Wagering
Breakfasted

Sunday for Baskara is actually the laziest day in the world. But that doesn't apply to this week's day. Early in the morning, even when the sun had not really risen to his throne, Baskara was already standing in front of the door of Sabiru's apartment, ring the bell with such vigor that the neighbor next to the Blue unit came out checking because he thought the bell in their unit was the one that rang.

But unlike her visibly excited self despite sleeping only a few hours a night, Blue seems to have the intention to spend the week just in a hyper-tolerant bed. The proof, until many times he hit the bell, the girl has not also opened the door for him.

“My girl when sleeping kebo too.” His comments. Want to squeeze the bell once again, but afraid that the neighbors of other units will be disturbed and impact on Sabiru who will be nagged later. Therefore, he prefers to pull out his phone, call Sabiru so that the girl gets up immediately and opens the door.

The sound of waiting sounds so disturbing, because until it runs out, the phone will not be lifted. Once again, the results remain the same. Either Sabiru is completely kebo, or the girl forgot to turn on the ring mode on her phone.

“Yes cook I have to go home again?” he muttered with a nanar gaze fixed on the white crackle bag he was carrying. Inside there were two servings of chicken porridge, he deliberately bought on the way here because he wanted to have breakfast together with the lover of heart. Until yesterday when they split up, the girl still looked worried about Jasmine's death. As a good boyfriend, he does not want the turmoil to be sustainable and may affect his appetite.

“Ngak. Just delicious. I've had a lot of effort, where can I go home?” trying his luck, he called Blue one more time.

The waiting tone was still echoing, but strangely, Blue's voice was clearly heard in his ears.

“Bas,” so said.

Baskara lowered the phone from the ear to just check. And it turns out that's right, the phone hasn't been connected. Where did the blue sound come from? Is he hallucinating or is he a ghost?

“Bas!” his voice was a bit loud. Baskara jumped in shock, almost dropping the phone if only his hand did not swiftly catch the flat object before landing pretty on the floor.

Not yet finished his shock, it was added again when a pat landed on his shoulder. Baskara turned around with a flash of motion, instantly installing horses to protect himself from any creature before him.

But instead of a creepy creature like the one in his shadow, he actually found Blue standing with a confused look in front of him. To ensure that it was indeed Blue, Baskara lowered his gaze down to the girl's feet. Retracing. That means it's not a ghost.

“Heh!” one more pat he received, this time landing on his chest. Based on his strength anyway, this fix did come from Sabiru. That girl is not a ghost!

“Lo why the hell?!” Blue looks sewot, while Baskara even grimace while rubbing his neck misbehavior.

“Gue thought you were a ghost.” Her great-grandchild. Just to get a super rogue shot from the beautiful girl in front of him who doesn't accept the ghost.

Lazy to extend the ghost case, Blue broke through Baskara's body and entered the access code to open the door. He did not bother to let Baskara in. Because without being told, the young man had tailed behind him like a duckling who was afraid of losing the mother.

“Lo why early morning here?” tanya Blue after letting Baskara sit on the sofa, while herself prefers to stand near the television while resting one hand on the table.

Baskara smiled sumringah as she lifted the bag of crackles she was carrying up high, flaunting it to Sabiru. “You have breakfast with.” He said excitedly.

However, his spirit was instantly extinguished as Blue innocently said. “Gue has breakfast.”

“When?” ask Baskara while scowling.

“Barusan,” Blue replied casually.

Baksara is getting frowning. His eyes squeaked, checking the appearance of Sabiru which is more like a puff with hair tied asal—makes some strands dangling without keruan—and the white oversize sweatshirt worn also looks tangled. And oh, no pants! Did the girl wander out without wearing pants?!

“Woy!” suddenly, he immediately got up from his seat after throwing the bag of crackles he brought to the table.

Blue who initially relaxed just put his hands on the table and then re-establish his body when Baskara knew to walk quickly towards him.

“Why si—“

Baskara ruffled his waist in front of Blue, his gaze back down exploring a small part of Sabiru's smooth thighs that were not covered oversized jerseys that were only slightly above the knee. “Lo wander out wearing kayak gini?!” baskara's gaze rose, staring at Sabiru who still looked confused by her behavior.

“No pants on?!” the accusation.

“You don't wear pants?! Wear, lah!” Blue follow. The one who was initially confused, now turned even more fierce.

“Mana?!” Baskara is still insistent. His gaze dropped again, but before he raised his gaze to challenge Blue, he was already rewarded with a jewel that instantly made his ears heat up. “Woy! Pain!” he complained while holding his ear which was still picked by Blue.

As if unconcerned at the moaning of her pain, Blue instead walked over, dragging her with her still-worn ears in full force.

“Bi, pain!” Baskara tried to escape. But in vain because Blue has already turned into a reog. Finally, he just resigned. Until then the girl released her jewelry and pushed her body to bounce on the sofa.

“But rough!” call Baskara again. Her ears were hot she rubbed several times. “While I'm just nanya.” He nodded, but with a soft voice.

