good care of Rendi's son," Tara turned around and left Sofia watching him to get out of the restaurant.

"ARGHH!" Sofia pulled the tablecloth until all the things on it were thrown. Then he sat down and was crushed. His whole body is shaking.

Some of the people around his desk were shocked and evaded. Restaurant staff even hesitated to approach Sofia, fearing they were targeted by her rampage. He took a box containing a pregnancy test device that fell, left three hundred thousand bills and stepped out of the restaurant without looking back.

***

An empty bench lay wide on the commuter, but Tara chose to stand near the exit. Many times the security of the train allowed Tara to take her place in one of the seats, but she refused. It is better to look at the speed of the train from the glass door of the iron snake than to look at passengers who fell asleep gaping because they were unconscious. Moreover, his mind wanders far and wide while looking at the scenery outside as intense as last.

Sofia was pregnant with Rendi's child, the sentence revolved around her head. It is not surprising but to think that they have been side by side together in bed, changing views without clothes, laughing deliciously on the sidelines of intimate activities, Tara is disturbed by it.

Yeah, as long as they're dating, every chance they get to meet Tara does keep those things from happening to her. He is conservative in addressing activities that require physical touch. Not wanting a saintly pretender, his head was undeniably thinking of such a thing. The theme was not spared into exciting chatter with Rendi or her friends. It's just that he keeps up sex to be a sacred thing in the marriage bond.

Tara stroked his weak arm, not a single hand of Rendi left history on the part of his body covered in clothes. Is that what made Randy turn away? Because of the physical satisfaction he never got when with him. Why Tara, are you disappointed? You think that's a privilege? You think Rendi didn't see you as the woman she wanted? All of those questions come down to the word, yes.

Tara took her phone and searched the person's name, then dialed the number. On the dial tone both of his phones were raised, "You have an agenda tonight? Can you pick me up?"

***

"I didn't think you knew a reference to a place like this?" tara's eyes grew.

The Chaos and Riot. Not many people know about that place. Not even a place where easy access from the highway. However, Tara was amazed by the large number of people in such a small place. This place offers metal bands mixed with club house music with a disc jockey who plays a sound mixer device up there. His uproar was truly deafening.

The rowdy music makes visitors have to shout to beat the sound of music thumping that makes everyone on the dance floor prancing as if what is stepped on is embers.

"The music that was performed here is underground, not too many people like it, Tara," cried Dave.

Tonight, Dave's not what Tara used to meet. Although a slippery shirt remains his mainstay, but he looks much more relaxed because it combines it with jeans. Yes, belel. Tara does not recognize when Dave approaches her who is waiting outside the station.

Tara nodded and enjoyed the atmosphere of this room. Instantly that became a matter of dread in his head was knocked out. It felt like he wanted to be in the middle of a crowd of humans who were not tired of jumping and dancing as they pleased.

"What do you want to drink?" ask Dave with a shout.

"Anything, don't be too heavy," he shouted back as well.

"Okay, wait a minute," Dave leaves Tara for the bar table.

Tara still swept her gaze while nodding to the rhythm that existed then suddenly the music that was so torturous to the ears was slightly reduced. Someone from on stage took the mic off his support pole.

"The Chaos Sisters and Riot Brothers night!!!" the whole room answered with a boisterous shout. It took a long time until the visitor stopped his screams. Dave comes nudging a bottle of cold beer into Tara's arm, while Tara is shocked and picks up the bottle. Dave had a beer in his hand.

"Tonight, we'll have a competition that attracts friends!!!" He directed the loud speaker towards the whole room which was back boisterous. "And prize... The Dalmore 62!"

"Why?" dave asked, frowning, astonished.

"There are only 12 bottles of The Dalmore 62 in the world, Dave," explains Tara.

"Nothing is impossible here, there's even a Ferrari coming home from this place" said Dave.

"It's crazy" Tara just shook her head.

