Wagering
Go home

As Baskara left, the atmosphere in her home became bleak again. Sera and Jeffrey had been sitting face to face in the living room for the past half an hour, but the two adults were still equally reluctant to make a sound first.

The awkwardness created between them was not only caused by Jeffrey who rarely came home, but also the underlying thing that the man until finally decided to withdraw. Staying away from the small family that used to make her so happy, and being able to be proud in front of everyone.

A heavy breath escaped from Sera's lips. His gaze, which had originally fallen on the glass table that was the barrier between himself and Jeffrey, now turned to look at the man sitting firmly opposite him. He watched the face closely. He stroked every inch of his face, looking for whatever things had changed after their long separation.

Then, Sera can only find that nothing has changed from a Jeffrey. In plain sight, this man before him was still Jeffrey whom he knew decades ago, who edited him, making a sacred promise before hundreds of pairs of eyes. Who loves him with a heart. Which brings Baskara into his life. Which he thought, he could love to death.

However, if Sera dives further into the man's thick bead, she will know that deep inside, Jeffrey is no longer hers. Never said the divorce from the man's lips, but he knew clearly that Jeffrey was no longer willing to give a heart for himself. That the man had turned around, and was only waiting for the time until the household he had built for decades was about to end.

"Let me meet him," the sentence escaped smoothly from Jeffrey's lips, as if the man had no idea that the effect could be so painful for Sera.

Sera's hands on her lap clutched together, and she calmly replied, "No." So firm, straightforward, and utterly inaudible could be denied.

"Please, Sera. Once," Jeffrey pleaded with despair, but Sera remained firm in her stance.

"Nothing, Jeffrey. If you go home just to talk nonsense, you better not go home. I don't want Baskara hearing nonsensical things out of your mouth,"

"That's all, I just want to see him and our son,"

"Your son is just Baskara" Sera said. His originally flat gaze, now began to sharpen slowly when Jeffrey had boldly mentioned the sacred phrase in front of him.

"Your son is just Baskara, Jeffrey." Deuteronomy, full of emphasis in every word he says.

"Sera," Jeffrey whirled.

"If you are still desperate to appear before the woman and her child, I will make sure they both disappear from this world. You obviously know that's not a hard thing for me, do you?" threaten Sera's. His sane mind had been thrown away, and he could have immediately realized the bad intentions that he had arranged nicely in the head, if Jeffrey remained reckless against his words.

"Oh, not just that. I can also make sure you can never see Baskara again for the rest of your life." Imbuh Sera, with emotions that had started to crawl up.

"You're evil, Sera." Jeffrey said in a very soft voice. In front of the woman, Jeffrey always felt small. One thing that makes him sometimes feel that from the beginning, they should not meet and get married.

"You're worse, Jeff!" Sera half yelled. "You've hurt Baskara just to fill your ego to get back into the arms of that damn woman!" because of the high anger in the chest, Sera tilted her body forward, pointing right to the face of Jeffery who was actually half-dead she missed.

"My son is hurt, Jeff. As a mother, I will not be silent. Even if I have to burn down in hell though, I don't mind, as long as I can protect Baskara from human bastards like you!" sera's shoulders went up and down, along with her breathing that was starting to be difficult to manage. Emotions really control him. So, before the emotion burned itself out now, Sera quickly got up from her seat.

Then, Sera passes from there, leaving Jeffrey with a growing despair.

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Baskara was glued for a long time when he found his father's car parked in the garage. Because this morning, when he was about to go to campus, the car was no longer there. So he thought his father was gone again, and probably won't be back for quite a while.

Satisfied looking at the car, Baskara walked into the house. The living room was already dark, and it was natural. Because usually Sera will only let the lights in some rooms that light up at night.

Baskara walked quietly, just like a thief who wanted to plunder his target house. However, his steps were immediately stopped as his eyes caught the figure of Jeffrey sitting alone in a dim central room. There was only one small lamp on the table near the flaming television, while the majestic headlight on the ceiling of the room seemed to be extinguished, completely losing power.

At first, Baskara intended to continue his steps, pretending not to see that his father was there. However, Jeffrey's heavy, hoarse voice that was airborne when their gazes finally met had succeeded in making his intention disappear.

"Where are you from, Bas?" that was the question asked by Jeffrey, after all this time.

That simple question can actually make Baskara feel uncomfortable. He was confused, between having to feel happy or just the opposite.

"Bas?"

"Main" Baskara replied in the end. He was still just standing on the threshold of the border between the living room with the living room, reluctant to move things a little.

"Without drinking?"

Drinking or not, what does it have to do with Papa? The sentence had crossed Baskara's head, but he did not have the guts to say it out loud. And instead, the young man just nodded his head.

Jeffrey's breathing airs, Baskara himself does not know what the meaning of the breath. So he just stayed in place, waiting until another sentence would come out of the man's lips.

"Don't take it too often, take pity on your body." Jeffrey said that as he got up from his seat. Then, after taking a quick glance at Baskara, the man swung a step up to the second floor.

After Jeffrey's body disappeared behind the turn, Baskara let out a slow breath.

"Task me how I am, healthy or not, sane or not. I actually have a bokap, not really." Baskara murmured, which was only heard by the whirring of the wind that blew through the gap of the air conditioner.

Seriate