The Last Chance's

Part twenty three

That night, Anggi came out of his house to look for Damar. After the incident last afternoon, he decided to go out secretly to meet a lover of hearts who he said was going to a cafe with his campus friends. 

In the midst of the weather that increasingly looks dark because of cloudy clouds that hang, Anggi resisted the wind that sent cold to his body. Because of the rush, Anggi did not have time to bring a jacket from his home to cover his thin body which is currently only wearing a shabby skinny jeans and a thin T-shirt. 

Repeatedly Anggi tried to contact Damar's cell phone, but was not picked up by the owner. Wanting to enter, but reluctant for fear of meeting with friends Damar that might make him feel awkward. 

As a result, inevitably Anggi was forced to wait for Damar outside the cafe, until finally Damar came out with a slightly wheezing breath. 

"Honey," called Damar panting, immediately smiling when he saw Anggi turning his body which was staring at the road. 

"Sister Damar,"

Just like the lover, Anggi who saw the face of Damar was immediately happy and hugged the waist of the man who was older than one year. 

"Why do you look at me? Until I have to go out gini nights…. Kangen, what's the matter?" goda Damar snuck Anggi's nose at a glance which seemed to only put on a sullen look. 

"I want to say something to you." Swishing Anggi then, changed expression to sad. 

"I…."

The sudden sound of lightning struck, until the sudden rain made Anggi speech cut off. Damar who felt shocked, reflexively pulled the woman's arm away, heading to a car parked in the cafe courtyard. 

"Duh, try again…." Damar's complaint cursed, staring nanar towards the night sky that increasingly felt so dark. 

Looks like rain will be pouring down on the city all night. 

"Darling, didn't you bring a jacket? You're cold, aren't you?" asked Damar impressed worriedly, to Anggi who just stared sadly at him while hugging his own body that was slightly wet. 

Not answering, Damar seemed to know that the woman was only wearing clothes attached to her body. Make him a little aware, release the jacket worn to wrap Anggi's body. 

"That's so nice of you," praised Anggi quietly, sounding like a whisper when Damar began to put the leather jacket on him. 

Just smiling, Damar re-fitted his gift jacket to feel warm in Anggi's body. 

"So...what are you saying?" damar asked back in his original position, staring at the intense Anggi who was also staring at his face deeply without blinking. 

"I'm…"

"Wait!"

The cup! 

Anggi blinked his eyes foolishly, when without warning Damar approached and kissed his lips at a glance. 

"You're so sweet, anyway…. So I wanted to kiss," said Damar laughing, touching Anggi's cheek and rubbing it. 

For a moment, the two looked at each other, until finally Anggi joined in smiling and grabbed Damar's hand from his cheek to grasp. 

Ja…. Brother Damar will definitely take responsibility. Inner Anggi strengthened, closed his eyes confidently, after a while ago had hesitated with his decision to meet the man. 

"Sister," called Anggi open his eyes, looking at Damar who was still staring at him with both eyebrows raised. 

"I'm pregnant."

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Shit!

Damar slammed the leather jacket he had brought onto the floor with a very angry feeling. His two hands crossed each other's waists, with hunting breaths unfailing. 

His mind is in a rage. Panic dominated Damar's heart at this moment as he began to pacing the floor of his home room. 

Clenching his hands, Damar tried to find a way to pass from the problems that suddenly came to his head. 

"I'm pregnant."

Huh huh? Why can you, try it? Thought Damar groaned, remembering Anggi's words some time ago when they were both still in Damar's car. 

Okay, actually, Damar knows that a woman can get pregnant because of the conception of a man. Only, the problem is, why can Anggi get pregnant? Isn't it usual after doing that, he always gives Anggi a pregnancy-preventing drug? So, why did she get pregnant, anyway?! 

Suddenly, Damar's head felt so full. It felt like it wanted to explode, making the man sit on the bed and squeeze his hair in frustration. 

Maybe it wasn't his son, was it? 

"ah! No! No! That must be my son. She's not the kind of girl who gets along easily with other guys." Damar's interruption to himself, when his brain began to think deviated about Anggi who might be pregnant with children from other men. 

At the thought, Damar again grabbed his own hair like a depressed person, with a mouth that continues to mutter. 

"Where? How's it? What should I do? What should I do…."

Damar was very irresponsible. 

