Wagering
Monsters Monday

The Monday that was avoided in the end came as well. Blue moaned, wriggling from inside the blanket because it felt still not satisfied wading through the dream world. The sound of the alarm from his phone sounded loud, but what Blue did was actually shift the screen of his phone upwards so that instead of stopping, the alarm would only be delayed to sound again 5 minutes more. It was not the first time, he had done it 6 times. If only the phone could talk, he would probably shout at Blue loudly so that the girl would rise from her sleep immediately.

“Please ... still sleepy.” His eyes were tightly closed when the sound of the alarm came back.

Unfortunately, he could not delay any longer, so inevitably he also popped his head from inside the blanket.

Still trying to collect his scattered life, Blue moved slowly to sit himself. His eyes blinked several times, while both arms were pulled upwards as the beginning of stretching stiff muscles.

The first class will start at 9, and now it's 7 past 49 minutes. Instead of rushing to avoid being late, Blue rests her back on the headboard of the bed, then daydreams.

His true definition of daydreaming because he was just silent with a blank look—secosong his head that contained nothing.

About 7 minutes Blue lasted like that, until the ring that emerged from his phone forced him to get up and return to the real world.

The name Baskara appears there, with a slight change to the presence of a red heart emoticon behind it. Stopit! Don't judge yet. It was not a blue initiative at all, but a random Baskara idea that seemed as good as changing the name of the contact on the Blue phone to be like that. More sweet, he said.

Hahey! Habits. If you are pregnant, everything will be done. Like a cat tai can also turn into a chocolate taste, if eaten together with the pujaan heart.

Lazily, after letting the phone ring long enough, Blue swiped the screen to the right and placed the flat object in the ear. “Halo?” sapana. His voice still sounds hoarse. Because to be honest, his throat feels dry now.

“Udah wake up?” ask Baskara.

Blue refrained from cursing in the morning, so with her lips almost tightly clenched, she replied. “If you haven't woken up, I won't be able to pick up the phone lo.”

The young man across the street rang out, then returned to his voice shortly after. “First class what time? I'm at 10.”

“Jam 9.”

Blue inched from its position, setting foot onto the cold floor. He grimaced as he felt the coldness of the floor touch the bare soles of his feet. Ough! It had even just hit the floor, and only the soles of his feet. What if his whole body is hit by water from the shower?

Hmmm .. should he make this an excuse not to take a shower?

"Buseeeett! Class at 9, but this hour just woke up? Yeah late, dodol!"

"Lo don't make a fuss, this is me again to be ready. Anyway, do you know where you're from when I just woke up?"

"Sounds from your voice! Sono took a shower. Shower, yes! Don't let it go! You see, behind campus I want to make sure you walk, there is no time to go back to shower!" then the phone closed.

It's mundane. That's not new anymore. The young man did indeed like to be at his own leisure, so Blue would just let him be without any intention of taking a dizzy. The phone that had gone back out she threw it on the bed, then she walked towards the bathroom.

God fucking. Pupus is his hope to just wash his face and brush his teeth. It's all because of Baskara!

"Where are you going, anyway? Less what was yesterday the same spindle I had all day?!" Blue grumbled, but his feet continued to walk.

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After turning off the phone unilaterally, Baskara resumed his activities that had been delayed. He grabbed the underware from a special stack in his walking closet, then wore it. Continued with black T-shirts and jeans that he had prepared first. Yeph. She had just finished her bath when she decided to call Blue. Remnants of bath water are even still visible in some parts of his body, making it look shimmering when hit by light lights on it.

Dressed in clothes, Baskara walked back to the room. He stood in front of a large mirror, only to peg himself at once tidying his hair a little. Simply use your hands, do not need a comb or help hair gel because the typical hair including easily arranged. The hair was neat, then he took a bottle of sunscreen, took it out a little and then rubbed it into the face, neck and arms that are not covered with clothes. It is not typical that such a crumple is self-treating especially the face. But his mother said, sunscreen is something that is mandatory. Then he cannot forget it.

"Bye, saucy." Praise yourself while patting both cheeks as a last touch. Then, he walked to the study table, grabbed a sling bag and put it on. His beloved black jacket also did not forget he brought it before actually getting out of the room. And near the door, he paused for a bit to decide, what's he going up to campus today?

A car? The motors? A car? The motors?

He considered 7 times, then decided to grab the key of the bike that was just returned by Fabian yesterday. There was actually another motorbike that he could use, but because it felt like he had not ridden a favorite Cimol for a long time, then on this sunny morning, he would bring his favorite child back to the streets.

