Wagering
Come and Go

Blue and Fabian's online taxi messages arrived at about the same time. Both of them immediately entered the taxi, and the vehicle immediately carried them to the opposite direction.

In the taxi he ordered, Blue sat on the left passenger seat. His gaze was thrown far out the window, at anything he encountered along the way.

Then, in the midst of his chaotic thoughts, Blue found the face of the young man who had been with him at the club. Yang claimed to be his girlfriend, who shared a cigarette with him, and who passed away without a word of farewell.

Throughout his life, Blue has met many people with different traits and characters. Almost everything he could read in the first meeting, so he could prepare himself to build a defensive wall so as not to get hurt while interacting with the person.

But the young man earlier (whom he did not remember what his name was), was somewhat different. At one point, when he first heard his crisp laugh, Blue thought he was an easy going young man and it was indeed that easy to blend in with the people around.

But at another point when he told about his friends, Blue felt that the young man had one sturdy fortress, which would not be that easy to penetrate by the people he met.

Then at another point again, when the young man tried to tell about the lighter he said was designed himself, Blue felt that the young man was someone who was lonely, just like himself.

The young man seemed to have many sides, which came in and out and it was too difficult to guess when that side would appear.

"Interesting," he muttered, just before in one part of his brain, he recalled that there was one name that the young man had mentioned in the middle of his chat with Gerrad.

Basque. That's a common name. All over the world, there could be many humans named Baskara. In fact, his last name or first name can be the same as Baskara who he knows.

Even so, Blue still feels the pain that is greatest every time the name is called, even by strangers who he accidentally met during the trip.

As the taxi drove further and further away, Blue's mind also gradually became cloudy. Started back full of the name Baskara and the things that happened between them years before.

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As usual, no one welcomed Fabian's return when his foot stepped on the courtyard of this four-story mansion.

The towering gate he opened himself, then he closed again without anyone's help. Since the security guard assigned to guard the house died in an accident six months ago, no one has been hired to replace him.

The reason was only one, his mother did not trust anyone anymore, and the last security guard they hired was the only person he trusted in this house.

Yes, the mother doesn't even believe in her. Saying that he and his father (who knows who) are both unbelievable and just always brings bad luck into his life.

If so, Fabian would have wondered. Why was he born into the world? Wouldn't it be better if she was removed since she was still in the womb?

Fabian once asked that directly to the mother, but at the end of the day he did not get an answer because the mother would just pass from before him, go to the beer storage cellar located underground and start downing bottles of beer until fainting.

Fabian's footsteps stopped in front of the entrance. Take a moment to consider whether he should continue, or just turn around and stay at the hotel as he usually does when the atmosphere of the house feels at the most uncomfortable point.

But in the end, Fabian decided to keep going with the consideration that it was almost morning and going to the hotel required too much energy.

Fabian stepped cautiously, checking for any signs of his mother in the room he was about to walk through.

And after making sure the rooms were sterile from the existence of the mother, Fabian stepped casually into his room on the second floor with a drastically decreased alertness

However, only until his feet in front of the room door, Fabian was made to jump because the sound of glassware was so loud to reach the ears. His voice came from the very end of the room, which was his mother's room.

Without having to check, Fabian already knew that his mother must be venting his emotions to innocent objects in his room. A few days ago, sleeping lights and flower vases were targeted, tonight, no matter what else was slammed into the wall to help channel his anger.

Fabian did not care, but he decided not to go to his mother because if he did, her emotions would get worse. The woman would always hurt herself, whenever Fabian came with the intention to help.

In the room, Fabian laid himself on the mattress with the position of his stomach and his two legs dangling. She grabbed a pillow, used it to cover her head and hoped it would help her a little.

As he had said before, his world had indeed come to an end, and several times throughout his life, Fabian had hoped that he would not open his eyes again the next day after he had closed his eyes forcefully the night before.

...****************...

From the hotel, Baskara did not return home. He turned his car towards the club where he used to hang out with the members of Pain Killer. She needs alcohol to help her relieve the bit of dizziness she's been suffering from in her head.

The car is parked neatly next to other cars that have already filled the slot. Baskara walked towards the entrance and was able to walk off without a hitch as the two guards standing on the right and left sides of the club door already knew him well.

Behind the bar table, Gerald seemed busy concocting drinks for a woman sitting alone. From a distance alone, Baskara knew that the woman was drunk and almost collapsed.

"Give it to me," said Baskara, suddenly reaching for a glass containing Vodka that Gerald had just offered to the woman.

The owner of Vodka glared in dislike, stared intently at Baskara and tried to reclaim what should have been his.

But Baskara seemed unconcerned and immediately downed Vodka to the toilet.

The real Gerald was surprised because of the sudden arrival of Baskara, still trying to be calm while persuading the female customer that had not rampaged over Baskara's attitude as good as he could.

"I made a new one" said Gerald. However, before his hand managed to reach for the glass to start concocting a new drink, Baskara had already blocked his movement.

"He's gone, don't add any more." It was clear Baskara when Gerald asked through his eyes.

Gerald turned to look at the female customer beside Baskara. Sure enough, the woman was already seen almost fainted with reddened eyes and a gaze that was no longer focused.

"Call a cab, Ger, pity." Baskara said again, after releasing the check on Gerald's arm.

Gerald sighed softly, then followed what Baskara said by directly removing the phone and calling his taxi service. He usually only calls if the teler is a member of the Pain Killer gang, on his other customers, Gerald has never been this cool.

"They're on the way, '" he told Baskara.

Calling a taxi for the female customer seemed like the right move, because just after Gerald said so to Baskara, the woman fell unconscious with her body face down on the bar table.

"Let you anterin him forward, yes," pinta Baskara.

Gerald grunts. "Gue has to keep behind the counter, afraid there's a customer."

"In the meantime, let me take care of you here." Kekeuh Baskara's.

"If you're that bike, why don't you just anterin him ahead?" gerald asked, not knowing why Baskara always told him to do things like this.

"If I'm the one who anterin him ahead, which is not me entering a taxi, this girl even I enter the hotel room." Gurau Baskara, chuckles alone because Gerald doesn't catch anything funny.

"Transfer to me as usual" Gerald said before walking out of the bar table and carrying the body of the unconscious woman and then walking to the club's exit.

Baskara chuckled at Gerald doing the task while grumbling. Gerald it .. funny. The body alone is big and muscular, when originally a carpenter and likes to nag, exactly mother-female.

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