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[ Chapter 1 ]
It was a stormy night in the busy metropolitan city of Bangkok. As he attended his last patient -- diagnosed as mentally unstable -- this young and handsome psychiatrist was too tired to drive home, yet. So he made a decision to take a little walk, he needs some fresh air after talking to almost twelve people with mental problems .. some was even about their sex problem. God, he swear he was going to turn like them one day later. It was 12.16 AM, it was certainly too late for a fresh air but hey, he don't really give a damn. Too annoyed with his line of work. How the hell can people have so much personal problems i.e sex?!?! He grabbed his coat, put on his hat and of course his shades -- got to hide those panda eyes he had due to the lack of sleep.
The rain wasn't really dropping down on him. It seems like it was crashing down around him. Maybe he should try hanging out at a bar first, before the rain gets heavier. True to what he had predicted, it got heavier. As he tried to search for any bar which was open during those wee hours, one really caught his attention -- Hotties Alert. What the hell? That's one funny name for a bar. He ran as quick as he could, using his briefcase as a temporary umbrella and within seconds he was now in the bar. Ah .. shoot! This is truly not MY TYPE of relaxing, he told himself. He was expecting a less noisy ones, where you can just sit and order a beer and have some fries to take your time away. But it was a total opposite here; loud music, full of people drunk-ing themselves to death and of course poles everywhere. He wanted to turn back but the rain was so heavy he could hardy see the building where his office was once situated there.Oh wells, this should do the job for now.
He took the seat nearest to the door. Not wanting to bump into any of those drunk customers; worried he might get himself into trouble. It was kinda hot in the bar, the heater was on he guess. Not that it was bad. He took of his half-soaked coat and put it on one of the empty chair at his table. He was approached by a waitress as he wanted to take off his hat. She was certainly a fine,young lady. Very beautiful and did he mentioned how hot she was? She totally live up the name of the bar -- Hotties Alert. But she's not really his cup of tea. He's more into those whose educated and sophisicated type; or so that's what he used to think before.
"Erm, can get I get you anything handsome man?"
Startled. He just kept quiet.
"H-E-L-L-O?? Don't get all high just because I called you handsome .. you see that fat guy there?Yeah, the one eating those burgers like a pig .. I called him handsome too .."
"N-No .. it's just that .. i got problem with girls like you .."
"Problem??You don't judge me if you don't even know me yet!" She yelled.
"Geez, you're really rude. Get me other waitress please, better still .. a waiter!" Rome was pissed. Maybe they didn't realized that their volume were just a lil too loud. All eyes were on them now.
"Nah-ah! I came to this table first so I should be serving you!"
"Hey, it's up to me whether who I want to be "served"! So butt off!"
"I own this damn place, so its either you apologize or get the hell out of my territory!" Shouted the young woman.
"Fine!"
Not wanting to cause a commotion. He grab his coat, wore his hat and took his briefcase. As he wanted to step out of the door, he saw the noticeboard with some notes pinned on it. One was extra interesting. It stated;
For Sale: One heart; horrible condition. will take anything for it. PLEASE. just cut it out and end this suffering.
- Rita
He took that particular note and shouted, "Who's Rita?"
It was that familiar voice which answered his question. "Me."
"Chase everyone out now and pack your belongings!"
"Why? It's MY bar, now you get the hell out of this place!"
"No!"
"Urghhh .. why!?!?!"
"Cause .. I'm the owner of your heart now. I just bought your heart and I OWN IT!"
