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Blue clucked when he read the message Fabian sent. In fact, the boy just entered the six-digit number and the door can open.

Open it yourself, mager.

Unopen.

"Well, the dog." Blue is getting clucked. The phone he was holding was thrown into the bed, then he walked out of the room with his legs still limping. Pain is still occasionally felt, and it makes him forced to be extra careful when stepping foot to avoid more severe injuries.

After much effort, Blue arrived at the front door. While frowning, he turned the knob, and saw the figure of Fabian staring flatly at him before barging in like a human who had nothing at all.

Blue's back door closed, then he overtook Fabian who walked into the living room. When he arrived, he found that the young man was already sitting on the sofa with his hands clinging to each other on his knees. The position of the young man's body was slightly indented forward, with his head slightly looking up so that their gazes could meet.

"Sit down" Fabian said.

Blue, who is actually the host, even according to him by taking a sitting position next to the young man. And during his shift from a standing position to being seated, he knew that Fabian kept an eye on him. Just like a lion who was patiently stalking his hunted deer for him to be snatched and made for lunch.

"Lo's crazy" Fabian said with a stinging look. "Gue didn't understand what you expected from making that post, but you're obviously crazy." Reciprocity.

Blue did not answer. More precisely, he was still lazy to put out words because he knew that the chatty Fabian still had a lot of stock sentences to say to him.

"And," Fabian changed his sitting position facing Blue, making sure the girl looked at him properly before continuing. "Lo shouldn't bother Jasmine."

"He first disturbed me" said Blue did not accept. "He's the first one who wants me to be a whore, I'm just trying to defend myself."

"Leave you delete his comments, continue to block his account, do not bother."

"How important is my self-esteem?" Blue is getting bigger. "Do I have to be in the same time as a prostitute who is more deserving of that status?"

Fabian let out a frustrated breath. His face wiped slowly several times, to just clear his head in order to get a more fitting arrangement of words to make Blue understand. That dealing with a Samara Jasmine isn't that simple.

"If you were in my position, would you just shut up?" ask Blue after being silent for a while. "Or, if there were a member of your family who was called a prostitute, would you just shut up?"

"But what you're dealing with right now is Samara Jasmine, Blue. Not anyone else,"

"What's the problem? Want it Jasmine or anyone, if anyone nenggengol me first, yes I will defend myself."

"I'm horrified" Fabian interrupted before Blue became more and more so. "Jasmine is cunning, she is reckless and manipulative. Even the kids on campus no one dared to disturb him even they also often talk him in the back. Do you know why?"

Blue did not respond, only continued to stare at Fabian fixedly until the young man returned to his voice.

"Because of the defender he is not a random person. You think, he could survive college in the elite campus class Neosantara with his bad reputation was because if not for the back he had power." Fabian tried to explain in the simplest way, hoping Blue would understand and no longer start a debate about Jasmine.

But Blue is still Blue. The girl will not easily succumb to a debate, especially if it has something to do with having to defend herself.

"Gue didn't care even if he was the president's son. If you don't want to be disturbed, you shouldn't bother anyone." Said the girl.

"Lo is too naive," Fabian smiled wryly. Why is his life surrounded by so many stubborn people? His mother, Baskara, and now Blue. "Lo thought, life will always go well with that principle? No, Blue. The world isn't as simple as what's in your head."

Blue's fed up with Fabian's babbling. Either because he did not like being rumored, or because he was disappointed because Baskara did not show any reaction to the commotion he caused. Clearly, Blue was feeling very upset right now. So upset, he felt he could destroy everything in front of him, including Fabian.

So before his emotions took over and evicted the little sanity he still had, Blue rose. He looked down, staring flatly at Fabian. "If you're here just to talk nonsense, you're going home now." Dismissed. Then, he turned away, walked back and forth towards his room and deliberately slammed the door of his room with all his might to cause a tremendous thumping sound.

Fabian himself did not know what to do. So, he could only look at the dark brown door before exhaling softly.

Blue uploads made have been removed, but it does not give too much effect because Neosantara has already made a concussion. And as the originator of the betting agenda this time, Baskara felt he had to take responsibility for the commotion caused by Blue.

Before proposing his car to catch up with Reno and Juang who had already left, Baskara took the time to make a clarifying tweet. There is no need to tag the campus base account because followers on Twitter are certainly easily received notifications from the tweet.

There, Baskara wrote: Calm down, guys. It was just a misunderstanding. I take care of it.

Not until ten seconds, the tweet has been responded to with various comments replies.

If our king says just misunderstand, it means just misunderstand, guys.

Woy, who has re-posted his photo Fabian, hunt take down anjir, our king has spoken up!

The most obvious waiting for our king is clarification.

Dah, do not need to make a fuss on. He was told the same temperature.

Next time, don't go maniezz.

My heart is not broken, uhuy!

And there are still many other replies that then Baskara did not have time to read. At least, he had already made sure that the base was no longer in an uproar. He also found that some of the posts had been deleted, with some stray comments to one of the posts at the campus base, which actually had nothing to do with the issue.

Baskara knows, calming their fans alone is not enough, because the main problem is in other people. There was still one more person he had to calm down, or rather, he warned against harassing Sabiru.

Yes, that person is Jasmine. The snake girl could not act any faster.

Without a second thought, Baskara scrolled the screen of her phone to find Jasmine's contacts. And as soon as he could, he called the girl.

Gayung greets, phone picked up on the sixth ring. Jasmine's melodious voice penetrated into her sense of hearing. If only he had no idea what Jasmine's true character looked like, Baskara would probably have been made to fall in love by that voice.

"Hi, Bus. Need something?" ask the girl.

"Don't disturb Blue" Baskara said to the point.

"the blue? Who's that?"

"Not pretend to be stupid,"

"Ah ... you mean, the girl who posted Fabian's photo? Your new whore?"

"Don't call her a whore, she's no longer selling herself." Grunts Baskara. One hand gripped tightly at the wheel.

Baskara actually heard the sound of laughter that was so crisp from across the phone. Making his emotions even more up, and his feelings wanted him to slap Jasmine's face so that the girl would shut her mouth immediately.

"Something, right? Because you never buy your betting target until later."

"Something or nothing, it's none of your business. The point is, don't disturb Blue. Because if he's why, I'll guarantee you your life will not be comfortable anymore." The phone was closed, Baskara threw the phone into the passenger seat, then immediately stepped on the accelerator and speeded on the street.

The rain that originally fell so fast, now gradually subsided, inversely proportional to the drizzle in the heart of Baskara which over time turned into a terrible storm that was too difficult to be alleviated.

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