CHAPTER 2
Rainy Night
It had rained frequently for the past few day, it was just another rainy night. It was 8 PM and there was Anton, waiting by the bar counter, looked through the windows. It was quite an atmosphere, the soft, slow-tempo jazz music were being played, accompanied by the sounds of rain outside there, with some small thunder sounds. He stared outside, pondered, reminisced about his past which he wished he could just forget. Someone ordered a drink, and he stopped reminiscing.
Two hours passed, he went to the storage room to get something to restock the bar counter ingredients. The memories reappeared as he picked up some bottles of alcohols, he just distracted himself away from the memories. Done with the restocking, he took a quick smoking break in the kitchen area. He was a bit stressed since the rain reminded him things that changed him, the reason why he became cold.
He sighed almost each time he puffed the smokes out from his mouth, the sounds of sadness and frustration. He stared at the ceiling, and held his cross necklace, hoped he could stay calm. His body felt a bit colder despite the fact he wore a coat, he felt cold because he was sad, his soul was awry and crying inside there. The night continued with him being depressed, but showed no emotion about it.
His shift has finished, and he returned back to his apartment room. Opened a bottle of beer, he sat by the chair and table which located near the window. He lit his cigarette, and smoked. The beer bottle was being held by him, he just drank straightly from the bottle after a depressing night. He felt the rush inside his body with the warmth of the beer, and he continued his smoking. Stared out the window, a quick flashback appeared before him, an event that happened long time ago when he was still little.
It happened 20 years ago, he remembered clearly one of his past, it was a thundering rainy night, his father came home drunk and beaten him up like a punching bag and attacked him verbally by some disgusting and vile insults. He remembered one of the night where his father punched him hard enough until he coughed out blood just because he accidentally broke a plate, the image of his drunk father kept appearing in his mind. Snapped out of it, he shook his head and quickly drank his beer again, finishing it quickly, he stubbed his cigar as it finished. He stood up, went straight to bed, and cried himself to sleep.