The door to Baskara's room then closed, not forgetting to be locked because he began to hate that his mother sneaked in carelessly. It was nothing, the last time the woman did it, one bottle of her perfume ended horribly on the floor because her mother accidentally nudged her while she was cleaning. Though he has often said not to bother cleaning his room because it is his own responsibility. But, yeah .. her mother was stubborn.

Unlike most people who hate Mondays, Baskara may be a small percentage who get excited every Monday. There is no special reason, he just likes it when he can get together with his friends after 2 days off.

Whistling, Baskara came down the stairs. One hand goes into the pocket of jeans, the other he uses as a place to attach the jacket.

When he reached the last step of the stairs, he stopped for a while to check the conditions at the dining table that turned out to be empty. He thought, once his father and mother had not sat there for breakfast together. But Baskara decided not to take a headache and continued his steps towards the garage.

Cimol was seen shining brightly among his other vehicles. Although during his time at Fabian's house, the boy was never used, but Baskara knew Fabian was still taking good care of him. All of that is clearly illustrated by the appearance of Cimol who is still as slim as the last time before he was handed over to Fabian. Her roar was still sexy when Fabian drove her home last night.

"Baby," Baskara said to Cimol. His sturdy body he rubbed lovingly, then patted gently in the gas tank.

"You miss Papa?" tanyakanya. There is clearly no answer. Horror is when the Cimol can answer with a flicker or headlights that suddenly blink.

"Yes, yeah. Papa also miss you." Wiss, that. It is unimaginable. Anyway Baskara is like a madman who constantly invites Cimol to talk. Fortunately, no neighbor could see his absurd behavior because the fence in his towering house was as high as the expectations of the parents. Otherwise, many would have reported him to a mental hospital to be forcibly picked up as soon as possible.

Satisfied to let go of the longing briefly with Cimol, Baskara was riding the child carefully. The motor key is inserted into the slot then rotated 2 times. There was the sound of a sweet Cimol, looking like a Diva singing a love song.

Can't wait to bring Cimol down, the gas lever was pulled and he was ready to wander.

"Let's goooo, Baby!"

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Like most people who hate Mondays more than any other day, Reno and Juan have a hard time getting themselves out of the dream world. The housekeepers who worked in their homes had even knocked on the door many times, but the two young men were still reluctant to move from their comfortable positions.

Reno coiled in a blanket, curled up like a baby in the womb. The air did not feel cold at all, but that was how he usually slept. As a child, he could never sleep without a blanket. No matter how hot the air around was, even if it could make him turn similar to a boiled crab, Reno would still wrap a thick blanket over his body—or he would not sleep at all.

While Juan, the young man lay on his back next to Reno with his upper body exposed because the T-shirt he was wearing was already splattered on the floor. Last night, there was a power failure that made the air conditioner not work. That's why the boy took off the short sweatshirt he was wearing and just dumped it on the floor. When the electricity finally turned on, he was already asleep so he had no chance to put his shirt back on.

"Den! Wake up!" mbok Yayuk shouted again from outside the door.

But still, there are no results. Juan just squirms slowly, just change the position of his back that is too bar-bar to be tilted to the right, resting one foot on Reno's body to make the tiny young man in the blanket grumble slowly.

"It's noon, Den! Later the same mother Father raging!" Mbok Yayuk still did not give up on waking up the pair of cousins who always kebo it.

But no matter how loud Mbok Yayuk shouted, Juan and Reno were deaf. Unfortunately, the fate of the old woman had to take care of two annoying boys like them.

For a moment, there was no sound of Mbok Yayuk screaming with all his might. But then another furore came from a different person. The door of the room that was not locked was broken from the outside, causing a loud thumping sound that immediately made Juan and Reno jumped in shock in his sleep.

A graceful-looking woman in a dark blue semiformal dress barged in. It looks like the woman rolled up her long dress arm up to the elbow limit while continuing to walk up to the bed with a look that is awkward.

A pair of cousins who were now moving slowly sat themselves on the mattress was not given the opportunity to gather awareness when the two women's hands lightly reached their ears. Making the two complain of pain while trying to release the jewel.

"Wake up! The lecture!" exclaim the woman.

"Yes, yes! No need to use violent dong, Mami!" peekik Reno, still trying to escape.

"You if you don't like being bullied!" the woman who was Reno's mother did not want to budge on her son's argument. The jewels were reinforced, this time accompanied by an interesting gesture so that the two young men immediately got off the mattress and walked to the bathroom. If necessary, let them shower together!

"Mi, my goodness, Mi." Juan was complaining. His body was burly, but in front of his mother Reno, he was like a little ant under a giant foot. "Mi.." whining.

