Mr. Antagonists
Thirty-two (drunk)

...° Mr. Antagonist °...

After being satisfied to play with hazel and accompany him and read a fairy tale before going to bed, now Alma out to go home. But the figure in front of him made to stop his steps, a little surprised because as soon as he opened the door Harley was already in front of him.

" Hazel's asleep?" Ask Harley.

Alma nodded once. He stared at the circular clock at his auction.

" i want to go home. It's late at night,"

Harley nodded. " Wait for me to finish my work for a while, I'll drop you off after." His words went down and left the dumb Alma at the door of Hazel's room.

Realizing, Alma immediately followed the man. He could see the man sitting with his laptop in front of him with a sheet of file in his hand.

He awkwardly sat his body in front of Harley. When viewed like this, Harley looks so handsome if he is focused this way. Especially with glasses perched on his nose, this charisma can hide the fact that he has one child.

" Don't keep looking at me if you don't want to get into my charms." Harley's words made him flinch. He immediately threw away his gaze, the man was extremely narcissistic.

His eyes were fixed on the idle file on the table. His hand took one of the papers, he did not understand what was written in the letter. He only noticed the logo that was at the end of the letter.

" Dv Corp." Mumbled. Harley raised her gaze looking at Alma with a question mark.

" You work here?" Ask Alma quickly. He stared at Harley impatiently.

" What's up? You want to work there?" Alma stood up making him a little surprised. Moreover, the girl walked towards him and sat right beside him.

" Can you help me? You work there, don't you?" Ask Alma quickly. Harley cleared her throat in shock, her heart pounding slightly at the face of Alma who was too close to her.

The man finished his job first. After storing his laptop he sideways looked at Alma who looked sparkling.

" Sir, will you help me?" Tanya Alma.

" What am I supposed to do?"

Alma breathed a little relieved when she could do something to help her best friend. Obviously he remembered the name of the hotel booked by Jesslyn back then, but considering that the hotel belonged to someone famous made him unable to figure out what.

Alma explained her problem and her desire to see the cctv in Jesslyn's room at the time. He wanted to know who did it and made her accept her punishment.

After knowing the problem Harley silently looked at Alma's face who looked down gloomily. Inwardly she wondered why the girl was so worried about her friend compared to herself she thought. Harley breathed a rough sigh, which led Alma to speculate that Harley could not help him.

" What will I get if I find the culprit? You know that company isn't just any company."

Alma looked at the blue netra, a faint smile increasing the man's good looks in front of her. Unfortunately, he was not tempted.

" What do you want?" Alma took a sip of her savannah afraid that Harley was asking for something strange. But the man seemed to tease her with a suspicious smile.

" We'll see."

Drtts

Deringan his cell phone turned his eyes towards his cellphone on the table. She shrinks to see Jeano call her, not usually the man calls her.

Alma glanced at Harley for a bit then she immediately raised the call.

" Where are you?"

Alma slightly kept her phone away as soon as the noise from across.

" Why?" Ask Alma.

" I can't hear you because it's noisy here. You'd better susulin your husband who's drunk."

" Sagara's drunk?"

Alma is confused. But he chipped short.

" Lo take care of that temen lo! Sagara's part is strong drinking, drunken period?" Wonder Alma.

" It's normal to drink only a few glasses, but he's crazy. Lo apain him anyway? He's got 12 bottles of Lo tau!"

" What!?" Alma got up in shock.

" Yes hunt here! He called me Lo's name, then,"

Tut

Alma's lips twitched withstanding the swearing she wanted so badly to let out. He looked at Harley who raised his eyebrows omens asking him.

Alma could only smile.

Sagara loves to act.

......................

Alma came down from the Toyota Alphard car was staring at the building in front of him. The atmosphere is so crowded, teenage teenagers are not uncommon he saw with his open appearance. He looked at Harley who was about to come out, he immediately put his head inside.

" Thank you for nganterin. You better go home, I'm afraid hazel will wake up." Alma quibbled so Harley wouldn't follow in. It could be a problem if the man meets Sagara.

" Okay, please be careful. Those who are here are not good people. If anything happens just call me." Harley rubbed her head making her rewind her head. But the big hand held him back and he felt his head hit with the car but Harley's hand held him back.

" I just said, please be careful." His sweat. Alma stuttered, she immediately stood up straight.

" T-thank you."

" Focus Alma. Now he has to find Sagara! That guy's really troublesome."

