Wagering
Sufficiently

The atmosphere at the headquarters instantly felt so gripping during and after Baskara explained his relationship with Sabiru.

Reno as the teacher of BK in Pain Killer inexhaustible rain on him and Blue with a sharp gaze, looks cruel like a demonic droplet.

Juan may still be calmer, but the look on the young man's face clearly shows how upset he is because Baskara almost took them in a bloodbath. The question is only one now. What if Fabian had really fallen in love with Blue, and the young man refused to budge? Will Baskara the shrimp brain invite Fabian to a duel, to determine who is more worthy of Sabiru?

It's a bit moronic when it's really happening.

Meanwhile, Fabian who had already known everything first, just silently watched how Baskara's hands intertwined with Blue's. In his view, they now look like two high school students who were caught in the toilet during sports lessons and are being tried by a famous BK teacher killer abis.

Fabian's stomach was amused, like there were dozens of pairs of hands that tickled him simultaneously to make him almost spit out a laugh—if only he did not have time to meet Reno whose eyeballs had almost come out, maybe he really did laugh until he was rolling on the floor.

“So the point is, you are the same as he was dating during High School, keep breaking up for no apparent reason and you have the initiative to deketin him again—by soin he betting material as bait?” ask Reno again.

Baskara nodded timidly. Seen her hand link with Blue getting tighter.

Reno snorted loudly. “Tolol.” His lips with a soft voice and gaze that still drew right into Baskara's eyes. “This ending is safe. Do you think Fabian or Blue really fell in love? What is your own crime later?” connect the young man with a voice that rises again.

Baskara did not answer, knowing that he was guilty. Not only Blue, but their friendship is at stake. It's only natural that Reno would poke like that.

“Lo tuh smart, Bas, but also stupid.” The more Reno spilled her frustration. He even pointed in front of Baskara's face. Then, he turned to look at Blue who had been quieter than before. “Lo is just as stupid as a lo.” guy Said.

Just like Baskara, Blue has no defense. Because the truth was that he was indeed a fool, just like Reno had told him. More than that, Blue also feels himself evil. Hey, the original purpose of approaching Fabian was to make the young man's friendship with Baskara tenuous, remember? What happens if it really happens?

“Duh, don't know! Dizziness me same behavior you guys.” Reno ruffled her hair in frustration. It felt more confusing than when he had to think of a strategy to avoid the various kinds of tutoring that his mother prepared first.

Realizing the situation was becoming less and less conducive, Fabian finally got involved. He who initially leaned back relaxed on the sofa while chewing gum, began leaning his body closer. Chewing gum that had no taste, he melted on a sheet of tissue, then wrapped and thrown into a small trash can not far from where the five of them sat.

“Udah Ren,” said. He looked at Reno with shady eyes and a line of soothing smiles. “Everything's past. Most importantly now our friendship remains good, and Baskara can also clear up any misunderstandings between him and Blue. I think it's enough, there's nothing to be concerned about anymore.”

Juan nodded in agreement, but then shrieked back as Reno stared back at him. The young man seemed to not want anyone to turn from his side, before he completely eased the emotions.

“How are the other kids in Neo? If they know the same Baskara Blue dating, whereas previously Blue dating same lo—because bet—what would they think about us?”

“Since their appraisal calluses are important to us?” Fabian. Still with a calm voice, it did not seem intent on muddying the atmosphere at all. “We Pain Killer, don't live off people's judgments.”

Reno exhaled a rough breath, then changed the position of her body facing Fabian. “Alright now, it will cause a commotion. And you think, Blue's life can calm down after they find out? Don't remember the reason why I was with Clarissa until I had to backstreet all this time?” when mentioning Clarissa's name, Reno looked grimacing. His chest is certainly painful to remember his love story that ran aground.

“Indeed, who said Baskara and Blue would announce their relationship to people? There's nothing, Ren. They come here, tell us the truth, yes let us know, let there be no secrets between us—because we are family. But Neo's kids are another matter, they're not related to anything to us, so there's nothing they need to know.” Fabian tried to explain through his point of view.

