The Last Chance's

The Forty Seventy Section

Presence

The head still feels heavy. Several times he tried massaging his dizzy head while taking a few deep breaths. The plan is, today he does not want to enter the office. But, because he said Mario will conduct a marketing division meeting today, inevitably Anggi finally decided to come even a little late. 

Anggi was already standing in front of the elevator door still with his hands massaging his forehead slowly. He waited for the iron box to open, to take it upstairs where he worked. She was barely powered because she cried all-out last night. Remembering his dead son, making Anggi's tears back to memory, so he had to quickly wipe his eyes so that no one would see. 

When the elevator door opens, Anggi goes inside and immediately presses the 12 button where he is located. 

Just as the iron door was about to close, a hand suddenly held it back to open. Makes Anggi a little surprised, because someone who is very familiar appeared from behind the door and looked at him with a fairly sharp eye. 

Instantly, Anggi's mood got worse. He threw away his gaze, as Damar walked into the same elevator as him and pressed the closed door button on the elevator. 

If usually Damar will always mempercokinya with questions or statements that are very disturbing the ear, inexplicably this time the man looks so calm. Both hands went into the pocket, with a body so stiff like a statue that was deliberately placed in the elevator. 

No one spoke between them, until the elevator stopped and the door opened because there was someone or some people on the eighth floor. It looks like someone is going to get into the elevator. 

Damn, because it turns out that the person who has been waiting for the elevator to stop is the same person who makes Anggi feel very arrogant at this time. Who else, if not Marcel? 

 With a facial expression that had been smiling widely, Marcel who immediately faced the eyes with Anggi also looked a little surprised. However, it did not last long, when he also found Damar in the iron box.  

"Ooh…. You guys come together?" 

With a smile full of innuendo, Marcel glanced at Anggi and Damar alternately, before finally talking to the person next to him. 

"I will go to Mr. Sandi's room alone. You can wait for me here,"

After saying that, Marcell got into the elevator. Standing right between Anggi and Damar, after he pressed the 20 button on the elevator wall. 

When he started to move, Marcel who seemed to be unable to stand still, immediately turned his head towards Anggi. 

"Hi, Anggi. How are you doing? We haven't seen each other in a long time, have we? Like yesterday your mood was bad, so you had time to exchange news with me, huh? How's it? Is your mood okay today?" marcel asked Anggi, who clearly looked like a pleasantries. Because in fact, at the end of the sentence, he turned to Damar with a really annoying smile. 

"You're so different now yeah, Nggi. That is to say, you used to look beautiful. It's just.. Now it's more…."

Damar can see from the reflection of the elevator door in front of him that Marcel was looking at Anggi with a brazen look from top to bottom. It made him feel very upset, and almost hit the man, if the elevator door that brought them did not open immediately. 

Anggi, who had been silent since then as if he had not heard anyone talking beside him or to him, just let go. It made Marcel a little surprised, and reflexively called out to the woman who had gotten out of the elevator. 

"Relin!" 

Marcell seemed to want to chase Anggi, but Damar's hand had already held the man's arm. 

Without making a sound at all and with a face that was still so calm, Damar pushed slowly Marcell's body back into the elevator. Then, under the man's astonished gaze, Damar again pressed the closed door button on the elevator door from the outside. Waiting there for a while, as if to make sure that Marcell really disappeared to the floor where their superiors were. 

Then, after making sure that the elevator door would not open and display Marcell again, Damar immediately turned to the room where he and Anggi worked. 

 

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"So, such is the result of our discussion in the morning today, I hope our cooperation in the future becomes even better, considering that market competition has also become increasingly tight."

Mario put the black marker that he had been holding on to the table in front of him, then supported his two sturdy arms on the table.

"If there's anything to say beyond this meeting, I'm happy. But, it would be nice if all the questions could be answered right now, so we all still gather like this,"

Mario noticed one by one the faces of his division members, which they only replied to Mario with a smile or a light nod of the head. Except for one person, who looked so grim with a face bearing the burden. 

"If you are Anggi? Is there something you want to ask now?"

Anggi who did not hear the question, became unaware that he had become the material of attention. He was only pensive alone, until Dhita finally patted his thigh under the table. 

When he turned his head, Ditha immediately gave the code to Anggi to immediately look at Mario. 

"Yes?" the question was stupid, making Mario repeat the question again. 

"Do you have any questions? You seem to be thinking about something again" asked Mario to Anggi, where Anggi seemed a little confused by looking around. 

Realizing that he had become a spectacle material, Anggi became a little misbehaved. It seems that since then he did not listen during the meeting trip. 

"Where? Any question?" asked Mario again, this time making Anggi focus on him again. 

A little stiff, Anggi nodded his head slowly. 

"What?"

"When do you want to go with me?"

"Huh?"

"Heh, pe'ak!"

"Oh my goodness, Ma'am!"

"What the hell, Nggi…!"

"Daddy…."

