The Last Chance's

The nineteenth part

It was morning, and aching immediately swarmed Anggi's body as soon as he opened his eyes slowly. The sheen of sunlight that penetrated the curtains of the room made Anggi aware that now he had to get up and clean up. Even though it's a weekend, it doesn't mean he can skimp on a full day's bed without doing anything useful. At the very least, he had to get up quickly and make a bowl of warm soup that might be able to eliminate the sense of influence he was suffering at this time. 

Anggi recalled, if yesterday he drank too much alcohol and made his body end up like a board this morning. So tense, and ready to break, suppose he is not careful to move his muscles. 

He also recalled that yesterday he let Damar hug his body and take him out of the nightclub. Only, after that he slept and was unconscious again until he finally woke up this morning. 

"Ah...., why am I?! Very bummer!" rutuk Anggi was annoyed, increasingly buried his face on the pillow, and inhaled the aroma that emanated from the object deeply. 

Aware of something, Anggi soon got up from his sleeping position - as if his body was doing fine - and stared at the horror of the bed he was currently sitting on. 

Waita minute…. Thought Anggi panicked, then looked around the room which was the room of the person. 

"This is not my room!" pekik Anggi directly, jumped down from the bed and stared in horror at the bed sheet that was involved so messy. 

There are two pillows on the bed, and there are signs that both sides of the bed were used by two people. 

Wh who? 

If one side of the bed is occupied by him, then one more who? 

"Are you awake?"

Anggi who still guessed loudly who about the people he actually met before fainting, was surprised when the door of the room opened and displayed the figure of Damar who brought a tray of food into it. 

"Again, dear…." Saya man is sweet, smiling very widely, to make Anggi feel afraid and take a few steps back. 

"L-lo…!" tuding Anggi was trembling, with his back already attached to the walls of the room that was creamy. 

"Well-why are you here? And... and why am I here too? I mean, this isn't my room! And obviously this is not one of the rooms in my apartment. This where? And why am I in this place?!" asked Anggi Long, with a panicked tone of voice mixed with emotion, to Damar who just silently looked at his face with a flat, illegible look. 

"This is my apartment. And I brought you here." Said the man coldly, returning with his bad grammar, typical of a jerk man who did not have a gentle nature in his heart. 

"Huh?! Lo's apartment?!" screeched Anggi once again, paying a glance at the masculine-scented room and snorting. 

Is correct…. He should have realized, if since waking up from sleep earlier, he seemed to know the aroma that floated around his body. The smell he used to smell every day, and could barely sleep if he didn't smell it at night. 

"Last night you were drunk. I'm just-"

"No, you shouldn't take me to your apartment like this." Sela Anggi was quick, looking very angry, when she found herself wearing only underwear - meaning still layered in a tanktop as well as rubber shorts - on her body. 

He quickly searched where his clothes were and grabbed them as soon as he saw them hanging on a small shelf in the room. 

"Gue didn't know why you could think of bringing me here instead of taking me to the apartment. What in your eyes, I'm the same as the girls you often bring nginep in this place?" oceh Anggi put on his clothes, with a position to turn his back to Damar who was still standing holding a tray. 

"I'd be cheap, but at least I'm not cheaper than the other girls."

"Relin!"

Anggi turned his body quickly, staring furiously at Damar who also looked annoyed looking at him. 

Now, with clothes perfectly attached to her body - though not so neat - Anggi walks up to Damar who is still breathing out of emotion. 

"For whatever reason, I prefer to be abandoned on the streets, rather than taken home with a guy like you! Whatever, people want to consider me a bum cake, because it's been lying on the side of the road, at least I don't have to be touched by people like you!" pointing Anggi haughty, suddenly made Damar feel angry and put his tray on the bed. 

"My kayak? What kind of person is I? Fuckin' ass?" dengus Damar was on his waist, facing a very close distance to his ex-wife. They are like the middle of a war of nerves, which the two seem to not accept with each other's words. 

"sickhead? Hmph! I feel like that word is too good for you." Anggi's ejek later, further made Damar angry and wanted to poach the woman if he could. 

"What's? Lo say-"

"If there's anything worse than the word jerk, it's elo!" accused Anggi interjected, pointing to Damar's chest hard, until pushed slightly back. 

For a moment, Damar tried to hold back his anger. He gripped the handle of the tray tightly, until the tray shook violently. 

While Anggi, seeing Damar as silenced, his breathing is fed up, and intends to leave the man's apartment. 

However, had not been able to get out, Damar who felt he could not hold back his emotions anymore, immediately threw the tray on the floor, and turned to chase after Anggi who had reached the door of the room to get out. 

Taps! 

As his wrist was captured, Anggi reflexively turned around and stared exasperatedly at Damar. 

"Lo?! Whatan, anyway?!"

Just about to protest, Anggi's body which is quite large was immediately floated in the air, with a sturdy arm Damar holding his waist. 

"HEW! WHAT DO YOU WANT, ASSHOLE! LOWER ME! HEH! LOWER ME!"

Seriate….