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Fourteen days after Samara Jasmine's death, people begin to live their lives normally. It was as if the girl's departure had never been something shocking. The new policy from the campus which then placed some special staff to monitor various things uploaded at the campus base was already received with a chest of airy by all residents of Neo. No more protests that they lay like before because after all it turns out the effect is significant enough to eradicate the upload with hate speech.

In addition to the policy in making uploads at the campus base, the campus also requires all residents of Neo—entah that students, lecturers or staff— to take part in counseling sessions held in rotation every 2 weeks. All costs are borne by the campus, in an effort to prevent people who spend most of their time in Neo from developing mental illness that can lead to suicide.

Today, it's Blue's turn to get counseling sessions with professionals after her class is over. Not alone, he along with several others from different majors, was now sitting in a waiting chair, waiting in line to enter a room reserved exclusively for this counseling session. The room used to be a storage warehouse for used tools from various communities in Neo, and because many communities are no longer running, he said, the room was also chosen to be converted into the current room.

It's been about 25 minutes Blue's waiting. Some of the people who were waiting with him seemed to be chatting with each other, establishing a connection with each other. But Blue was not interested in jumping into the chat, preferring to stick to his phone which did not show anything interesting. It was just that when he opened all his social media accounts. Only around the viral gossip of the artists, corruption and other viral cases are sometimes too exaggerated to create a furore.

Ting!

One notification appeared on his phone when Blue was reading an article about the case of mistreatment of a teenager by the child of one of the top officials of the tax director general. Due to Baskara's name with a red heart emoticon appearing there, Blue hurriedly checked what message the young man had sent for her. Yeah, lately that guy's been a little chatty. A minute he was late to reply to the message, the young man would be careless. It's really like they're back to the early stages where they just started dating.

Today's counseling schedule?

Apparently, the contents of the message sent by Baskara.

Ja.

Short, dense, clear and annoying. At least you can talk about making me something.

I am no longer in the mood of pleasantries, the honorable Ananda Pramudya Baskara. Anw, if you have finished class, mending covering to the cafeteria. Please buy me bread with mineral water, my stomach hurts, like my stomach acid rises.

Go from there. Eat with me, don't go to counseling.

Lo nutmeg. It's my turn, don't be weird. Please buy what I want. I'll take samperin.

One more reply came in, but Blue did not have time to read it because someone had just walked out the door, and someone else came following while calling his name. It was his turn to get into the room, so the phone he had been teasing was then put in a bag and he immediately entered so as not to make others wait.

As she stepped in, she was greeted by a woman around her 30s who looked beautiful with natural makeup on her face. His hair was short, straight and dark brown. Her eyes are light brown, her nose is pointed and her small lips appear to smile gently—as soft as the blouse color worn by the woman; peach color.

“Please sit.” The woman invited him to sit on a wooden chair across the table.

Blue according. The wooden chair he pulled back, then he sat down slowly. His gaze could not be separated from the face of the woman in front of him. It was as if it had been completely bewitched by the natural beauty emitted from all parts of the woman's body.

“OK, Blue. We'll start the counseling session, yeah. You can express everything you've felt lately. Just relax, no need to worry about anything because here, we are friends.” Said the woman in a clear soothing voice.

Blue nodded slowly, taking a deep breath before starting to open her mouth to speak.

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Not until 1 hour later, Blue was done with her counseling session. He walked out of the room with a heart that really felt much lighter. The heavy burden that he carried alone all this time, felt lifted a lot so as to make his shoulders back upright.

From the counselling room, Blue walked down the corridor. Intentionally, he wanted to find Baskara's whereabouts to collect the bread and mineral water he requested. But what was there, his arm was instead instantly pulled by the young man as soon as he reached the end of the corridor. Out of nowhere the young man appeared, it might have been waiting for him since he entered the counseling room earlier.

“And I said later I'll take,” Blue oceh when Baskara drags him further away. The area around the building where the counseling room is quiet, because it is located a little in the back corner of the campus. So Blue thought it was okay to let Baskara pull her arm like this. He thought the possibility of being caught in the eyes of others was almost nonexistent.

“Mana satiated eat bread doang. I have made a reservation at the cafe have a nyokap acquaintance, we eat there.” Say Baskara while wailing, making sure no eyes see his movements and Blue. He personally is not too dizzy if his fanatical fans disappear because they know he already has a girlfriend. The worry is that maybe Blue will be attacked.

“Lo really, swear.”

“There is no word lebay if it is related to lo. Make reservations at cafe doang mah small. Even if you ask me to buy an island though, I jabanin at that time.”

“Wear whose money?”

“Parent money.” Chirps Baskara while grimacing.

