Wagering
Mommy Child

"Where's the race? Win?" ask Gerald while thrusting a new glass of Vodka in front of Baskara.

"Win, lah. There is no history of Pramudya Baskara losing a race." Baskara answered in her signature style.

The glass of Vodka that Gerald thrust was taken, but the contents were not immediately taken and just shook the glass until the ice cubes inside moved to hit the glass wall.

"The gift is okay?" ask Gerald again.

Since it was almost morning and the possibility would not come again new customers, Gerald pulled a chair and sat facing Baskara. He was chin-backed, staring at Baskara intensely as if the young man was making her opiate.

Realizing that he was being noticed in an unusual way by Gerald, Baskara regressed his body with dramatic motion and his facial features changed instantly.

"Gue's still normal, Ger. Still a girl!" Baskara folded her hands in front of her body, making her an X shape. It was as if it was protecting its sacred body from the sudden attack that Gerald could have launched.

In response, Gerald clucked with his eyes at Julia towards Baskara. But that's not what it means.

He was only amazed at this young man before him, because despite being famous as a drunken brat and sleeping with many women, Baskara never wanted to touch any woman as he pleased.

He would always sleep with women who were used to spending time with men. Not an innocent woman who does not know anything, or a drunk woman like that is very easy to use.

"Gue is still a girl!" sergeant Gerald, re-establish his back so that Baskara does not think more and more of a variety.

"In any case, even if I was gay, I would have been picky in determining who would be my father." Gerald.

"Well, I'm handsome, anjir! Who wouldn't want to be with me?" Baskara prided herself, puffing out her chest after having both her hands removed from it.

"Which side is the handsome?" cycad Gerald. His eyes began to look at every part of Baskara's body, from the tip of his hair to the tip of his foot.

Goddamnit! Baskara is handsome! Who would doubt the good looks of a Pramudya Baskara, who from still in the womb only all his nutrients and needs have been met properly because of his wealthy parents?

But, right, Gerald couldn't possibly tell the truth. Because if he admits that Baskara is handsome, the young man will be big-headed. Worse, Baskara will increasingly accuse him of being a homo and begin spreading the rumor to other members of Pain Killer.

Oh, that definitely shouldn't be allowed. He did not want to be a joke for the four young men.

"The money I transferred to you was a lot, right? Use it to check your eyes there, like you're starting to have cataracts!" Baskara began to cringe a bit, but Gerald still responded casually.

"That money is enough to buy me three days" said Gerald.

"Eat what until it's done so much? Golden-layer pizza?!" Baskara is clearly insistent. The thing is, the money he transferred to Gerald was not a small nominal. Three transfers alone, Gerald can buy a new motor unit.

"Gold pizza looks good. We're looking for tomorrow, yuk?" gerald Goda.

Baskara clucked. But shortly after, he grabbed Vodka and took a sip.

"By the way, someone's coming today, isn't he?" tanyakanya. He just remembered that since returning from college, he had not shared any news with other members of Pain Killer.

He knew Reno and Juan had to go out of town, but Fabian had nothing to say.

"The pig was here," replied Gerald, waving to one of the visitors who was saying goodbye. "He was back about an hour before you came." He looked back at Baskara.

"He didn't drink much, did he?"

"No, kok. I just gave him one glass of whiskey. The rest, I love him Lemonade." Suddenly, Gerald chuckled as he recalled the matter of Lemonade. It was still clear in his head how Fabian drank his Lemonade while grumbling.

"The lionade?" Baskara was astonished, while Gerald just nodded in response.

"Why Lemonade?"

Shortly after he checked whose name appeared on the screen, Baskara raised her gaze, staring at Gerald.

"Who?" gerald asked curiously, because Baskara's facial expression suddenly changed.

Baskara did not answer, and instead lifted her phone to the front of Gerald's face to show who was calling.

Unlike Baskara, whose face was bent, Gerald smiled. Finally, he had the materials to prank Baskara again.

So, without waiting for long, Gerald immediately grabbed the phone and shifted the green log so that the video call was connected.

"Well, right, really! I thought you were going to the club!" a woman from across the phone.

Gerald chuckled, making Baskara glare at him.

"Yes, Aunt. His son again mabok nih," without cue, Gerald turned the camera phone so that the woman across the phone could see the condition of Baskara in front of the bar table.

"Why are you turning the camera, dog!" namel Baskara, it was too late for him to hide himself.

Not wanting Gerald to act on his own, Baskara hastily snatched his phone and re-activated the front camera mode.

"The ambiance is rude! Who is teaching?!" nagging that woman again, Rachel, Baskara's mother.

"Gerald, Ma, who taught." Baskara answered timidly. His head suddenly shrunk, making Gerlad who was sitting behind the bar table chuckle so badly that he almost fell backward.

Seeing Baskara who instantly turned into a mami child is indeed an entertainment in the midst of tired and restless heart.

"Reason! Go home now! If you don't go home, Mama take you to the club now!"

"Don't follow! Here a lot of flirtatious Om-om, later Mama is teased!"

"Wildamah! Mama is beautiful, so it's natural that many are seductive!"

"Mamaaaaaa!"

Amused! Gerald's laughter is becoming more and more. Really, he was still not used to seeing this adorable side of Baskara. In fact, the rainstorm windstorm will also be sure to break the young man with full courage, but if it has been dealing with his mother, Baskara must immediately be a coward.

How hilarious!

"Pick home, Bas."

"Yes, yeah. Baskara's coming home now. But-"

Not finished Baskara talk, the phone was cut off just like that, leaving himself fixated on the screen of the phone that was extinguished with a cengo face.

"You want me to maki-maki, but this is my own mother," he murmured to himself.

"Eatya, according to what mami said, do not like to wander in the club let alone to mabok." Temptation Gerald, who still laboriously withstood the laughter.

"Dissapper!" exclaim Baskara. Then, he got up from his chair, downed the remaining Vodka until it was completely barren and then immediately turned back. Ignoring the screams of Gerald telling him to take a subscription taxi, don't drive alone.

Gerald continued to shout, and in response, Baskara raised his right hand high and pointed his middle finger at the man. Then he walked out of the club without looking back.

Seriate