Earlier, in front of Anggi, she tried to look happy and grateful because of the news of the pregnancy. Although it felt like a storm had occurred, Damar still tried his hardest to look calm, like a man who was ready to take responsibility for the woman he loved. 

And should Damar make a confession about his true feelings for Anggi? 

Damar never loved Anggi.

Well, that's cruel. It's just, that's the truth. Anggi was not the first woman to ever enjoy a world paradise with Damar. There are many other women out there, who Damar must have brought to his bed. Only, none of them came to sue Damar, because of Damar's intelligence when associating with them. Either Damar is lucky, or the women who are also just looking for pleasure as Damar always does. 

But now..., Anggi? 

Oh my…. Why should it be that girl, anyway? Although Anggi looks beautiful and also sweet, he is just a spoiled child which of course will only make Damar feel dizzy with his whining at all times. Moreover, Damar is also still in college, which means that he is too young for the name of a marriage bond. 

What will it be, his marriage to that woman? Before being happy, his father would certainly cross the name of Damar from the family card list, until it was discovered he had impregnated the children of people out there. 

Pimply. 

This is really bad! Inner Damar increasingly looks depressed, even to the point of not being aware that the door of his room is open and displays someone. 

"The room!" call the person a little hard, which seems so surprised by the high practice of Damar pulling his own hair. 

Realizing from his daydream, Damar gasped up and looked at the person's face with a look of surprise that he could not cover. 

"Mama,"

It turned out that the middle-aged woman was Damar's mother. The person who always spoils him, defends him and protects him if he is hit by a problem. 

"You why? How do people feel stressed?"

Attention as usual, his mother Damar frowned to see the disheveled face of his son who was like a person hit by a problem. 

"Engh…. Naw. Damar is not papa." The law of Damar covers, by upholding his body which initially looks a little down. 

"No papa? Masa'?" asked his mother suspiciously, lowering next to his eyebrows. 

But the basic, Damar who always tells all his problems to the mother, is not able to hold back his anxiety alone. Although he knew this time his mother would definitely be furious, at least the woman had always managed to help Damar get away with the trouble. Maybe, this time he will also find a way out, related to the problem of Anggi who is currently pregnant with her child. 

"You want to tell Mama?" 

As if he understood, Damar's mother touched Damar's shoulder and increasingly saw the turmoil on his son's handsome face. 

"Eum.. that…."

"Yes, Mama's guess. You must be causing trouble again,"

Sighing deeply, Damar's mother sat down next to her son on the bed, and patted him on the back at a glance. 

"When you came home, Mama noticed all your thoughts. And Mama guess, you must have done it again out there. Ordinary kayak. And uh.. it turns out, right! Damar…. Damar…." His mother complained, shaking her head dizzy and throbbing. 

"What else is this time? The collision? Stumpy? Or destroy people's businesses?" related to his mother Damar, watching his son's face was clingy, which increasingly looks like a frightened person. 

"Engh…. Anu, Ma…. Damar…."

Damar who was nervous, spoke in a broken tone. He blinked his eyes a few times, like he was thinking of the right words to describe the problem. 

"That's…. Damar! Notwithstanding. That.., Damar meant, Damar ever…. Anu's…. That's…."

"What the hell, Damar! That's obvious, dong! Don't cut it up! Mama doesn't know what you're talking about!" his mother jolted, looking at Damar who was like a fool in his eyes. 

Surprisingly, usually his son is very smart in words and describes every new incident he experienced. But why does he look so annoying this time? Just got into a fight until his head got into trouble, or what the hell, this kid? Just raise the emotion. 

"Why are you? What's your problem this time? Same story Mama, let Mama help you finish it. Whahuh? Whahuh? You hit another guy's kid? Or hit someone's kid? Do they not want to make peace with you? Is the money you love not enough, make them quiet and do not need to extend this problem again? Da? Who, anyway?! Need Mama to go to her house, let's run?" oceh Damar's mother was upset, who was already fiery to see the look of Damar paled. 

Thought the boy, did he really have to tell this matter to his mother? Could it be that her mother would help? How, he got scared, huh?

"The room!"

"Yes?"

Surprised, Damar who heard his mother's screeches turned his head with his wide eyes. He panicked, until cold sweat poured out of his forehead that already felt heavy. 

"What's? Tell Mama."

Seriate….