Wagering
She Belong to You

The night, the air gets colder. Baskara tightened the jacket she was wearing to help warm her body. Three cigarettes had already been smoked, and he planned to light another one before moving from the balcony of the 2nd floor of the headquarters.

He's alone here. Blue is on his way home, delivered by Fabian as his responsible girlfriend. Reno and Juan had also gone home about 15 minutes ago, a little bit of a frenzy because it seems that the matter of Jasmine who had become the sugar baby of Reno's father had caused a new commotion.

“After everything you've been through, why should you die like this?” he murmured, with a gaze that floated far through the dense clouds above. In her shadow, Jasmine was there. Smiling stupidly as if laughing at himself who did not have the courage to do the same.

Die. Baskara had often imagined it. Taking his own life in various ways was also often thought of. But until the wrinkles of his brain, that agenda still could not he do because there was something that continued to hold him in this bastard world.

“Lo even has a nyokap whose life depends on the same lo, bego.” Omelnya, when in her shadow, Jasmine's smile increasingly looks annoying.

Indeed, no one ever knew how heavy someone was to bear the burden. How severe the mental illness suffered until the tendency to end life is even higher. But, until this second, Baskara still did not understand why Jasmine did it. The girl's death was awkward to call an attempt to end her life.

Because, until the last day when they met, Baskara could see such great ambition from the look in the girl's eyes. An ambition to be known. The ambition to be recognized as her, Samara Jasmine, instead continues to be referred to as a sugar baby. Also other ambitions that others may not be able to see, but seem so obvious in Baskara's view.

Not one of those ambitions has been fulfilled. So, what if Jasmine gives up?

“My girl is upset because she died, you know. You are evil, yes. It's weird for my girl.” Baskara laughed at the end of the sentence.

His relationship with Jasmine was indeed not good. But the girl's death, somehow, still brings her own grief. This was probably because he knew that the girl's life was no less damaged than hers and the other members of Pain Killer. A kind of feeling of fate like a haven—or what are people used to call it.

“Gue .. sorry for any injuries you have suffered so far, Mine. Yeah, I know this sounds weird because I can just talk like this right now. You know, ngeselin, anjir. If I say like this while you're still alive, you'll be sticking to me!”

Really am. Baskara now really looks like a madman talking to himself. But what does he care about the judgment of others? He just wanted to bring out everything that stuck in his heart.

“Deady isn't good anyway? Kok lo it seems to be very desperate to die, instead of waiting until picked up by God.”

“Not good, no need to digress.”

“Dog!” Baskara reflexes swearing. He almost fell out of the chair because of Fabian's sudden interrupting voice. I don't know since when the young man was there, standing in the balcony doorway while hurting his hands.

“Lo why is talking alone? Is it because Jasmine died?” feeling no guilt at all, Fabian walked over. “By the time he was alive, you antipathy very much with him.” The young man continued after sitting next to Baskara.

“Gue is not upset!” sergeant Baskara. It's good that he's upset because Jasmine is dead. “Gue just doesn't understand why Jasmine is dead. Though there are still many sugar daddy that he can porotin his money.”

“Maybe he already lives in a world full of this charade.” Chirp Fabian with ease. Without permission, he snatched one cigarette and lit it. “Atau ... he again ngincer sugar daddy in heaven?” he continued after exhaling cigarette smoke right in front of Baskara's face.

The young man was clearly coughing because of his actions, but he as the perpetrator actually chuckled slowly to see Baskara's hand wagging in front of the face in order to expel the smoke of the damn cigarette that he exhaled.

“In heaven where there is sugar daddy? After all, PD really he's going to heaven? The one in hell noh where he is, together we-we later.”

“Kita? Oh, I'm not.”

Baskara throbbing, “Dih, the anjir. Do you want to go to heaven alone? Not loyal friends very.”

“Later I will take permission to God, so lo, Juan and Reno can play to heaven once a week.”

For a few minutes, there was no sound between them. The smoke coming from the cigarettes they smoked clashed against each other in front of the face, swirling there before his mind vanished into the wind.

Until the time came that Fabian's cigarettes ran out first. The young man placed the butts on the ashtray, deliberately not turning off the remaining embers and allowing them to be extinguished on their own. Then, the young man reached into his pants pocket, pulled out a motor key which he placed on the table.

The key of the motor looks familiar, especially to Baskara. So his existence clearly made the young man's forehead wrinkle a lot. Cigarettes are still a lot left, he just dumped it on the ashtray, overlapping with Fabian's fire embers began to extinguish.

“What's new?” tanyanya pointed at the key of the motor as her eyes looked at Fabian suspiciously.

“Gue balikin.” Fabian.

“Yes why behind? Did you win the bet?” ask Baskara getting confused.

“Gue lost.”

“Hah?! What the hell, I don't understand.”

“Gue lost a bet, Bas. I turned the key of the bike, I also returned to Lo.” Sabiru

“Hah?!”

“Hah heh hoh mulu lo kayak again niup kelomang!” Fabian.

For a moment, Baskara was silent. He looked back and forth at the keys of his motorbike and Fabian alternately. His brain was still loading, having not managed to digest what Fabian had said some time before.

“What do you mean?” ask again in a soft voice.

“Gue balikin Sabiru to lo, Baskara. Cuz she belong to you. Well, I don't know if you still have feelings for each other or not. But I don't want to risk being close to Blue anymore, afraid of falling in real love. No exclamation if you have to wrestle girls equally lo.” Fabian explained at length.

“Wait, lo—“

Fabian nodded. “Gue already knows everything.”

Baskara looked at Fabian with her mouth half open. Completely at a loss for words, not expecting this rancid boy before him turned out to secretly know many things. Wow, really can't be allowed.

“No need to watch me up to his side. Mending you now think how to make clear to Reno about lo the same Blue, so that the child does not poke.” Fabian chuckles amusedly, already imagining Reno's reog expression if the young man knows Baskara and Blue have an unexpected relationship. Moreover, the boy was already so eager to make Blue a member of the 5th Pain Killer and the relationship between Blue and Baskara would obviously be a barrier to launch his intention.

Looking at Baskara who was still cengo, Fabian also laughed. He then got up from the chair, only to put twice a pat on the young man's shoulder as a form of spirit. “Good luck, yes. Pray that your butt will not be kicked by Reno until tepos.” He said, then sauntered leisurely leaving Baskara increasingly at a loss for words.

“Did I follow Jasmine, huh? Da ngeliatin Reno mosquito is also more cerebral, euy.” Baskara muttered alone.

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