The Second Lead Fate
Forty Two

Ambar approached Ratih who appeared to be still crying and trying to calm his childhood friend.

"We're going home"

Ratih did not reply, only being able to follow Ambar's steps towards the car. Before coming out of the parking lot, Ambar turned his head and saw the guy who had met him was still in the same place. Stand up straight with an ash shirt with the top buttons open. And that guy's suit still wraps warmly Ambar's body until now.

"Mbar, I'm going to get divorced again" said Ratih and then cried. Ambar can only take a deep breath, trying to sympathize with his friend's marriage path full of unpleasant stories.

"You talk to your husband again. Before mutusin anything" said Ambar trying to calm down.

"You chick I can rival Mbar. But this is right" Ratih cried again and Ambar did not dare to comment any more.

The two of them reached Ambar's courtyard at about three in the morning. Before getting out of the car, Ambar remembers to take off Boss Kenzo's suit. He couldn't possibly have walked into the house with a man's suit perched on his shoulder.

"I want to get here, Mbar?"

"Huh? Your house is deket"

Although Ambar felt sympathy for Ratih, but the children of his friend were passively worried about his mother.

"I don't want to look like a gini"

Before Ambar could answer, his mother came out of the house and spoke.

"You sleep in your own house. Poor kids you've been waiting for"

"Lho Budhe hasn't slept?"

"How could Budhe sleep if Ambar hadn't come home yet"

"Yes, thank you for nganter ya Mbar"

"Yes." Yeah."

Ratih finally returned to his house which was approximately ten meters away. Ambar and his mother also stepped inside the house.

"Where is Ratih's husband?"

"Well, I've met Mom"

"Continue?"

"Don't know. But Ratih keeps telling me she wants a divorce"

"Geez, what a pity the child. Her first husband cheated on her with his son Junior High. Now ... "

"Ambar wants to go to bed. It's still clocking up this time"

"Yes. You sleep now"

Ambar took the stairs to his room and laid down on his warm bed. But not as warm as the suit given by the guy. Maybe the material is different in price, so the quality is also far away, thought Ambar trying to eliminate other thoughts.

But it can't. He just kept thinking that Boss Kenzo was acting weird. The guy was angry that Ambar was at his nightclub. The guy also suddenly gave her a suit just to protect Ambar from the early morning cold. Ambar was confused, what was the guy thinking? Is it angry or worried? Ambar did not understand. She should just sleep because tonight was exhausting, Ambar thought.

The next morning, Ambar woke up a little late. He hurriedly prayed dawn and went downstairs to help his mother wash her clothes.

"Aren't you still drowsy?"

"No Ma'am"

Ambar immediately went to the back of the house and began to put clothes in the washing machine, when the phone he carried in his pants rang. He immediately picked up because he thought it was from one of the souvenir bookers.

"Assynogaic"

There was no reply from the caller or anything.

"Hello. Can anyone help?"

"What time are you home?"

"Huh?"

Ambar stopped putting clothes in the washing machine and saw Kenzo Boss' name on his phone screen. Why did he call her this early in the morning? And again asked about what time he got home. Does Ambar have to answer?

"Are you deaf?"

"three o'clock" Ambar finally replied because he did not want to continue hearing ridicule from the mouth of the bule boy.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes"

"What are you doing?" ask the guy after silence.

"Holy one"

"Jasku?"

"Huh?"

"Did you wash my coat?"

"Oh. Nook. Should it be washed?"

"Just give me my suit if you don't wash it"

"What's? Didn't he say it didn't have to be returned?"

"It costs more than your income a year"

"Huh???" yell Ambar surprised. The material is very warm and smooth. It seems really expensive.

"Bring to my apartment!"

"Well, didn't you go to the cafe yesterday?"

"Bring to my apartment"

"yes .. yes" You forced boy. Ambar can't win against that guy.

"Wait until nine o'clock"

"I still have to wash, cook, bathe, get ready"

Uncompleted Ambar explained the activities he had to do this morning, the sound of the phone breaking just like that. Damn it Ambar met the guy.it is not good to meet the guy. Just now Ambar is grateful to get help from the guy while at the club. Now he draws his compliments.

Ambar does all his morning work with superhuman fitness. Until his mother was surprised to see a super simple breakfast of omelet on the table that was left alone.

"Lho, you didn't eat first Mbar?"

"Speak ma'am. Later on"

Ambar almost fell because he ran to his car which had just rested for only a few hours. It's eight o'clock in the morning, so he'd better quickly return the suit and open the shop. But wait, does Ambar know the guy's apartment? All he still remembers is a small apartment like a pigsty in the city center six years ago.and now that guy lives in which apartment? looking at his bustling cafe and nightclub, it seems unlikely that the guy still chooses a small apartment to stay in. Then, how better is this? Ambar held the soft and warm suit and decided to follow his instincts. There was no way he would ask Kenzo without raising a lot of questions later. Ambar sets out for a downtown apartment that is faint in his memory. After circling around a few times, he finally stopped at an apartment building that was the same as six years ago. He remembered the iuni apartment because it was opposite the minimarket where he bought cleaning tools at that time.

But he forgot the floor and room number of the bule boy. Ambar forced to contact Kenzo Boss and ask about the problem of room number.

"Fifth floor, number 2942" the man replied briefly and hung up. Ambar wanted to curse but was arrested. He immediately went to the room in question and pressed the bell. The door opened and as it went back in time, Ambar saw the same room as six years ago. He remembered every detail of the apartment room because he had cleaned it for a long time. How could this place be the same as the one in his memory?

"Where's my suit?" There was a deep voice that made Ambar's shoulders automatically go up. He turned around and in front of him was a guy wearing a black shirt with brown pants. Because of that shirt, Ambar could see the muscle bulge that was on Boss Kenzo's arm.

'How big. Surely if the gallon lift is really easy' thought Ambar a little off the mark. He felt something in his lower stomach. Ambar lifted the paper bag he had in his hand and thrust it at Boss Kenzo.

"This. I'll go first"

"Who let you go?"

"Huh?" Ambar did not believe what he heard. This guy forbid him to go? Wh why?

"Do you think I'll just let you go?"

Between wanting to answer and trying to understand the question, Ambar chose silence at this time. He didn't know what to think now. There's no way that something happened to her, right?

"I'm just dropping off a suit"

"You came here by yourself?"

"Yes"

"good. Then no one knows"

"Huh?"

"Once again you use that two-letter word again. I'm gonna rip off the clothes you're wearing and ... "

"Aaaahhhhhhhh!!!!" yell Ambar loudly. He didn't want to think that way. He doesn't want to.