The Last Chance's

The Fifty Section

In the morning, when Anggi came out of his bedroom, he saw that the living room of his apartment was already quiet. On the table, there were guests, there were two empty cans of drink that Anggi guessed belonged to Damar. Perhaps, the man had a drink before leaving the Anggi residence last night. But damn, why would he leave an empty can in that place without throwing it in the trash? 

The guests don't know themselves! 

With a heavy heart, Anggi walked towards his living table. When it was close, he was so surprised, when he saw the Sofa whose position was turned back to Anggi, there was Damar sleeping on it. So good, with clothes that are quite messy. 

"What, anyway…?"

Anggi who did not believe in Damar's behavior today, could only snort. Even angry, I feel tired. So, he could only look at the man's face irritated, until biting his lower lip held in fury. 

When going to squat, –niatnya want to slap the face of Damar to wake–, Anggi surprised by the sound of a phone that sounded from near the foot of the table. 

Damar Mobiles. 

For some reason, Anggi immediately took the phone and saw who called the man early in the morning like this. 

Mamma.

Instantly, Anggi's face looked so grim. He stared at the phone screen for a long time, until the call ended. 

And unfortunately again, what was seen on the screen of the phone when the plot ended was, a photo featuring Anggi smiling towards the camera with a smile so wide. A clear smile revealed a happiness, which Anggi remembered when he really felt. 

Unknowingly, Anggi rubbed the phone screen. When the screen goes off, Anggi again presses a button on the side of the phone to turn the phone screen back on. 

In the photo, Anggi is seen leaning on Damar. Lifting his two fingers against his cheek where Damar only smiled broadly beside him. 

"Sister, I'm so happy! Come here again tomorrow, yuk!"

Anggi's feelings cannot be explained at this time. The tightness he felt, like it had another meaning to look at the photo. Not the usual feeling of anger, but rather like longing, which cannot be said. 

Almost Anggi fell in his daydream, when the sound of Damar's cell phone was heard again. The same call name, re-stamped on the screen and make Anggi instantly aware. 

"Nggi,"

Anggi was surprised, when confused about what to do with Damar's phone, –because suddenly his brain like blank– the owner of the phone had woken up and looked at him with a wrinkled forehead. 

"I–ini! Your phone keeps sounding!"

Anggi immediately dumped the phone towards Damar. No matter if the flat object hit the face of the ex-husband, because he had already stood up and turned his back on the man. 

"Hello, Ma,"

Anggi heard Damar answer the call with a hoarse voice. 

"In the apartment,"

Anggi's body turned slightly towards the back. When he looked at Damar, he immediately turned and left the man for the kitchen. 

 

❄

 

"Why not go home? You think this is a hotel?"

Anggi put a plate of fried rice that he had just made onto his small dining table, which was immediately seized by Damar sitting in front of him. 

"God! It's mine! What the hell is lo?!" yelled Anggi exasperated, seeing Damar – guiltless– instantly bribed the fried rice into his own mouth. 

"Enak. Now you're cooking pinter, huh? It's adult, anyway. I'm a cook, dong!"

Like not caring about the look of Anggi's annoyed face, Damar enjoyed a mouthful of fried rice in front of him. 

Again, lazy to make a fuss, Anggi was back standing from his dining chair. Take one plate from the shelf, then take another serving of fried rice that is still left in the pan. It was fortunate that he had read Damar's brazen gurgle that must have demanded breakfast from him as well. So, he had made two servings of fried rice for them to eat this morning. 

"Well, this abis you go home! I'm not comfortable with being at my place."

A little down Anggi spoke. Seen, Damar just quietly enjoying his breakfast. 

"More, nyokap you must be busy nyariin lo at home. If he finds out you're in my place…"

Anggi did not continue his sentence. Secretly, he saw Damar sculpting with his eyes focused towards his fried rice plate. 

"I don't live with Papa and Mama anymore" Damar said, continuing his breakfast that had stayed a little. 

Despite looking down, Anggi knew that Damar looked uninspired, just like what he had seen just a moment ago. 

"Why?"

Anggi did not know where the question came from. What was clear, he was eager to slap his mouth that was too curious about people's affairs. 

As Damar turned his head, Anggi hurriedly turned his attention in the other direction. Until accidentally, he nudged a glass containing water near his elbow until it fell and broke. 

Prangs! 

Reflexes, Anggi wants to squat down to clean up the mess. However, Damar's hand held her back and pulled her away from the kitchen. 

