The Last Chance's

The Forty Six Section

At that time, the relationship between Damar and Anggi looked better. Damar, who had always been indifferent to all of Anggi's actions, now began to respond one by one. In fact, if the woman did nothing, Damar would definitely act like a child who was busy doing various things, in order to get the attention of the woman. Then, after being commented on, he will definitely do things that are able to make Anggi feel irritated and put on a sour face. 

It was really fun for Damar. 

This morning, as usual, Damar woke up from his sleep without any Anggi next to him. He looked towards the bathroom in a quiet state, making him suspect that the pregnant woman must have slid into the kitchen again to make breakfast for him and his family. 

It was like it had become a habit of Anggi, although they knew that the woman's cooking would be insulted by her mother Damar, or even could be directly flattened into the trash. 

Damar gets annoyed if he has to think about this every day. 

Prangs! 

Just as Damar had lowered his foot from the bed, the noise he had been thinking about had returned.

Without being explained clearly too, Damar could have guessed that the sound must have come from the kitchen like what has happened almost every day. 

Not wanting anything worse to happen, Damar seemed to come out from inside the room and head for the kitchen in a hurry. And when he got there, he had seen Ranti, his mother, was shaking her waist in front of Anggi who was holding her own wrist while grimacing. 

"For a long time all my stuff can run out because of your useless hands!" ranti exclaimed with hunting breath, staring at Anggi who lowered his head deeply. 

"How many more times do I have to say, I don't like to eat anything that's made with your hands! You are a witch! I may die after eating your food! Don't you know either?!" hardik Ranti was rude, at Anggi who just silently received the slur. 

"Ma, uh,"

As Damar approached, he could see that there was a blushing mark on the Anggi's wrist that the woman was holding. 

"What's your hand?" asked the man in wonder, because Anggi actually closed his wrists using the palm of the hand. 

"What do you think is he? It was all because of his own stupidity!" ranti said to look at Anggi, who was still silently bowing his head. 

"Whoa, what's your hand?" repeated Damar asking, which this time actually makes Ranti feel fed up with her daughter-in-law. 

"Udahlah, Damar! Don't care about this woman anymore. Mama's tension really went up, because she was squirming every day," said Ranti touching her head, who may have returned dizzy. 

For a while, Damar was still staring at Anggi's face which was actually hard for him to see. Although faint, Damar could hear his wife's subtle hiss enduring the pain. Moreover, the woman was also seen biting her own lower lip as if grimacing with what she was currently feeling. 

"Why are you still here? Wanna make me a stroke, huh?! Go there! You son-in-law don't know it's lucky!"

"Ma!"

Damar who suddenly rebuked Ranti in a slightly loud voice, successfully made the middle-aged woman silenced. 

Trying to hold back his emotions, Damar glanced at the kitchen. 

"Where's papa? Are you going to work?" damar asked after a long breath, seeming to shift the focus of his mother who began to look in wonder at him. 

Kambali snorted, Ranti folded her hands on her chest, before replying, "Papa you don't exist! From yesterday went out of town. There's work!" with a faint tone and throw his gaze in the other direction. 

Oh, it's worth it. Inner Damar sighed, briefly bowing his head. He thought, why did his father not come to defend Anggi who was being colonized by his mother Damar? Usually, if indeed his father is at home, who acts as a hero for Anggi it is only his father. But, why is now even Anggi scouted out by his mother Damar without anyone defending? 

It turns out that Damar's father is going out of town, huh…? 

Still in a state of thought, Damar saw Anggi leave without a sound. He passed from behind Damar with his head still lowered. 

Wanting to follow, Ranti caught his arm first and asked, "hey, where are you going?"

Looking up at his mother, Damar replied, "to the room."

"Would you follow that woman?" ask Ranti again suspiciously. 

"Yes! Damar's room is the same. How, anyway?" sewot Damar replied, successfully making his mother believe. 

Honestly, Damar did want to follow Anggi and see how he was doing. If indeed he could help, he wanted to treat the woman's hand as best he could. Pity too, if left alone. Especially if it comes to impregnate and seen by his father Damar. Damar could be lectured again and said not to be as a man who bears the status of Anggi's husband. 

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Meanwhile, Anggi in the room can only grimace holding his wrist that feels sore. He did not think, again, his good intentions were only to give a special dish for his mother-in-law in the form of seaweed soup, fruit a wound. He was accused of poisoning the woman. There was not even a speck of intent to hurt him. He really just wanted to cook the food he just learned yesterday for Ranti, so that the woman could appreciate a little bit of Anggi's presence in the house. He just wanted to be considered a family. Because, after marrying Damar, she was already like an abandoned human who had no one to return to. His family threw him away, and the Damar family would not accept him. Although there was still Panji, his father Damar, who loved Anggi like his son, could not be denied, the desire to have a family was in his heart. He also wants to feel happy, even if unhappy. Because he is aware, maybe people do not seem to deserve to be happy. 

"Where are you? You all right?"

Being busy daydreaming, Anggi was slightly startled by the presence of Damar in their bedroom. 

"Hm" Anggi muttered without turning his head, watching his red, trembling hand. 

In a sitting position to his back to Damar, Anggi heard the sound of steps approaching towards him. When he found out that Damar was walking towards him, Anggi Buru hurriedly covered his hand that had been doused in hot soup that Ranti threw with another hand. 