The woman finally let go of her jewel, but her guts gaze still she spilled for the two human children before. "Bathletic hunt. Today, it's your mother who anterin you to the campus." Declared.

Reno, who was originally still a joke, and still trying to relieve the pain of the mother's jewelry, immediately opened her eyes wide until her eyeballs almost came out. His mother, going to college? Wh-wh-what for?

"Why go to college?" the question that came to Reno's head was finally represented by Juan. The young man looked at Reno's mother seriously, waiting for an answer.

"There's meeting. Uday, you guys take a shower. Mom wait downstairs." Then the woman walked away.

Reno stared in horror at the figure of her mother walking away. And when the slender body disappeared, he just realized that from earlier, Mbok Yayuk stuck on the side of the door, witnessing all the things that befall him and Juan without being able to do anything as a form of help.

"We end." Reno said while pointing at the gesture as if she was slitting her own throat.

Mbok Yayuk who saw it just shook his head slowly, then sauntered away without saying goodbye. The door of the room that was wide open was not even closed by the woman anymore.

"Mandi together?"

Reno turned to Juan, then paused for a moment to think. Then, he took a long breath.

"How else do you want?" saith. Then, the two of them walked towards the bathroom to actually shower simultaneously.

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For the first time in his life, Fabian was afraid to set foot in the kitchen. The reason is clearly because the mother, who suddenly became diligent in struggling with various cookware that had been her best friend. Yesterday, after his mother made breakfast—which turned out to contain no toxins—Fabian thought it was really just an attempt to support the deal. But when his mother also prepared lunch and dinner, Fabian began to feel it was excessive.

It was now almost 9 o'clock, and he had to rush out of the room so as not to be late coming to campus. The condition of the street was quite jammed as he checked through the app on his phone. So he better leave early to avoid getting stuck in traffic.

Finally, because it was impossible to lock himself up any longer, Fabian got up from the chair. The backpack that was draped on the back of the chair he reached, then he sipped to one side of the shoulder. His black jacket that doubles with Baskara he carries, and the car keys he also has to pocket first.

With a cautious heart, he stepped out of the room. He was incessantly chanting prayers in his heart, hopefully the strange attitude his mother showed would really only happen all day yesterday. Because if that were to continue, Fabian would probably really think that his mother would soon be dead.

But as if the prayer he was chanting was no longer efficacious, his hope was dashed instantly even when his step had just arrived at the 5th step. The strong aroma of cooking was clearly a sign that his mother had once again struggled in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

Fabian was pensive for quite a long time in his place. Let the aroma of cooking enter into his sense of smell, to lure worms in his stomach to react.

"There's no rope? How come I suddenly want to go out through the balcony, let's kayak in the cool action movies." He muttered, imagining himself descending through the balcony of his room using a rope tied firmly on the balcony barrier. His body slid down freely, unhindered like he had been trained to do so.

But then, reality slapped him hard. Instead of plunging as smoothly as the one in his shadow, his palm would only end up injured from being scratched by the rough surface of the rope.

Realizing that the shadow will forever only remain a shadow, Fabian finally continued his steps. He thought, he just keep going, do not look left right, do not have to say if his mother called and do not want to be offered to eat breakfast first.

Sounds easy. But as for the reality, we'll see.

When Fabian reached the last step of the stairs, he saw Raya was releasing a black apron wrapped around her body, a sign that her cooking was over. That is supported by apparently some dishes that are on the table, still reflecting smoke.

Fabian reflex stuck out his tongue, licking his own lower lip that suddenly felt dry. The scent emanating from the steaming food fumes was too strong for Fabian to ignore. The worms in his stomach turned into reogs in an instant, as if they had not been fed for a year.

If this was the case, would he be able to refuse if Raya offered him breakfast?

"Oh, self-confidence is important, but self-awareness is also much more important. Are you sure you'll be offered breakfast?" he muttered, then laughed discordantly to laugh at his own thoughts that were too far away.

Finally, Fabian continued on. With the thought that Raya could have cooked all of that to enjoy on her own.

However, that belief again collapsed as the clear voice of the Kingdom flew, spreading magical power that directly controlled the entire soul and body of Fabian.

The woman said, "Breakfast first." Surprisingly, it could not be denied at all by Fabian who immediately nodded his head obediently.

In the end, no matter how much effort Fabian made to avoid his mother, the love he had for her was always greater. Being seduced just a little, he would definitely be devastated. If this time there was poison in his food, and yesterday it was just a mere lure, Fabian thought he would still not regret.

"Yes, whatever." Fabian whispered in his heart, then he walked up to the dining table and pulled out a chair and sat on it.

Seriate