Blue bobbles his head, but unabashedly laughs at how original the way the young man spoke.

“Others are back?” tanya Blue when Baskara smuggles her into the car. The young man apparently had prepared as a kind of thing, to park his car in the back area of the campus so that they did not have to walk to a crowded parking lot.

“Udah from an hour ago.”

“My girl is flabby, when did I stay back? I am not responsible for my impact on being a man.”

“Gue is great, anjir. Things to eat doang mah can find for yourself.”

“But you ask me to buy you something to eat. Meaning what? Yak, right, you still need me.” Not letting Blue blabber again, Baskara directly tancap gas.

The location of the cafe Baskara means quite far. Less than 45 minutes drive. So to get rid of boredom as long as they drive down the streets that are quite quiet, Baskara is inspired to play the radio so that there is not only silence.

The distinctive soft voice of Raissa Anggiani invaded the air. Circling around them before entering into their sense of hearing. Baskara glanced to the side, at Blue who seemed to be muttering without sound— seemed to be singing the lyrics of the song, but not confident enough to let out his voice.

Baskara's smile expands, then he releases his left hand from the wheel, then takes it to move towards the Blue hand that is clinging to the lap. The soft hand he reached, he brought it closer to then he gave a kiss in appreciation because the girl was still willing to be here, filling every empty space inside of him.

One kiss is not enough. So Baskara added three more kisses there, then the hand he held tightly, he kept on one thigh while his eyes were still focused on the road they went through.

Usually, Blue protests a lot. Skinship that is too excessive and impressed alay he thinks he will definitely refuse raw. But this afternoon, when the sky above them revealed warm, heart-soothing colors, he let his hands be completely overpowered by the young man beside him.

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Blue can only gawk when they find the cafe they are heading to is empty without a single customer. There is only staff. One female staff member who had been waiting for them at the door and delivered them to the reserved table, returned with three other staff members who each carried a tray in hand. Various menus are held later, pampering the eyes and blue nose with a beautiful appearance and an appetizing aroma.

After all the menus were served, the three staff who brought them left. The female staff who escorted them earlier, then invited them to enjoy the dish solemnly, without the slightest interruption.

Baskara smiled kindly at the female staff, thanked her and let her go so she and Blue could start eating the food.

“It too much.” Blue peeked towards Baskara who started eating his food. The protestant just sniffed his shoulders, then continued to eat as if he had heard nothing.

“Gue don't like, Bas.”

Baskara's mouth, which was wide open to receive a bribe, immediately closed again. He put the spoon on the plate, then he put his hands on the table. “No likes what, hmmm?” tanyanya gently.

“This all. Overuse. We can eat at roadside warteg, pecel catfish, or whatever it is that does not need to spend a lot of money. And ..” Blue paused, his head turned back to the right and to the left, looking for the whereabouts of other customers. “Lo even make a reservation for the whole cafe? Not just one table.” After looking back at Baskara.

“Once in a while. I will not often take you to a kayak gini place, really. Yeah, you know my parents still pay my bills.”

That answer probably did not make Blue satisfied. The girl was still pouting. “Eat aja, Darling. I ordered it too, I can't go back to the kitchen, right?”

“Ya does not mean—“

“I know, I know. Once this time, tomorrow no more. Now eat first.” Baskara shifts the omurice beef closer towards Blue. “This is if it's cold not good. Cepetan eat, out of this I anterin lo go home.”

“My car is still on campus.”

“Easy is it, it will not disappear either. Eating deh, or want me to bribe?”

“Nope.” Blue refused Baskara's offer. Although still pouting, he began to eat omurice beef served in front of him.

Baskara helplessly held a smile seeing how Blue cheeks bulged full of food. Her still-manyuning little lips looked even more maniacal as the girl was busy chewing. Instead of continuing to eat, he was even chin-backed, his own smiles paying attention to mouth after mouth into Sabiru's mouth.

Being so cool, the phone he was carrying suddenly shook. Forced to take his eyes off Blue, he pulled out his phone to check what notifications had just appeared.

Wrinkles appeared very clear on his forehead when he found a message coming in his personal e-mail. It was not an e-mail that he used for various lecture affairs, it was obviously strange if a message appeared from someone to the e-mail account that was it.

Blue realized Baskara was glued to her phone long enough. The girl then took the initiative to pat Baskara's back gently to help resuscitate the young man from daydreams.

“Why?” his tan was worried because Baskara's facial features were too difficult to read.

But as if nothing had happened, Baskara gave a faint smile as she shook her head slowly. “Nothing. Dozen meals.” The young man said he had saved his phone. Let him check the e-mail later after he gets home. Now, it's time for her to accompany her boyfriend to the meal, until the girl is full.

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