If likened to a trial, Fabian is now taking on the role of legal adviser to Baskara and Biru as defendants, while Reno is the presiding judge and Juan is one of the jurors involved in decision-making.

“Download little thought lo, do not distance. And about Clarissa, you can still fight her like Baskara fighting Blue now. You can really ask for the same help we-we make him again, if you really want.”

“This is not because I eni—“

“No one says you envy, Reno Irvansyah.”

Reno was silent. As long as they were friends, Fabian almost never mentioned his full name in such an emphatic voice. So when that happened, Reno knew one side of the rare Fabian finally woke up after a long deep sleep.

Not many realize that Fabian is actually an Alpha. One of the most dominant among them if only the young man was willing to make a move. Only, the dominant side is always put to sleep by the owner, who prefers to serve the role of submissive in their friendship group.

“We're still intact, so I don't think there's anything to exaggerate anymore. And I hope, this discussion is enough to get here. Please don't be compensated again.”

No one's making a sound. Because after all, what Fabian said was like a final verdict that could not be contested.

Reno may play the role of presiding judge, but after Fabian who is a legal advisor offers evidence that his client is innocent, then Reno can not do anything.

The gripping atmosphere turned into a long silence afterwards. Each of them was busy pondering, until all that was heard was the roar of their breath overlapping each other.

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

On the 2nd floor balcony, Fabian and Baskara sat side by side with glaring gazes towards the street. On the traffic of vehicles that are mutually elbowed to get to the destination first, also on the poles of towering street lights. The sky above them was gray, with a hint of orange tinge the rest of the twilight that had yet to fully run out.

Downstairs there, Blue was left alone. Left immersed in a stillness that had braved even louder since Reno and Juan's return half an hour earlier.

Baskara exhaled slowly. His lips opened to welcome the cigarette that was emitting thick smoke. The twisting of the tobacco he sucked deeply, then the smoke he exhaled slowly, little by little like he was putting a load on his chest to be taken out.

Beside him, Fabian more solemnly smoked his own cigarette. His Alpha side had gone back to sleep, until now he had become his original self. The calm. Which is not easy to pry. And the one that is the most silent.

“Sorry.” Baskara said amid the silence.

Fabian turned his head, to Baskara who now looked glaring further across the street. “Create?” tanyakanya.

“Udah dragged you all into chaos.” Baskara sighed, then turned her head towards Fabian. “Gue is too cowardly to suddenly appear in front of Blue again, and even make our betting agenda as a lure. That's a moron, I know.”

“But Reno is not okay,”

“He will be fine.” Firmly Fabian. “Most 2 or 3 days he crinkles, later also good again. Instead of thinking about Reno, mending you thinkin Blue. Lo think about how to make him stay, and not leave him again like you did first.”

Because Baskara never answered, Fabian continued. "Lo can't believe that our friendship is great? Begin doang mah will not make us tenuous, Bas."

"Everything will be okay, trust me." Fabian got up, then patted his pants that were exposed to cigarette ash before passing from there. "If your cigarette has run out, the chips go down. Poor Blue you live alone. I want to go home game broke in the room." The pump, then completely passed from there before Baskara assented.

Minutes after Fabian's departure, Baskara was still out of place. His cigarette was clearly finished, with a butts lying on the ashtrays and ashes scattered around him. His head suddenly returned full of questions, "Has this step he took right for the good of all?"

But until it smokes its head, there is no answer to that question.

"Don't understand me. Bodo ah," he said, then got up and walked in like Fabian had put in before.

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

Jeffrey's car entered the yard, just as Sera's car had parked in the garage. The man left his car in the yard, refused to park it properly and instead galloped over to Sera with a brown envelope in his right hand.

Seeing her husband coming with a tense face and a hurried step like that, Sera knew something was wrong. He just doesn't know what.

“Log in. We need to talk.” Tell Jeffrey, then the man walked ahead of Sera into the house.