"It's still sloppy. It was big too," said Damar, as he continued to drag Anggi's hand towards the living room. 

"Udah, you're here! Let me finish your kitchen,"

"No need!" the lady's sergeant, made Damar look over. 

"Lo just go home. Let me do it" he continued, immediately rolling up his sleeve and stepping past Damar. 

"Let me–"

"Gue said, no, no, no! Could you please listen to my talk once?!" snapped Anggi angrily, brushed aside Damar's hand that was holding his arm. 

The atmosphere again looked tense. Anggi was seen trying to catch his breath, while Damar was silent staring at his hand that had just touched Anggi's arm. 

The palm of Damar's hand, which was initially open, slowly closed in a grasping position. His gaze continued to stare flatly at that hand, like he was thinking of something. 

"I've heard your words before. Once and it makes us part like this" muttered Damar, yet clear enough to be heard by Anggi. 

"I want a divorce!"

"I won't listen to you anymore!"

"Did?!"

Damar raised his gaze towards Anggi, who seemed so annoyed by the answer. 

"You must think I'm crazy. But, believe it or not, I can be a lot crazier, if I have to let you go a second time."

Anggi was silent hearing that remark. But from his face, one could tell that he did not care. 

With a single breath, the woman smiled mockingly. 

"Yes, I'm the crazier if you believe the same words," he said grinning, then tilted his head lightly. "Go home! Nyokap you must have been waiting for his favorite son."

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After a long argument with Her Ex-Husband, Anggi, who had just stepped down from her apartment unit into the basement, met Arkan who seemed to rush out of his car. 

Once he met Anggi who was still standing in the elevator room, Arkan immediately approached him and grabbed the two women's arms. 

"Relin!" call him a fuss, like a father who just met his missing daughter. 

"Relse! You're not papa, are you? You're all right, right?!" arkan shouted still excited, this time flipping Anggi's body to the left and right. 

"What the hell, right? So excited! I'm fine, kali!" sahut Anggi slightly mixed with wonder with Arkan who like so worried about him. 

Why is he that? Feelings, just not met a day, it feels like Arkan so hyperactive like this? 

"Rightly, you're not papa? Lo…. Not bothered by anyone, right? I mean…."

Ting! 

Arkan had not finished talking, the elevator door behind Anggi suddenly opened. Featuring the figure of old friend Arkan, who with his disheveled look came out from there. 

"Lo!!!" show Arkan widening his eyes, on the face of Damar who looked so flat and calm. 

"Lo…! Lo!"

Not only Damar, this time Arkan also pointed Anggi and the man's face alternately. 

"What, anyway?! Lo–"

"Why get out of there, huh?! Lo where are you from?! Lo from her apartment unit, huh?! Huh uh?!" arkan pointed emotions, at Damar who again seemed to not care about his chatter. 

"Kan, why the hell?! Kok–"

"Lo too! Why are these guys at your place, huh?! This early in the morning he was here? Don't tell me, if he's at your place from last night!"

Anggi who just wanted to talk, was already surprised by the spray of Arkan's mouth that nagged him all out. 

Dizziness, because it has not yet subsided Anggi's annoyance with Damar was so stubborn want to clean the kitchen Anggi contained broken glass, now he also had to listen to the tirade Arkan like the fathers. 

"Why are you so excited about gini, anyway? Isn't it you, who gave my door code to him? Then, why are you the sewot now!" reply Anggi lazily, folding both his hands on his chest. "Any," his grunts later, made both of Arkan's eyes bully. 

For a moment, the man looked confused. However, it was not for how long, when he saw the face of Damar who remained showing no expression. 

"Heh, motherfucker!" 

Arkan who seemed to have been overwhelmed with emotions mixed with panic, immediately grabbed the neck of the Damar shirt with both hands. 

"Gue tells you that Anggi's door code is not for nginep! I give you the code, because you said, want to approach him again! But, why are you even struggling?! Find out what opportunities, huh?!" arkan snapped in annoyance, pushing Damar's chest several times. 

Seeing the emotionless Arkan and Damar who was just silent, Anggi could only shake his head. Intending to leave the two people he thought were crazy to head towards his car. 

After Anggi died, Arkan still gripped Damar's neck. He stared fiercely at the man who was staring at Anggi and pushed him once. 

"This time, I'll assume that nothing bad happened to me. But in the future, there won't be another time!"

After saying that, Arkan left, leaving Damar alone, gawking into Anggi's car which seemed ready to walk. Arkan is really stupid, because he believes in Damar again. 

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