"You're gonna need coffee, huh. Your face looks a little messed up. Not usually,"

The sweet smile that had been perched on Anggi's lips, slowly began to sag. Along with the words of Mario who left him at the meeting table, his smile turned wry. It seems, of all people, only Mario is aware of what is behind the thick make up of Anggi today. 

While standing, Anggi unintentionally looked towards the back. Apparently, what was left at the meeting table was not only Anggi and Mario. But there was Damar, who somehow just kept staring at him with eyes that were so withered. Like a sad person, but unfortunately Anggi is not interested in asking news with the man.

As if he did not care, Anggi finally passed leaving Damar alone. 

 

❄

 

At lunchtime, Anggi prefers to be alone in the rooftop. Picking up a cigarette that only had a stick left in the box in his blazzer pocket, Anggi began to slip the object between his lips. 

When he was about to light a match he just took from his blazzer pocket, Anggi was shocked by the sound of a rooftop door that suddenly opened. Stop for a moment the movement of Anggi who is ready to smoke his cigarette to be lit. 

"Nggi,"

Seeing Damar, Anggi resumed his activities. As if he had not seen anyone, he who had been standing on his back on the roof floor barrier, turned around and began to enjoy the smoke billowing out from between his lips. 

Meanwhile, Damar who did not like what he saw, immediately approached and snatched away the cigarette sticks tucked in Anggi's lips. Sticking it into the air, until in a matter of seconds, the object containing tobacco was immediately freefall was not saved. 

"Anj–!"

Upset, Anggi turned towards Damar. He seemed so angry that he pushed Damar's chest so hard. 

"What the hell, lo?! You mean what bothers me?! You're looking for my same problem, huh?!" snapped Anggi emotion, already looking like a female bull. 

"I don't mean to bother you. I'm just trying to make you happy, really. Smoking is not good for health. You will get sick!" 

"Huh! Bacot! Do you care if I am sick? Would I call you if I got sick? No, right?! Then why do you have to bother?!" jolt Anggi directly, pointing at Damar's chest using his index finger. 

Damar who was treated like that, just silently heard Anggi's words. Honestly, the purpose of him coming after the woman to the rooftop is not to look for new problems. He just wanted to be by her side, to calm his heart that had been so messed up since yesterday. 

After a moment of silence, Damar lowered his head deeply and said, "Sorry, "in a voice so soft that it made Anggi surprised to hear it. 

Sorry, this Anggi did not hear wrong, right?

Not expecting that Damar would say that word instead of replying to his usual harsh words, made Anggi speechless and dumbest. 

Okay, he's been preparing all kinds of mockery for the man to vent his emotions since yesterday. It's just that, if Damar is being soft like this, how can Anggi take out all his junk? There, he could look like a madman out of his own rage. Or, rather, he could look like a demon that was scaring a child. 

Or, should he do that? After all, all this time he also did not care about what others said to him. 

"Ah, that's it,"

Suddenly feeling lazy, Anggi finally shook his hand into the air. This time, he would ignore Damar. Since his mood was really ugly and the person in front of him was as lazy to argue as well, he had no reason to get angry. 

Anggi looks like he's leaving the man. He turned around and walked away from Damar towards the nearby rooftop door. 

However, not until he steps her away, Damar has already caught her and hugged her body from behind. 

"Eh, what the fuck, anyway? Leasin!"

Anggi who was shocked, tried to jerk Damar's hand to get away from him. But, instead of letting Anggi, Damar actually wrapped his hands on Anggi's body became tighter. 

"The room! Lo what the fuck, anyway?! Lepasin, no?! Don't be so rude, yeah!" said Anggi angry, keep trying to wriggle his body to be released by Damar. But the man, seemingly with no intention, rested his chin next to Anggi's back. 

"The room!"

When it was wrapped in emotion, Anggi faintly heard the sound of Damar who sighed softly. Followed by a soft sobbing, and make Anggi silent for a moment. 

"Lo...crying?" asked Anggi half unconscious, then blinked when Damar increasingly tightened his embrace in Anggi's body. 

The woman seemed to think. He was confused, because before Damar had never been like this. Or, had the man already taken the medicine wrong before meeting him? 

"It should have been that time that I let you cry in the hospital,"

Slowly, the look on Anggi's face, which had been confused, slowly began to loosen. He could feel the rubbing of Damar's hand on the skin of his arm that was not covered with cloth. So soft and warm. 

"I should have realized, if the one who needs to calm the heart at that time is you. But, instead of putting you down, I'm making your wounds even bigger."

Anggi quietly heard Damar who had told him behind his hair which was quite thick. 

"I was too shocked at the time. I can't even move my body. Let alone to run your motorbike in the hospital. To stand up, I can't, Nggi. I was too scared, and could only stay in that place for a long time."

Anggi took a deep breath. She did not know why her tears suddenly blurred her eyes. Damar did not explain in detail the 'time' he was talking about at this time. It's just that, somehow Anggi feels that this has something to do with the condition of Anggi eight years ago. 

Feeling tired with what he had felt since yesterday, Anggi let go of Damar's hand forcibly. 

Without speaking, without even turning his head, Anggi walked away from Damar who was silent on the rooftop. 

... TBC...