Still wondering what other problems Jeffrey would fuss about, Sera followed her husband. They then sat face to face in the living room, with Jeffrey still staring at him with sharp eyes.

“Samara Jasmine.” Jeffrey said suddenly.

Sera could not hide the shock upon hearing the name being called by her husband. And it actually makes Jeffrey pull one corner of his lips up to form a thin grin that is creepy.

“Why surprised? That name sounds familiar to you?” jeffrey asked still maintaining as often as he could.

Not wanting to be more suspect, Sera tried to control herself to keep looking calm. “Where can that sound foreign to me? He's Baskara's friend, right? Close enough if I look around.” Sera said calmly.

Hearing that, Jeffrey chuckled with a look of disdain. “That's free? Not because you and he had a previous deal— before he died?”

“Do not talk carelessly.”

“No one speaks carelessly.” Jeffrey then pulled out the contents inside the brown envelope he was carrying. It contained several photos, which he then poured in front of Sera. “The boy met you 2 times before he died.”

Sera froze staring at the photos plastered on the table. There, he and Jasmine sit face to face in a cafe. There is also a photo that shows when he inserts a car key and apartment ownership letter to Jasmine.

“What kind of deal do you make with him, until you are willing to give a reward that is not playful nominally to the child?”

“Not your business.”

“My business, because until this second, you are still my wife!” sergeant Jeffrey. “More of this may have something to do with Baskara. And he's my son, so obviously I need to know.”

Sera raised her head, challenging Jeffrey with a piercingly glare. “Wife? The kid? Cute.” He said while smiling sideways. “After busy taking care of the bastard child, I think you will not remember again if I am your wife, and Baskara is the child you love from baby.”

“Stop calls him an illegitimate child, Sera. He has a name, his name is—“

“Dare you say his name in front of me, I make sure tomorrow he dies.” Sera. His determination looks strong from how he hardens the muscles around the neck, as well as his two hands that clench tightly over the lap.

Jeffrey, who had no idea how easy Sera was to say would take the lives of others, let out a long sigh. At this point, he felt that he had completely lost the figure of Sera that he had first known. “Why do other people's lives always look worthless in your eyes, Sera?”

“And why do you always accuse me of being involved in every misfortune that befalls those around us? Raya, your bastard son, and now Jasmine. Why do you always see me as a criminal?” Sera asked back.

“Because they are all related to Baskara.” Answer Jeffrey. “From first, whatever annoys Baskara, we will always get rid of without a second thought. Babby sitter who accidentally made Baskara's body exposed to mosquito bites to the rash everywhere, a late driver came to pick up Baskara to make children kati alone in a school that was already quiet, and, even your own biological mother who accidentally made Baskara hospitalized because she did not know that our child had allergies to cat hair. You got rid of everyone, kept them away from Baskara just because of a small mistake they made.”

“I know you love Baskara, but the way you protect her is getting more and more outrageous, Sera. In the past, you only kept away people who might be dangerous for our children, but now, you are even willing to dirty your hands to eliminate the lives of others— under the pretext of protecting Baskara.”

“You were never a mother, so you don't know why I did that.” Sera tried to defend herself. Convince himself that what he's doing is right, and Jeffrey is just overstating.

“I have never been a mother, but I am also a father. I did not conceive, give birth or breastfeed Baskara. But I love Baskara as much as you love her. It's not about who loves you more or not, Sera. It's about how outrageous your actions are. There are many ways to protect our children, not necessarily by injuring others.”

"Please, Sera. Enough to get here. Let no more people be hurt in your efforts to protect our child." Jeffrey showed a pleading face. Hope Sera understands that she just doesn't want the woman to fall any further. "Don't be a bad human being just to be a good mother in the eyes of our child. If Baskara finds out, she won't like it."

"I hope Jasmine will be the last. Please no more."

After saying that, Jeffrey cleaned up the photos again scattered on the table, put them back in a brown envelope and took them away from Sera.

Seriate