"Will I go to college? I asked Bi Suki to make breakfast Brother first, huh? Because of me, breakfast for Brother and Mama has not been there until now,"

Anggi is standing. He intends to run away from around Damar who seems curious about the condition of Anggi's hand since he was still in the kitchen earlier. 

"Wait!"

When he was leaving, Damar arrested Anggi who was about to pass him. Paying intense attention to Anggi's hand covering her wrist, then looking at the woman seriously. 

"So, I see your hands are red. Wh why? Did Mama hurt you?" asked Damar slowly, who could be said to have never even once the man had behaved that way towards him. 

That is, Damar's question this time sounded like someone who was worrying about others. Whereas before, he would definitely be acting foolishly, even though Anggi had already blatantly said he was injured in front of the man. 

Has Damar been in the wrong sleeping position? 

Anggi had not finished talking, but Damar had already interfered with it by grabbing Anggi's red hand in a slightly rough way. 

"Hand of you–"

"Akhs! Pain–"

Somehow or how, Damar even press the red Anggi wrist suddenly, to make Anggi surprised and grimaced in pain. 

"This why?" damar finally asked, holding Anggi's arm to show the woman's face. 

"That's.. flush hot soup," 

"Hot soup flush?!" 

As if tired to cover up, Anggi finally spoke honestly to Damar. Oh, that's the truth. Perhaps, this was the answer that Damar was waiting for to answer his curiosity. 

"Because of Mama?"

"Hm,"

"illness?"

Of all the weightless questions that might come out, why even that stupid question that Damar had to ask? Makes Anggi want to laugh, hear it. 

"Sister funny. How can anyone get a hot soup flush it doesn't hurt?" said Anggi smiled bitterly, then pulled back his arm from the grip of Damar's hand. 

A little stupid, Damar said again, "That's because you didn't say anything. So, I guess…."

Damar did not continue his words. He just kept quiet, looking at each other with Anggi looking at him deeply. 

"Emang, if I say, Brother will care?"

Anggi spoke with a smile on his lips. But, the look in his eyes that were now, showed deep sadness. 

"You mean?"

Honestly, actually this thing has begun to awaken Damar. That is, he knows the current direction of Anggi's conversation. Not that he was not aware, if all this time he often ignored Anggi who felt hurt. It was just that, somehow he felt like he didn't want to admit to such a self. 

At least now. He wanted to be a caring person, although in fact, Anggi showed no signs of wanting to be noticed by him. 

"I learned to be an independent person. If I get sick, I cry. If I get hurt, I'll just treat. If I'm tired, I'm staying asleep" Anggi still tries to smile. But his gaze, already diverted from Damar completely. "After a few months, I finally realized now that the world is not spinning just for me. Brother, Papa and also Mama must have a valuable time. I shouldn't take your time to take care of the useless things I've done. But, I am still not aware of it."

Then, Anggi lowered his head, staring at the burn scar that was next to his wrist. 

"Had Mama always been angry with me. I just don't know myself by continuing to disturb Mama," he complained so slowly, as if the wound had made him aware that grabbing Ranti's attention was something most should not be done. 

"From tomorrow I won't be back in the kitchen again. Even if I want to cook, it's only for myself. I can't make Mama upset anymore" he muttered so slowly, as if talking to her. 

Anggi seems to forget, if since then Damar continues to hear his words. Not once did the sentence that came out of Anggi's mouth escape Damar's hearing. Every painful word, disturbing Damar's feelings and realize how cruel his attitude has been to Anggi. 

Not able to bear to see Anggi who kept staring at the wound on his hand, Damar took the initiative to treat the woman. 

"You wait here! Don't go anywhere!" said Damar ruled Anggi, who just put on a confused look looking at him. 

Ignoring that, Damar immediately rushed to find a P3K box that should always be stored in the kitchen. After that, he returned with the box he was sitting in with Anggi. 

"What do you want?" anggi asked in surprise, seeing Damar who was silent was busy opening the P3K box. 

"Here, your hands!" pinta Damar, extended his hand towards Anggi, who was instead met with a puzzled look by the woman. 

"You didn't hear me, what did I say?" tanya Damar slightly ketus, make Anggi –still with a look of confusion– handed his wrist to Damar. 

"Don't press it again, brother…. Pain," 

Damar just took a deep breath and threw it away. Yes, times, he wanted to press the woman's hand again. No, he was that cruel, what? 

"Yes you know, sick…. That's why it's treated again!" ketus Damar was irritated, which caused Anggi to pull his hand back from Damar. 

"I can treat myself, brother! Mending now Brother take a shower. I'm going to college, right? This is half eight, brother! Later Brother is late," said Anggi frantically, looking at the wall clock in their room. 

Seeing Damar looking at him with lazy eyes, Anggi hurriedly wanted to snatch a salve that Damar had already grasped. 

When going to reach it, Damar actually distanced the ointment quickly to the back and made his face and also Anggi became so close. 

Within a few seconds, the two looked at each other. Anggi looked surprised, while Damar was like he was diving into the feelings of Anggi who was staring at him. 

"Ba–bring here the ointment, Brother! Let me–"

Whether there was any wind, Damar suddenly pulled the nape of Anggi and kissed the lips of the woman. Without warning, the man kissed his wife for a moment. 

"If I tell you I am, you can't fight. Wanna?" damar said as he whispered, shortly after he released his kiss from Anggi. 

And with a dazed look on his face, Anggi could only nod, and let Damar begin to treat his burnt hands. 

......TBC......

I've had a long vacum, I will try to make further updates to this story every day....