“Lo's question doesn't make sense!” blue Sergah. Then, the girl sat down next to Baskara. With the movement of the sewot he began to remove the chicken porridge from the bag of crackles, then thrust it in front of the young man. “Eat! You're here to eat, right?!” her word.

“Males. You ate first.” Baskara. In one jolt, he shifted his sitting position to the end of the sofa. Both hands he folded in front of his chest, while his back was leaned against the sofa and the gaze he threw away in the other direction.

“Such stools sokan crab.” Blue sneers. But even so, he still shifted his seat closer. Drawn Baskara's arm, making the young man inevitably re-enforce his sitting position. “Eat. I'm temenin.” Further.

“Ngak.” Baskara the stone head.

In fact, Blue's patience is sometimes no thicker than a facial tissue divided by seven. And the bad news, this time included into sometimes it was. So when he saw Baskara never reach for his chicken porridge, Blue again floated a loud thump on the young man's shoulder.

“Eat!” her word. This time accompanied by a hand movement that scoops the chicken porridge and thrust it in front of Baskara's mouth. “Gue count to one, if you do not mangap, I broke the neck lo.” Threatened him.

“Sa—“

Not finished he said, Baskara has opened his mouth wide. Blue let out a low sigh, then stuffed a spoonful of porridge into the young man's mouth. “Munny slowly.” He warned.

Baskara did not answer. Like a baby who has just learned to eat, he just resignedly accepted the bribe after the bribe made by Sabiru. No protest came out, even when the mouthful the girl made was too much to make her cheeks bulge full.

“That's pinter. Don't use drama, ribet.” Blue nagged, but his hand remained painstakingly feeding the porridge into Baskara's mouth. Not only feeding, he also patiently rubbed the corners of the lips of the young man who was troubled because he was too much to feed the porridge.

Again Baskara did not comment because his mouth was always full. Blue seemed to give him no time to talk by continuously feeding him right after he finished chewing.

It didn't take long, Baskara's porridge was up. Blue cleaned up the porridge strofoam, put it in a crackle bag then he got up to throw it in the trash.

Baskara still did not protest. He let Blue pass to the kitchen to clean up all the trash. Until not long ago, the girl appeared again with a glass of water and then thrust to him. He received the water with pleasure, took a sip three times and then placed the half-full glass on the table.

Now, his stomach is full. There were no more roars coming from the adorable little worms living in his intestines.

But the thing is, there's still one untouched serving of chicken porridge. He was always taught not to waste food. So looking at the chicken porridge he bought with his parents' money, of course, Baskara went back to being sad.

The change in the look of the face was caught clearly by Blue, who then immediately grabbed another portion of chicken porridge and opened it. One big bribe he made, he chewed slowly even though the actual texture of the chicken porridge was quite smooth and he could immediately swallow.

When he was about to make the 2nd bribe, Baskara suddenly just held his arm. Blue turned his head, finding the young man showing a worried face that was not too obvious. “What?” tanyakanya.

“Do not be forced, later your stomach even hurts.”

“My stomach is big, it can still fit if only chicken porridge.” Blue said, then let go of Baskara's hand so that he could continue eating.

After that, no one spoke. Blue busy putting the porridge into the mouth, stop for a while if it feels like his stomach is a bit starting to give rejection. While Baskara just silently watched how the girl next to him chewed his porridge demgan solemn. Every now and then he would reach out his hand, rubbing the corner of Blue's lips as hard as the girl had done to him earlier.

“By the way,” when the porridge inside the remaining container three more spoons, Blue distracts to Baskara. “Lo last night home what time?” tanyakanya. He just realized Baskara wasn't preaching it at all last night. Whereas usually, the young man would strafe him with many messages just to tell where he was.

Blue nodded, then spooned again the porridge into his mouth. “Keep, what time do you sleep? How diligent have you been here so early in the morning?”

“Jam 2, maybe? Don't know, lah. Can't remember. I came here because I was worried about eating breakfast because I was still upset about Jasmine.” To be honest.

“You want me to eat breakfast though, Jasmine will not live again. You yourself are telling me not to regret too much what has happened?”

"Yes, but I'm still worried. His son is easy to think of."

"Now it's not." Blue interrupts. His chicken was finally finished. Sterofoam he sorted out, put away for later he dumped in the trash. Drinking water from Baskara he sank to the end, then he looked back at the young man. "No need to worry, this lo girl is already much stronger than she used to be." Next, along with a sweet smile of honey. Then, he passed by carrying trash and empty glasses towards the kitchen.

In his seat, Baskara could only look at Blue's narrow back with cheeks that felt heated. "Lo's girl." He muttered alone while holding both sides of his cheeks that were already as red as boiled tomatoes.

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

I don't know when exactly, but Fabian had heard that someone suddenly turned 180 degrees from his habit, it was a sign that death was close to that person. In the past, Fabian didn't really believe in that. There is no scientific evidence to support this statement.

Many of his curse friends who suddenly repent, suddenly became a child of God who is very diligent in church service, but still lives until now. There are also alim children who were far from obedience, but suddenly began to approach alcohol and promiscuity, but his life is still fine. None of them suddenly die any time soon after changing their habits.

But for now, Fabian begins to question the truth of the theory.

Know why?

