IN THE CAGE

63. STRANGER

...NORMAL pov...

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"I'm trying, Evan. What did you expect? I told you this mission wasn't easy. Margaret Hunter is not a woman I can make speak to in just one blink of an eye!! Do you realize how dangerous he is?"

While talking on the phone, Anggara entered the Leviathan with a frown that was clinging back in annoyance. His eyes stared savagely at the people who glanced at him. The anger caused by always being pressured by Evan to find out what the Hunter family is doing makes Anggara very frustrated.

He could have tied Margaret up on the bench and strangled the woman until it was blue and the information would not have leaked at all because Margaret Hunter was Margaret Hunter. She's not a woman who melts like a candle.

"Damn it!" Anggara turns off the phone when again Evan attacks his weakness about Indira.

"Did he think I didn't care about my own brother, that son of a bitch?" Anggara suppressed his anger before continuing to move to a curse place that he hated later but still visited.

Leviathan, a nest for party and music lovers who care for the ears. Anggara has been dead this place in just a few visits, has met with some people who he cracked his nose due to aggravation. Anggara-in some time-had managed to build a reputation as an untouchable handsome guy at the club that night.

He rejected every woman and even the man who tried to get close to him, fighting with people who crossed his line. He just came, sat down and drank a glass of margarita. In case he was lucky, he would meet his main target-Margareth. But otherwise, he would have gone home with piled up resentment.

Tonight, who knows what he'll get in Leviathan.

Anggara took a deep breath before crossing the dance floor filled with the scent of parfumes, alcohol and sweat. Every now and then women accidentally hit it - or on purpose? Who knows, and when their eyes meet the eyes of the seductive Anggara-the intention shrinks down to the big toe. Their fear is stronger than their overflowing passion.

Danger-is the aura that Anggara shows to anyone who meets him.

Until finally, the sharp hindering eyes fell on a person who looked very unusual.

That's Vera.

He sat facing the bar, chugging a beer from his bottle. Is he not sane?

Aggara - with her interest in Vera's oddities - approached and greeted the semi-conscious girl. Vera teler, of course.

"Hey..." Anggara greeted Vera with his index finger that pierced the girl's arm. Vera raised her drooping head and put on a big smile at whatever it was that greeted her. Vera's view is foggy.

"Are you not working?" judging from the appearance of Vera who was only wearing hotpants and oversized black t-shirts, the girl must be on her off days.

"You who?" ask Vera. When drunk, it is customary for Vera to speak with spoiled intonation. Anggara did not know that fact so he looked at Vera rather stiffly and hesitantly.

"You've been so stoned." Anggara sighed. It's only eight o'clock now but Vera has lost half her sanity. "Are you always like this when you're not working?"

"Not a lot of nonsense." Vera snorted and pushed Anggara's shoulder with her index finger. "Don't get too close. I already have a boyfriend."

"Huh, what do you mean the blue head?" Anggara became reminded of the man he met with Vera some time ago. The man in the blue light who asks for Vera's money to fulfill her pleasure. Such a relationship is ridiculous in the eyes of Anggara, but he does not want to interfere.

"You know Alle? Oh, are you Alle??? Damn, I don't have any money right now. Go!"

"I'm so far away from that son of a bitch, you moron." Aggara knew Vera was drunk, but somehow she still responded to every fool of the girl. He even pulled out an empty bench next to Vera and ordered a glass of martini for himself.

"Right, you're definitely not Alle." Vera's voice turned upset. "Alle can't be here. He was in another corner of the country, holding hands with his new wife and eating caviar on a ship. Hahahahahaha, that bastard proposed to his wife with my money. YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!! YOU SPENT MY SALARY ON ANOTHER WOMAN!!!"

The bartender was aghast at Vera's sudden scream. Assuming the same, he gulped and spontaneously glanced at the left right. No, it's not her. He just happened to be next to Vera. He's not the guy Vera was talking about.

"Hey, a stranger..." Vera turned towards Anggara and pulled the silver tie that encircled the man's neck. "Do you think it's my fault that I-I work? I became a bodyguard, I worked day and night just so I wouldn't be someone else's burden, but cf. Huh, Alle said I was too independent? He prefers women who whine at his feet. That stupid bastard!!!"

"And do you know?" Vera tilts her head. Wondering if this stranger just comforted her with nonsense or really thought of her as special?

"I'll know if you let me know."

"You teasing me?" Vera chuckles.

"That would mean as a temptation if you were tempted."

Vera squinted her eyes, trying to clearly see the faint figure beside her. But, no matter how sharp he squinted his eyes or how much effort fumbled Anggara's face, he still could not remember who was now pulling his chair closer. Their distance was trimmed and Vera could sniff out the expensive perfume lingering in the man's suit.

The aroma is quite familiar actually.

"Do I know you?" Vera sniffed Anggara's neck, not knowing at all that his actions just now were like lighting a fire that would devour him completely.

"Do you really not know me?" Anggara pulled Vera's waist, reached for the girl to lean against her chest.

"I'm Anggara" Anggara said at last. Introducing himself to the girl who was now looking at him in confusion.

"Eeii, lie. Mr. Angga is impossible..."

"Can't be what?"

"Talking to me?" Vera answered Anggara with a shoulder end. "Stop confessing. Mr. Anggara..., he's a top man, okay?"

"No."

"Cih, you moron. See, right? This is your main difference with Mr. Anggara." Vera snatched Anggara's martini from the table and sipped it out in one gulp. Anggara hurriedly snatched the glass.

"You're so drunk, Vera. I'll order you a cab." Anggara sighed. His teasing session with the drunk girl had already been spoiled. Also, given Vera's whereabouts here, it meant that Margaret would not come. No employee on this earth will spend his day off in the same place as his boss. Vera too...

"Wait, why are we going home?" Jemari Vera holding on to Anggara's neck. "I thought you came to tease me..hehehehe." Vera's faint laughter fell near Anggara's ear. He was writhing around the man's neck, holding him like a child who would not escape his mother.

"Don't waste my time..." Vera again teases the stranger she thinks she will forget tomorrow.

"You're drunk" Anggara said, holding himself back from pressing Vera on his waist. The girl's breath was hot on her skin and she knew it wouldn't last long if Vera continued to provoke her.

"Well, I'm quite aware of what I want now..., what about you?"

"Vera, you'll be sorry."

"Make me sorry then."

Shit, shit, shit.

"It's just a one night stand, don't be a coward! You've been teasing me, now responsibility!!!" Vera's voice returned spoiled.

"Alright," Anggara gave up and his smile was instantly blurred. He grabbed Vera's waist and pressed the girl tightly against her waist. "I hope you don't regret inviting me to your game."

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