He circulated his gaze as soon as he entered that glittering room. A deafening and oceanic voice with a roar from the sea of people dancing in the middle.

Alma walked in little by little as not many people were close to crashing. He covered his nose so as not to smell the pungent smell of the alcohol consumed by them.

His hand suddenly pulled strong making him squeal in shock. Indeed his screams were submerged, he soon rebelled but seeing Jeano made him stop the action. He followed the man from behind until they walked towards the corner of the room.

There was a man who lowered his head while rummaging indistinctly. Alma knows who the owner of the body is, he must be Sagara. He glanced at the table full of empty bottles of alcohol.

" Look at that stupid guy! I came here and got drunk! Kind of un-given rations," said Jeano.

Alma grimaced softly hearing, she approached Sagara and immediately grabbed the bottle that the man was about to drink again.

" Here! You want to die, huh?" Sagara's jolt with a reddened face did not forget his faint awareness of dispelling. The man blinked a few times to see clearly.

" What else do you want? Nih! Just get out there to death!" Ketus Alma put the bottle hard.

"Hm? You're Lyora?" Sagara hiccups with unstable body.

" It's me, who else do you think it is?!" Sewot Alma is upset.

Sagara suddenly rose to embrace him tightly, inhaling the distinctive aroma of Alma greedily.

The girl was glued. But the encouragement from Sagara made him realize. The shocked Jeano also spontaneously held her body back from falling.

" No no! She's not Lyora! He's liar! Hik" Sagara pointed at himself with his angry face.

" How dare you pretend to be Lyora. Here Lo hah?" Sagara suddenly almost attacked him if only Jeano did not hold the man.

Alma closed her eyes dizzy with Sagara's unexpected behavior. She gestured for Jeano to take her home before the man acted.

With all the disturbances that occurred due to the state of Sagara who was drunk, they finally arrived at his apartment. Jeano laid down the body of the man whose weight was so burdening on him.

Regulating her breath feeling exhausted. Alma felt guilty, "sorry yes, so losepotin Lo." He said sincerely.

" ha's... However he keeps my temen, I should have done this." Reply Jeano.

" Want a drink? I made it first."

" Eh no need, people at home must be waiting for me. I went home, "Alma just resigned as soon as Jeano refused.

" Sorry once, and thank you for calling me." Jeano nodded, and finally left the room. Alma looked at the sagara who was sleeping on the bed, she sighed.

His feet stepped towards the bathroom, intending to clean himself up first before helping the man.

Sagara blinked slowly feeling dizzy and heavy on his head. So aware he saw that he was already in his room. It must have been Jeano who did it, but when his ears caught the splashing sound of water in the shower made him immediately rise to his feet.

" Missy?" Mumbled.

Sagara shook his head. Maybe the girl came home. He himself said that he was with his mistress. Alma must have been angry because she left him by the side of the road.

The intention of punishing the girl, even she herself was tormented.

Sagara doesn't remember what happened. Though he is not someone who will forget the events that occurred even though he drank though.

But he was really late to drink just thinking about the girl who might be having fun with another man. His anger is stirring, Sagara ruffles his hair in frustration.

" Wake up?"

Sagara puffed up as a soft voice flowed beautifully in his ears. His gaze was locked on the one point where a girl had just come out of the bathroom.

" I must be hallucinating."

The man lowered his head while pinching his temple.

Alma sighed, she recalled the incident where Sagara was rumbling while calling her name with raucous not wanting to be left behind.

All his memories overlapped, Sagara who was always near him. Support what he is doing and help him from behind.

Then the words of Sagara's grandmother ringed in his head.

"Grandmother hopes that with presence you can change it little by little. For grandma, her happiness is grandma's happiness too."

Sagara has also shown the changes little by little.

Maybe giving him one more chance doesn't matter, right?

Alma walked towards the man, without a cue she sat on his lap and hugged the man.

" Missy?" Sluggishly. Sagara returned his embrace and rested his head on Alma's boat feeling calm.

Alma hugged the man's neck tightly, "excuse me, I won't do anything like that anymore." Whispers slowly.

Alma releases a hug making a little distance so that she can see Sagara's face. His hand is still on Sagara's shoulder.

" Don't get drunk anymore, I don't like it." Alma.

Sagara looked at the girl. One of his hands still hugged the girl's waist tightly, while the other was raised stroking the tip of Alma's head and tidying up the slightly messy bangs.

" Yes, I'm sorry."