Wagering
We Need to Talk

Time went on, drowning Jeffrey along with the contents of a disheveled head. I don't know how long he's been here, sitting pensively in his study in dim lighting, staring at a phone whose screen went out.

Only one thing he was waiting for earlier, was the reply to the message he had sent to Raya since almost three hours ago. Many times he checked his phone, and many times it was also he was forced to swallow disappointment because the reply he was waiting for did not actually come. Let alone being replied, the last time he checked a few minutes ago, the message he sent only left a gray tick.

Jeffrey again grabbed his phone, tapping the screen twice until the screen that was originally black began to light up. There, the bubble chat he sent out still only had a tick of one. But a few seconds later, the tick increased by one more and a fraction of a second after it changed color to blue—the message sign had been read by Raya.

Jeffrey's enthusiasm for receiving a reply was already so high. He stared at the screen of his phone with sparkling eyes, hoping anxiously to guess what kind of sentence Raya would write for him. As long as he sent the message to the woman, the reply he received was always yes or no. Because it is those messages that make Raya can not give a reply other than the two words. But the message he sent last time was different. So it should be, Raya also gave a different reply.

But waiting to have a wait, none of the replies came. The online sign under the name of the contact suddenly disappeared, hinting that the woman had finally decided to let the message Jeffrey sent read without a reply.

Disappointed? For sure. But Jeffrey had no time to soothe his disappointment as his cloud quickly caught the sound of the roar of a car coming into his yard.

Jeffrey's attention on his phone immediately switched. The flat object he left on the table while he galloped towards the large glass window in his study. For the sake of peering through the curtain gap, making sure that the car that just entered was Baskara's. Because if it turned out to be Sera's, he would just pretend not to hear it.

"You're finally home." Jeffrey murmured after his eyes caught Baskara's figure coming out of the car then walked casually into the house. The boy had even prepared a spare key, as if knowing that no one would open the door when he slipped into the house at midnight.

Not wanting to lose the moment where he could interrogate Baskara about where the boy had gone last night, Jeffrey rushed out of his study. One by one the stairs he came down in a hurry, but still made sure he was safe by holding on to the edge of the stairs.

Once when his feet stepped on the last rung of the stairs, Baskara emerged from behind the living room divider with a living room. The young man looked surprised to find his presence. It was obvious from his sudden halting steps and a gaze that was fixated for quite a while.

"We need to talk." Jeffrey said before Baskara was looking for a reason to run away.

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"We need to talk."

Baskara's feelings were already bad when the sentence came out of Jeffrey's lips. He grimaced, wondering what his father would want to discuss with him now. Segin clock. It was past midnight where one day the old man had already fallen asleep in his room.

But how else, even running away can not. So he can only follow Jeffrey's order to sit on the sofa in the middle room, where the man had already taken a position on the single sofa facing right towards him.

With a dragged step, Baskara walked towards the long sofa on Jeffrey's left side. He sat there, still nailing to the father even though it was actually the wrong action. Forcing to look into his father's dark eyes actually only made his anxiety grow. But again, there is no better option for him to do at the moment. If you try to avoid eye contact, it will look more and more judged.

"Where were you last night?" the same question comes from different people.

Baskara could have lied by saying that she slept at Fabian's house. But just in case, fearing that the mother has already given the leak, then Baskara prefers to answer honestly. "In Sabiru's apartment." Said slowly. Not because he was afraid of being taken in, but more to himself who was hesitant about speculating why his father wanted to know where he was last night.

Is it because her mother asked? Or is this purely the initiative of his own father, who is really trying to live out his role as a father?

"Saturday?" jeffrey's forehead seemed faintly wrinkled, a sign that he was forcing his brain to work a little harder to find information about someone named Sabiru.

"What's your gelendotin?" jeffrey asked, because what appeared in his head was Jasmine.

Baskara shook her head, "That's mah Jasmine. One more, coming with Fabian."

Jeffrey rounded his mouth with a beard, but not for long, he snorted. "You're doing girls' house?!" ask her in a rather high tone.

This response Baskara had expected, so he was no longer surprised. At the very least, the furore inflicted by his father would not be worse than that made by his mother. At the very least, he could be more relaxed facing her. They are both men, right? Their point of view should be the same.

As if he didn't feel like what he was doing was wrong, Baskara nodded his head. "Not just any girl. He's Baskara's boyfriend." He said with a smile. Presumably proud because he could finally call Sabiru his lover.

"God!" unexpectedly, the deadly tremor landed on Baskara's arm, making him grimace and his smile fade instantly.

"Why the hell?" ask her with a look of my eyes and frowning lips. Sok-sokan put a face of melas even though it did not work at all for Jeffrey.

"How come why?" Jeffrey asked back. Oh, naw. He didn't expect Baskara to say it, because it would be so annoying. So before going first, Jeffrey continued. "It's so relaxing to be at a girl's house. What if something happens?"

But basically Baskara was indeed gesrek, which came out of the lips of the young man even more makes Jeffrey anxious to squeeze his kidneys.

With ease the boy said, "Yes not how-how, even if Baskara can love Papa with Mama grandson. Let's add our house rame."

For God's sake, Jeffrey no longer knew where this absurd nature of his son came from. Because according to him, he does not have that nature at all. Especially Sera.

"The mouth is careless!" Jeffrey patted Baskara's lips slowly, making his son frown even more. "What do you think being a father is easy?"

"Yes not." Baskara still while scowling. "Much far away he thought. Baskara is dear to Blue, so there will be no thought to destroy his future. Just calm. Nang." He nodded with great emphasis at the end of his sentence.

Jeffrey could not make any further arguments, so he could only shake his head slowly with a sigh of resignation. "Yes, yeah. Papa believes. But you still can not often nginep in the house of girls, not good. We never know where temptation comes from." He gives advice. One piece of advice he should have said more to himself.

Baskara mangosteen only. But he didn't listen too much. He thought, that was a classic piece of advice he didn't need to hear straight from his father's mouth. He's heard it a lot. And, it's true. No one knows where the temptation comes from. But when it comes to Sabiru, Baskara can guarantee that he will not cross the line.

"Yes, there you sleep." Jeffrey.

Again Baskara nodded obediently. No protest came out of his lips, and the young man took a leisurely step up the stairs to his room while Jeffrey was still holding on to his position.

Shortly after the sound of the door of Baskara's room being closed was heard, the sound of another car's roar followed. Needless to guess, it was definitely Sera. And since Jeffrey wasn't in a good mood to start another debate with the woman, he hurried away before Sera appeared from behind the door.

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