"It's easy" the man stopped for a moment. Tara was sure, she was also under the influence of alcohol. "there are twenty slokis to be prepared for, SILENCE FIRST YOU," she laughed and many said with a huff. "5 challengers. Starting from 2 slices of beer until.." the finger pointed at the small glass on the far left and stopped at the glass filled with green liquid on the far right, "2 sloki Absinthe."

Tara held her head and shook her head in disbelief. "This is insane, Dave."

"It's worth the Dalmore 62, by the way," he chuckled.

"Who would want to caw tonight?" throw the MC on stage.

"ME!!!" Without thinking and he himself was quite shocked to realize his two hands were waving an exclaim towards the stage.

Dave frowned in disbelief and a second later smiled salutely at Tara. He turned on the incandescent light on his phone and pointed it towards Tara so that he could be seen.

"Yes, sweet girl in the stands, COME ON DOWN!" the room again boisterously filled with the screams and shouts of the men who were amazed by Tara's bravery.

"Come on Dave, accompany me," Tara took a step further. A handclap blared as Tara stepped past the people from her place.

"That's my girl," Dave wet his lips and followed Tara to the challenge.

***

"We'll see how this chick could handle it" said someone from two tables beside him.

Tara was the only female fighter that night. Before this table was laid out, there was a curly-haired and boho-style lady rising onto the stage. However, as the table began to be arranged, he waved a white flag. Remaining the furthest away from his desk was a thin bald man whose body had been stoned almost 80% with permanent ink.

Following him a man who Tara thought he was still a corn because his height was too small, he stood or sat no different. Next to Tara, a man with an extra stocky body and wearing sunglasses holding both sides of the table using his hands, Tara waited for when the table would be thrown to see the horses the man mounted described so. The last man on the far left, a mediocre man replaced the figure of a woman who retreated before the war. From the beginning blinked at Tara flirtatiously.

Tara exhaled and tied her hair high. He folded his sleeves up to his elbows and looked at the row of forbidden drinks in front of his eyes. During this time the record furthest only strong up to half seloki Vodca. To propose The Dalmore 62, he had to emphasize Absinthe.

Of course for the winner, they will bring a bottle of Wishkey worth Rp 300,000,000. But for the losers, they have to bear the price of each sloki that almost touches the number 5. Tara thought about retreating but Dave whispered, "On me." He will pay the payout if Tara loses.

"We start with the first glass..ready, start!"

***

2 pints of beer, champagne, Bayley's (a variant of rum), gin, wine, rum, brandy, tequila. The girl's face was already flushed and stoned. Dave, who turns into Tara's locker as he holds Tara's knit bag and cardigan in his hand, barely wants to pull her out of the arena but her steps come to a halt when the girl lifts her second Vodca glass. And drink it in one gulp.

The room had long since stopped boisterously with all the visitors. Each glass that was swiped by participants who disappeared into their digestive system was in harmony with sucking the ability of everyone in the room in sound. Only music deliberately installed with tense tones from the sound mixer that fills the empty background.

There was only Tara and a small man left. Everyone started placing bets in silence. He himself did not know to what extent the woman's ability to drink, he was anxious. It was enough for Tara to get to one glass of Absinthe alone, he thought.

The small man raised his green glass and gulped it down and coughed. Tara glanced at the origin of the voice while propping up her chin. It is not far from Tara. His eyes began to turn red and seemed unable to sit in balance in his chair. The man held onto the end of the table to gain defensive strength in his position. The other three participants were just looking

"One last glass for Andy and two last glasses for Miss Tara" the MCs announced for the entire room that was actually also listening to the fight. "Are you giving up, miss?" The MC who initially sounded drunk, watching this match actually eliminated the influence and became vigilant.

"HMU?!" Tara responded and looked towards the MC. He lifted the glass filled with green liquid high with his hands that did not support his head. "OF COURSE NOT!"

The first Absinthe glass smoothly went down his throat. Tara put the sloki down hard and groaned indistinctly as it tasted an incredible burning taste. He leaned his body and his head back. For a moment he did not move. Some of the women in the room covered their mouths with their hands in worry. Tara is like their representative and they hope that Tara will not give up even if they are not so concerned with the effects of alcohol on the girl's body.

