Another Chance
Chapter 2

"Zoya!"

The beautiful woman was shocked. His eyes looked so shocked at how he felt. His eyes scoured every corner with a look of disbelief. Wasn't he in an accident and died? Why was he in a room that felt familiar?

"Darling, why stay quiet?"

Zoya looked back. His face was again surprised to see the figure that was now hugging his body.

Jordanian.

The jerk who was the cause of Zoya's household crack is now staring confused. While the woman looked sharply at the athletic man.

"Hey, are you okay? Why have you been quiet since, hhmmm? Do you want to repeat it again?"

That disgusting face really makes Zoya nauseous. It felt like he wanted to poke those eyes. Recalling the events of the day where he left Rasya alone. That day he also knew that Jordan—lelaki who he considered soul mate— was not much different from land crocodiles, poison conch and cat garong who like to change women. In fact, in his last moments he only realized that the damn man just wanted to memorize his money for other women out there.

"Go, shit!" With a rude shock, Zoya took off Jordan's embrace, then took off her clothes that were splattered on the floor. Imagining what happened to him with the man, really makes Zoya very disgusted and if she can, very much want to change the additional body that has been touched by the damn man.

If Zoya is disgusted and upset, Jordan stares at the angry lover suddenly.

"Darling, what's going on? Why are you mad at me?" asked Jordan stepped closer to the lover with her innocent body.

"Fuck! Put your clothes on and get out of my apartment!" joked Zoya with a look of obstruction.

Yes, now he remembered that the room was the main room in his apartment after seeing an interior design that was very different from others because the room was specifically designed that was in harmony with his character.

"Hey, what's going on? Did I not satisfy you? Why are you running amok like this, honey?" jordan asked, touching both of her shoulders. However, hatefully, Zoya kicked the man in the stomach until Jordan bounced away to grimace in pain.

"Don't touch me, you son of a bitch! Get out of my apartment right now! Or I'll report you to the authorities!" Zoya again cursed at the man she thought was disgusting.

Jordan moved and approached. But his steps stopped when Zoya pulled a fist. The man knew very well that the lover of martial arts even won the karate championship in Southeast Asia. That's why he better stay put. The kick alone still feels pain in the heart. He did not want to add to his pain by trying to fight the charming woman.

"Honey, we're talking good, yeah. What's my fault, honey? Let's say. I'm so sad if you're mad at me like this."

If it had been, Zoya would have been devastated by the words of the shady-faced man but had the demon brain. Now, everything's changed. Zoya is not a stupid woman who is easily fooled by sweet words containing poison.

"Go, or I'll actually contact the authorities." Zoya looks in all directions, then grabs her phone. But suddenly the flat object fell with Zoya's surprised face. "March, 2019?" he muttered with a look of disbelief looking at the date and year on his phone. "Huh?! What's going on?" tanyanya's confused.

"Darling ...."

Hearing the voice that made her ears hurt, Zoya looked back at the man in front of her. He reached for his cell phone and pressed the police number. "Hello, the police station."

Hearing that, Jordan looked panicked. Has Zoya gone crazy calling the authorities to kick her out?

"I count to ten, if you're still here, I'll finish you off!" zoya's tirade that makes Jordan in the fog pick up her clothes that scatter carelessly. Afterwards, he left with a face that was so upset.

After the damn man's departure, Zoya sits in her bed. "Two thousand nineteen?" ask him to yourself.

What happened to Zoya? Was he not dead after the accident? So, isn't it the last time he breathed in 2022? Why is his phone showing in 2019? Is the phone in trouble? Zoya looked back at the flat object. Things that should not be in his hands anymore because every new model of the mobile phone brand Zoya must have replaced it. And indeed the object to communicate he had three years ago, right in 2019.

Zoya slaps herself into a scream. "Sickness," she said. "What's going on? Why did I go back to the past?" ask her with a blank look with thoughts everywhere.

His eyes are perfectly round. If it's 2019, doesn't that mean Arsenio and Rasya are still alive? Aye, right! The two men that Zoya wasted were definitely still alive! Panicked, Zoya moved back. He walked here without direction. "I have to clean myself up first! Unclean, my body's been touched by that son of a bitch."

In a hasty gesture, he walked towards the bathroom to clean himself up before heading home to Arsenio Bagaskara's residence.

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Zoya's heart pounded violently staring at the two-story mansion. He looked at his trembling hands. The last time he set foot in the beige-wrapped dwelling, many people came in with yellow flags fluttering at the gate. Her tears fell just like that when she remembered the creepy incident. He clenched his hands, forcing a stop to the tears that were falling down. After a slight calm, he removed the trail of sorrow water, then pressed the horn for the guards to open the gate.

After the gate opened, the beautiful woman with jet black hair drove her white luxury sedan into the world. As the four-wheeled transport stopped in front of the main door, a bodyguard opened the door.

"Good night, Madam."

Zoya looked at the tall man with mature brown skin who was looking down respectfully. Isn't he the one he fired for hitting Jordan? Why is he still escorting in his residence? Is it true that he went back to the past?

The beautiful woman nodded. He must remain sane in the face of everything. He walked into his residence with anxious expectation. Hoping that he would really go back to the past so that he could see the two men he had thrown out.

"Good night, ma'am" said a forty-year-old woman named Jessica. He was the butler at the residence of Arsenio Bagaskara.

Just as Zoya wanted to open her voice, she was suddenly startled by the voice she heard.

"Remember you too."

Zoya looked back. How surprised he was to see the figure of a tall man staring at him with a cold gaze. However, it makes Zoya's heart feel the warmth.

"M-Mas Nio," shrewd Zoya with teary eyes. He really did not expect to be able to return to see the figure of the man he once ignored and even always hurt.

"Mass? Since when did you call me so politely?" tanya Nio smiled cynically.

Not offended, Zoya just smiled haru. With tears dripping, he ran crashing his body all the way to the chest of the field of the husband. He hugged Nio tightly, until the man silently stared.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry."