When Timmy opened his eyes, only darkness greeted him. 

He didn't know how long he laid on bed and stayed asleep. If not with the stomach growling in hunger, perhaps his eyes would not think of opening it.

Timmy felt his body. He moved slowly and carefully to know his body condition, and he gasped and cursed when a sharp pain relapsed from his anus.

If he could just lay down forever, his body wouldn't be able to move.

He forced himself to sit and tried his best to get used to the pain. He couldn't be fragile. He couldn't stay at home all day because of what happened. Since it happened already, he believed that there's no use blaming himself and felt dejected.

He could live just like before. He could live and do the things he had planned for himself while continued

searching for his childhood friend.

Just like what he said last night, he could just forget it as if nothing happened.

"It was only a nightmare." Timmy whispered as he looked up at the ceiling, enduring the pain from his pathetic butt and controlling his tears back in his almond-shaped brown eyes. "Timmy, be strong. We can't fall."

As he was zoning out on bed for more than fifteen minutes, Timmy jolted slightly when his phone on the bedside table vibrated loudly.

He stretched out his hand pitifully to grab the phone. His face distorted as he answered the call. "He-hello, Bro-brother Anthon? Is there... some problem?"

The person on the other end of the phone spoke straightforwardly. His voice was low but there's a hint of anger in his tone. "Where are you? Don't you want your work anymore?" 

"No! No! I need it! I need it very much!" Timmy was startled. He abruptly hopped off the bed only to groan in pain as his legs limp down feebly.

"We need more people tonight—" Anthon paused as he noticed the abnormality of Timmy's voice. "You're ill?"

"No, I'm fine. I just caught a little cold." 

"Then be here in fifteen minutes!" Anthon's voice raised up again. "Or else, a second late and you will be fired! Are we clear?"

"Yes." Anthon sniffed bitterly. His voice trembled like he wanted to cry. "Don't worry Brother Anthon. I won't be late."

"Good!"

Feeling  sorrowful and flimsy, Timmy went to the bathroom with his hands supported by the wall. When he saw his reflection in the mirror, his eyes couldn't but teared up. Since he needed to rush to the bar, he didn't have time to feel sorry for himself. He instantly sprinkled his entire face with lukewarm water and brushed his teeth.

Afterwards, he took a quick bath which couldn't be considered bathing as he only cleansed the last night's residue.

Subsequently, wearing light red polo and blue jeans, he hopped on a taxi for a usually fifteen minutes walk to the bar. When he arrived at the bar, his colleague met him hurriedly right in the doorway. "What took you so late? There's so many VIP's tonight. We're short of hands. Hurry, Brother Anthon is in a bad mood right now."

Timmy hung his head low. He didn't wish others to see his pain through his eyes so he could only hide his face. Of course, he couldn't tell them exactly what he experienced overnight. It was disgraceful, though, he didn't desire it. "I— I overslept. I, I'm sorry."

"Oh come on man, you really— okay, hurry and go straight to Brother Anthon's private room."

Timmy halted and slightly gave the speaker a glance. He neither talked nor blinked his eyes to imply his confusion.

The young colleague put a hand on his shoulder and tapped it. "Don't worry, no matter how Brother Anthon wants to fire you tonight, we sure he can't for now. So, take this opportunity to redeem your mistake."

"What is here tonight?" Timmy  confusedly looked around. "There's quite twice the number of people than last night."

"You're right. Tonight is our Lady Boss's birthday and she has so many guests who arrived in our bar. They are using the entire bar to celebrate her birthday. Everyone was welcome, but not everything is free for uninvited guests. Of course, it's business."

Timmy nodded. He was convinced that the night was unusual as he could see plenty of familiar faces and big figures whether businessmen or ordinary rich and pleasure seeker customers chatting and drinking in the place in groups.

There were also several bouquets of red roses tied in the designated places for luxury and beauty. There was a tall cake in the center, and many birthday decorations were needed all over the place. Mouth-watering foods were also served on all tables for a feast. 

The lights had some spectacular charm. It added some physical beauty to every guest and a sense of freedom and tranquility that they never found to the other well known bars.

On the dance floor, people were wiggling their bodies badly like drunkards. Sometimes they drummed their heads like a rattle drum and danced like no tomorrow along with other enthusiastic people.

"Thank you. I will go to Brother Anthon right now." Timmy slightly bowed down to give his regard to the man. Then, he sauntered towards the private room through the other entrance/exit hallway.

"Alright." The man took a deep breath before looking at him. "Don't think too much. Just wait for Brother Anthon to give his instructions." The young man removed his hand swiftly suddenly, leaving Timmy confused and unaware.

Timmy frowned. "What's wrong? Why did you remove your hand?"

The young man shrunk away immediately and stepped back. He didn't say a thing before avoiding the other to approach him and fled towards the counter to work.

Timmy pouted and shook his head with a displeased frown. "I— am I scary?"

"Don't dilly dally here! Your service is booked upstairs." Anthon's discontented voice was heard suddenly in front of him.

"Booked upstairs?" Timmy's brows knitted as he looked up at Anthon slightly. "I'm not an escort!"

"You don't have the right to refuse!" Anthon glared at him. Then he suddenly paused and examined Timmy up and down, expressionlessly adding, "Hmm, well, you do look like the person he wanted. Go and please the guest. He is a big fish. You can't mess it up."

Timmy was on the verge of tears. He couldn't believe Brother Anthon would do and say such a thing so simply. He stared Anthon's eyes sternly and enunciated each of his words. "I. TOLD. YOU. I'M. NOT. AN.ESCORT!"