Slowly, Tara's hand was lifted into the air and she started wriggling and laughing in her chair. All the women in the room screamed to encourage Tara. Even his 3 competitors clapped their hands, salute, fun and relief.

"CAN I HAVE SOME WATER?" shout Tara. "WHITE WATER!"

After the MC had a little chat with someone in the backstage, he finally brought two bottles of mineral water. One for Tara and one for Andy who is weighing up to drink his last glass. When she realized that a bottle of water was in front of her, Tara immediately opened and emphasized the contents. Then at the speed of light, Tara snatched her last glass, gulped it down the toilet and turned the sloki over her head, a sign that it was finished.

"I WON!" he shouted again and the entire room clapped, shouting.

Tara's movements were completely unpredictable until they only saw a bottle of mineral water and all the glasses on Tara's table were empty. Tara's name blared throughout the room and was non-stop. Tara simply raised her hand with two thumbs sticking out like a challenge.

***

Dave carries a heavily intoxicated Tara to his car, a valet officer puts things into the back seat, including the box The Dalmore 62 Tara manages to carry, and the, opens the door so Dave can get Tara in and he tips the valet officer. Dave walked towards the driver's side. Turned on the car engine and then he saw Tara who raved indistinctly in his chair.

He wears Tara's seat belt. When he realized the belt was too tight, he swallowed his own saliva because he saw the woman's chest so clearly poking. Dave exhaled his breath to release the tension even though it did not help at all. He drove his car. He also felt

a little dizzy because of the alcohol he also gulped.

"Am I not attractive enough, huh?" suddenly the woman asked.

"You're just pretty drunk, Tara," answered Dave who wasn't sure if the woman heard the answer.

"No, I was drunk, hahaha," Tara flicked her hand. "Why don't you get drunk, huh? Gravely. Dare not put those glasses on. Huh, suck."

"You better get some sleep, I'll wake up when I get there" he suggested as he continued to focus his mind on the wheel.

"What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong." Tara said many times. "Which part is wrong? I'm not sexy, am I?"

Dave glanced at Tara who was shaking her body on the chair. He still has to focus on driving when he is also drunk and the body of the woman next to him is very tempting. Ah, it's heavy! Many times Dave soaked his dry throat.

"You chose to sleep with her instead of sticking with me, you idiot," then the vows flowed smoothly from her lips.

"I, I accept your flaws when your face is no good-looking, you're ugly!" grunts Tara while propping her head with her hands spread to the window.

Dave decides to just shut up and listen to Tara who starts like a broken tape.

"I'm tired of just calling you and you're not coming, you know! You're stupid," he said. "Go ahead, your promise, your promise, your promise, and then ask for bleaching. You think I'm your washerman? YOU MORON!"

"ALL MEN ARE THE SAME IN THIS WORLD, WHAT MAKES YOU DIFFERENT...? Huh, no," Tara's laughter broke into tears laughing at silly things.

Dave reduced the speed of the car and pulled it over, "Actually who are you talking about?"

"Huh?" next to Tara's eyebrows raised and glanced at her. "You guys. YOU GUYS. KA-LI-AN! You're men, just men..." Tara chuckled while repeating your words as if there was only that word on her dictionary.

Dave looked at Tara, looking at every curve of the girl's body. Eyes shiny.

Suddenly Tara pulled both of her shirt collars so that she could smell the smell of alcohol sharper than her mouth. "The man is shameless, it is very difficult to manage" he said sharply.

"Hard-headed and unruly!" Tara stroked her cheeks then patted her gently until the intensity increased. Dave was already unable to control his emotions, the distance that was getting closer seemed to challenge him to eliminate the distance between them.

"You can't manage me, Tara," Dave said seriously.

"Why?" both of Tara's eyes that I looked at tried to focus on looking at Dave.

"Because I am your master," he pressed.

"You are... what?" Tara laughed as if it was the funniest thing she heard.

"Your master," Dave put a kiss on the girl's lips. He ignored Tara's surprised response. The girl's hands were trying to help her escape from her clutches.

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