Because the sight that was seen before his eyes right now was really too difficult to believe.

What kind of sight?

Oh, you probably never would've imagined it.

Raya—iya, Raya, her mother Fabian— seems busy with various cookware. The sea blue dress worn last night was still perfectly attached to her slender body. Only, this time there is a deep black apron lining the dress to keep it from splashing oil and various spices. The woman moves from one point to another. Jemari lentiknya even look shrewd when grazing salt and sprinkled it on a wok— that is somehow being used to cook what.

Fabian had to rub his eyes several times to make sure that he was not hallucinating. Because perhaps, it is one of the effects of the lack of hours of sleep that he has.

But no matter how much he rubbed his eyes, the scene before him had not changed at all.

Meaning what?

Yeah, correct. This isn't a dream. Not a hallucination.

At this point, Fabian was not happy. He even felt anxious because usually, there was always a great storm hiding from the beautiful things that appeared before his eyes. The last time she found her mother smiling brightly, she ended up getting a stab wound on her left chest, right?

But already knowing so, his selfless legs still stepped closer. The sound produced from the flip flops that became his footwear was clearly quite disturbing, making Raya who had been cool with her own world then turned her body around until their gazes met.

Strangely enough, the woman's gaze was still the same as last night. Feel shady, even tend to be impressed like a gaze that is worthy in the eyes of a mother.

"Why what?" that stupid question escaped Fabian's lips. There is no time to regret, nor can we take back what was said. Then he could only wait until his mother gave him an answer.

But instead of replying, the woman turned her back, turned her back on Fabian and continued her cooking activities that had been delayed due to minor annoyances coming from her son.

Being ignored for Fabian was already an everyday meal. It even feels like a routine. So he did not take a headache and instead slid into the refrigerator and took a bottle of mineral water. The goal is to get up from the mattress and want to bother going down to the kitchen when his eyes are still sleepy indeed this mineral water. Because his throat felt so dry and it felt like he almost died of thirst.

Fabian downed a little water from inside the bottle, then intended to go back to the room because he thought there was no more interest here.

However, not yet his steps swayed, the clear sound of Kingdom holding him back to remain in the kitchen.

"Breakfast first." Tell the girl. In his hand was now a plate of fried rice that was reflecting hot smoke. The smell of fried onions sprinkled on it filled the air, reaching Fabian's nose to stimulate hunger that suddenly appeared when he had felt nothing before.

Fried rice made by Raya looks appetizing. The beautiful brown color seems to make it look more attractive.

As bewitched, Fabian according to. He walked towards the dining table, pulled one chair and sat on it while waiting for Raya to put a large plate of fried rice onto the table.

A serving of fried rice was then thrust in front of Fabian. From a close distance, the smell was more tempting to make the saliva in his mouth gather like a flood.

"Egg omelet or cow's eye egg? I don't know which one you like, so I do both."

Fabian turned to look at another plate containing one omelet and one cow's eye egg. Thinking for a while, he decided to take a cow's eye egg and put it on his own plate.

"Cow's eye eggs. Okay, noted." Raya muttered slowly.

The murmur reached Fabian's ear. And, a strange feeling came back to haunt him, instantly eliminating the appetite that was previously so big because his head began to be filled with the question why?

Last night, Raya suddenly asked him to make a deal. And now, that woman was willing to get up early to prepare breakfast? Roughly, what price would Fabian have to pay to enjoy the fried rice before him at this moment? A billion? Two billion? Or ... must he give his whole soul and body to the woman?

"Why not eat?" the question of the Kingdom spread his chaotic thoughts.

Fabian looked back at Raya. Then, the plate in front of her was pushed away, just so she could fold both her hands on the table and lean her body closer towards the mother.

Fabian's eyes squinted, trying to guess for themselves what Raya was planning. Was she trying to poison him? The fried rice served before him at this moment .. is there poison?

"What's the reason?" tanya Raya's.

"Why did Mom suddenly do this? What other plans did you make?" Fabian asked back with an increasingly probing gaze.

As if already predicting that suspicion, Raya casually responded. "I'm just trying to seduce you, so that the deal we made last night goes well."

"But if you don't want to eat my food, it doesn't matter. I can spend it alone." Raya was about to pull Fabian's plate, but the young man quickly prevented it.

"It's not about Fabian eating or not, it's about Mama's weird behavior."

"I've answered, this is my business so you don't reject the deal I'm offering."

Fabian was silent for a moment. He glanced at the fried rice that seemed to be waving to the touch, then looked back at Raya who was sitting opposite him. "That's all?" ask again.

He nodded, "If you don't want to, don't eat."

Against his concerns, Fabian finally pulled back his plate. He thought, it's okay if it turns out that there is poison in this fried rice. Because at least, he would die after tasting the dishes made by his mother, who had never done that for him at all.

Finally, a spoonful of fried rice made it into Fabian's mouth. He chewed it slowly, permeating every taste that greeted his tongue with passion. Then for some reason, he felt his eyes heat up. A clear fog appeared quickly and made his gaze blur.

That morning, as the sun began to shine bashfully under the thick white cloud, Fabian enjoyed her breakfast with eyes soaked by tears.

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