Mr. Antagonists
Nineteen (suicides? )
...° Mr. Antagonist °...
Alma of confusion with changing sagara attitude 360°. His spoiled, possessive, and always whining attitude towards her gave him a headache. No Sagara is flat-faced, and it always scares him.
Sighing, looking down at Sagara who was asleep on his lap. He stroked the short hair makes Sagara look for a comfortable position and sniff the end of the stomach area.
Alma chuckles at that.
Now what should he do?
Now he's trapped.
He had already fallen in love with this young man.
He doesn't want to go back.
And live together with Sagara have a cute child until old age.
Can Alma hope like that?
Suddenly his tears fell on Sagara's cheeks. Alma regained her senses and immediately wiped her tears in fear of making Sagara wake up. Unfortunately the man was already awake, he touched his wet cheeks and looked up at Alma who was smiling widely.
" You cry?"
Sagara quickly got up and looked at him. Alma shook her head with a smile as if saying she was okay.
" No."
Sagara's eyes squinted at the tear marks in the corner of Alma's eyes.
" Lied." The accusation. He cupped both of Alma's cheeks.
" Why hm?"
Alma shook her head by snapping at some of them. He violently hit Sagara's chest hard.
" Stupid! Don't have to ask why. So you're crying, right!?" Came up with tears flowing. Seeing that Sagara immediately cradled tightly to Alma's body.
" No papa nangis. I'm here, you don't always have to be strong. You can lean on my shoulder. Do not stand still. Now, you have me beside you." Sagara stroked Alma's head.
Alma's cry broke that very moment. He hugged Sagara tightly without caring anything. For now, let her cry just once.
The world is unfair.
The forcing state is always strong.
And destiny always decides.
God is great at overturning human feelings.
" Huh?" Alma nodded while wiping her tears. Looks reddened nose and puffy eyes are so adorable Dimata Sagara. The bucin is different.
He rattled his hair.
" Want some ice cream?" Alma seemed to think.
" 3 but," Alma smiled sweetly.
Sagara. " Just 2 for today" he said.
Alma sighed but unobstructedly nodded.
Sagara went to the kitchen to get ice cream. Alma stared at the television that had lit up earlier watching them who were like they were in the middle of a drama. He chuckles at thinking about it.
Drtts
Alma glanced at Sagara's flaming phone displaying a message pup. His forehead shriveled to find a message from an unknown number. Not because of that. Because his name was brought.
08**********
You don't forget the bets, do you? Your wife is safe?
13.53
He is the same as me if you forget
13.53
Alma's mind was forced to work. His heart skipped a beat with an uneasy feeling that permeated his heart. He immediately pressed the call button. Without waiting for long the call was raised directly.
" Wow, can't wait to see it."
The familiar voice as well as the ruckus he was familiar with made him silent.
" Why diem?"
" Lo failed to make your wife fall into your arms?"
Alma's hand was holding the phone tightly.
" God! Don't let the charm of a Sagara run out. Haha. You want to give up? Daisy I'll turn around."
A sense of tightness attacked his chest. The water has gone down without being asked. Yet he remained silent not wanting to speak letting the person give him information.
Suddenly an arm grabbed his phone. Sagara ended the call.
" a. It's not what you'd imagine."
Sagara grabbed Alma's shoulder. Alma wiped her tears while smiling flatly.
" A bet?" Alma's voice vibrated.
Sagara shook his head in panic. " No, my explanation." Alma brushed off Sagara's hand that touched her body.
The girl took a few steps back. Sagara looked at him. " Then let's explain." Sagara's tongue is twisted. " g-i.." Alma is still waiting for Sagara's explanation.
" Where's the explanation?" Kekeh Alma smiled wryly. The girl breathed out slowly.
" I should have realized it a long time ago. Everything I do is in vain."
After saying that Alma turned away from the apartment leaving a sense of tightness in her chest.
When he saw the elevator closed, he walked up to the stairs and ran down with tears flowing down. Run down the stairs as quickly as possible hoping the pain will disappear.
Whether on the floor to how many, his feet stopped running with hunting breath. Slowly, the body fell down with its cries beginning to sound.
" It hurts!! Why is it so fucking sick!" Alma pressed her chest that felt increasingly tight. The girl hugged her knees drowning her face on the sidelines of both knees.
The universe is playing itself again.
...***...
Sagara ran here and there in panic. For an hour she let Alma go but she did not find the girl. The young man rubbed his face rough. Various places around this apartment he has been looking for.
With a hunting breath, he picked up his phone and searched for a number. As soon as he picked up Sagara immediately asked.
" Is Lyora the same Lo?"
" huh? Gaada. I'm not the same as him. What's up?"
Direct call he turned off.
Sagara took a breath and turned to another number.
" Help me to find my wife."
Then one more.
Sagara stared doubtfully, but after it was decided he pressed the number. He's setting his breath.
" What's up, sagara?"
" Uncle, I need your help."
" What's up?"
" My wife.." Sagara paused his words by taking a deep breath.
" What's wrong with Alma!?"
" He's gone."
Tut
The call came to death. Sagara glanced around him. He felt his hair frustrated.
" Where are you? Please don't be like this." His murmur looked around him.
" Sir want fabya see a girl? Her body is a bit like this her hair is long, she wears blue."
" No mas. "
Sagara breathed a heavy sigh. He asked one by one the people he was going through.
Drttts
A foreign number arrived calling him. He answered it straight away.
" the sagara!! Cepet up! Alma is on the rooftop herself. And the door is locked!! Dor!! All!! Openaa!!"
Sagara's eyes were round hearing it. He looked up with a racing heart. With wide strides he ran very fast towards the elevator.
In the elevator, it looks very crowded. He approached and asked.
" What's going on?" Ask.
" It's a mas, the elevator is dead." Light them.
Sagara is getting less and less out of hearing it. " All the elevators are dead!?" His impact.
They look scared. " I Yes, I am."
Sagara cursed harshly hearing it.
" B*ngsat!"
They all fell silent. The staff were also speechless to see the powerful man get angry and go berserk.
" Where's the emergency ladder?!" His shouting.
They all fell silent. " I asked where the emergency stairs are. anj*ng!!" His impact.
" D-next to s-sana mas.." point someone out.
" Instant!!" her word.
The worker ran in panic. He pointed sagara at the emergency staircase.
Without saying much more, Sagara ran up the stairs. In his heart he kept saying the same word.
" No Ra. I beg you not to do something so stupid.
" The sweat soaking up his entire body did not make Sagara stop running up the stairs.
He has to get there, or he's gonna lose something.
Besides, Cessie tried to open the rooftop door in a panic. At first he was intending to take out the trash but he saw Alma running over. He followed her out of curiosity, until she caught up when Alma entered the rooftop. And close it, when about to enter Cessie can not open the door.
" O!! Please don't joke! Open the door."
Dor dor dor
Unfortunately the door did not open.
Shouting is frustrating and trying to persuade but to no avail. That's why he's looking for his phone and calling someone else. There is no luck anymore. The elevator is dead and Sagara is not in his apartment.
Luckily he remembered having Jesslyn's number. She called the girl and asked for the number of the man who served as her husband.
" O! Please don't believe me! Not the door!!" Shouted Cessie.
He breathed in frustration. Walking back and forth awaiting the arrival of the sagara.
I hope that man comes soon.
...connect 🙏...
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...sorry new up now...
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