The Last Chance's

Section thirty nine

Anggi, who was still upset, finally arrived at the ground floor of the building where he worked. With his emotions still burning, he walked towards the exit of the building, in search of some fresh air. 

As he was about to pass through the door, his shoulder accidentally collided with someone about to enter. 

Bugh! 

"Oops, sory," said Anggi reflex, was about to leave immediately to leave the person who had come into contact with him just now. 

However, instead of letting Anggi go, the woman's arm was instead held up by the person behind her. 

"Wait!" exclaim the person, make Anggi turn.

For a while, Anggi and the man - who turns out to be a man - stare at each other. Until finally the man realized, after previously scrunched his forehead a little faintly see Anggi. 

"You... Anggi, right?" point the person to Anggi, who suddenly makes Anggi raise his eyebrows do not understand. 

Who is this guy? Thought Anggi, who was clearly visible on his face that he seemed to be unfamiliar with the person before him. 

"Hey, I'm Marcell! You'd forgotten? I'm going to college your sister first. Arkan! Remember?" said the man excitedly, still holding down next to Anggi's arm as if he had forgotten to keep his hand away from there. 

Seeming a little hard thinking, Anggi tried to remember the face of the story of the person in front of him, before finally he remembered one name. 

Ah, yes. Marcell. He thought, suddenly putting on a flat face staring at the man. 

Instead of feeling happy because he met an old friend, Anggi even looks so lazy that he unconsciously rolled his eyes and clucked. 

For God's sake, not yet finished his business with Damar, now he is actually faced with a man who has always been a thorn in his marriage with Damar first. Instead of disappearing like a bubble, why would the man even appear before him like this, anyway? 

It's really fucking like Anggi's life. 

"A long time no see. What are you doing here?" asked the man in spirit, for some reason switched to holding the palm of Anggi's hand that he had just held. 

Simultaneously, Damar who was not satisfied talking to Anggi arrived behind the man named Marcell and saw what made him even more upset. 

Ooh, God! Who else is this guy? Thought Damar heavily, snorting in the other direction while putting both of his hands on his waist. 

Meanwhile, Anggi who felt not so close to Marcell - especially what happened in the past because of the man - just looked at the face of European descent was fierce. 

"Get my hands off!" anggi's orders were flat, yet full of an aura of hostility and made the man named Marcell blink several times. 

Wait, as he remembered Anggi was a very sweet woman first. It wasn't that sniffy like this and made her feel a little awkward with the meaning of Anggi's gaze towards her. 

"Oops, sory," said Marcell chuckling, raising both hands in the air. 

"I'm really surprised to see you here again. After the party, I was wondering exactly what happened to you and your son. I want to see you again, but I can't because tomorrow I have to fly to Australia" said the man a little long, obviously with a serious look on his face. 

"You're still the same husband? What's-her-name? I forgot,"

"Ehm!"

Not getting any answer from Anggi, Marcell turned his head back. Right there, less than three meters away, a man with a familiar look on his face seemed to be looking at him with a look of dislike. 

"Ah.., I know that face," muttered Marcell, immediately put on a sour face. 

"You're still the same?" marcell asked Anggi, who just let out his long breath as if he didn't care. 

"What about your son's situation? Is he all right? Last I saw, he…"

"There is no one."

Not yet had time to finish his words, Marcell was surprised to hear the answer that Anggi gave. 

"Is there no?" the man's parrot stiffened, then frowned. "meaning?"

Unable or rather afraid that Anggi's mood will turn worse, Damar then approached the woman and spoke to Marcell.

"Old abroad, make you do not understand the same Indonesian language anymore, huh? If there is no such thing, there is none! Why do you have to start, anyway?!" cecar Damar did not like it, with his loud voice and made them the center of attention. 

In a matter of one to five, Marcell and Damar just silently stared at each other. But in the next second, Marcell actually threw a wide strand - a cynical look - at Damar. 

"Gue understood the same meaning of Anggi who said no, because I was there when the incident lo ninggalin him. I'm just curious, same reaction if I bring this up again,"

"What?!"

Not expecting that Marcell would dare to provoke him, making Damar so angry and almost give a punch in Damar's face, if only Anggi did not steal his attention. 

"Gue has to go, because there's more important business. So…."

Anggi nodded his head slightly towards Marcell, then left him the man behind with a dumbfounded facial expression for a moment. 

"Relin!"

When Damar wants to chase Anggi, change his hand held by Marcell. 

"From her gigat, anyway..she still hates the same lo, huh?" terka Marcell was cynical, laughing mockingly at Damar. 

"Silence lo!"

"From what you did to her first, it would seem strange if she wanted to re-live you as her husband. And let me guess, he must have divorced you after the birthday party. Right, right?" said Marcell again with the eyebrows raised, to make Damar feel more burning and intend to hit the face of the man in front of him. 

"Lo-"

"Mas!"

Not yet had Damar give his punch to Marcell, suddenly his junior in the marketing division came and prevented him from committing acts of violence in their place of work. 

A little surprised, Gavin approached and patted Damar's shoulder a little slowly. 

"Lo why? Any issues?" asked Gavin, who had noticed Damar since he had yelled at Marcell earlier. Only, he did not want to interfere, until he finally knew that Damar might make a mess in their place if not immediately prevented. 

Taking a deep breath, Damar, who seemed to be in disarray, only looked fiercely at Marcell once, before finally walking past Gavin towards the elevator room without speaking at all. 

"Hmph! The tempramenya, anyway…." Marcell's grunt was slow, clearly heard by Gavin, before leaving Gavin alone. 

Seriate….

Next Part, God willing, noon, yes.... 😅😅