Wagering
Crushed

The next day, Baskara had returned to his initial suit. Being a bright and vibrant person, as if the tears she shed last night were nothing. As his consciousness gradually returned, his cowardice also grew bigger than yesterday.

Dizziness was still slightly felt in the head, but it did not discourage Baskara to stay down from the mattress and stagger out of the room. One hand was on the head, gently beating the back of the head to eliminate the remaining pain. While the other hand he used to hold as he walked slowly down one by one ladder.

Then, when he arrived in the kitchen, Baskara was treated to an unusual sight. Where his mother had been standing gracefully at the side of the dining table, while the father was sitting on one of the chairs while sipping tea in a cup.

"Morning, baby." His mother said she found her presence standing in the dividing area of the middle room with the kitchen.

Baskara returned the good morning with a kiss when she reached her side. As for the father, there was nothing Baskara could give other than a look of astonishment that could no longer be hidden.

"Papa's kok at home?" the question escaped after Baskara sat himself on the left side of the father. The question that finally made his father put down the tea cup and turned to look at him fixedly.

"It's Saturday" replied Jeffrey.

"I know," Baskara interrupted. He received a glass of milk that his mother gave him, drank it a little and then returned to devote attention to his father. "But Papa is usually busy even if it's Saturday or Sunday."

Baskara waited long enough, only for a breath that she herself did not even know what it meant. As before, he was not given any further explanation for any questions he asked his father. At best, he will only get understanding from the mother, who is like a spokesperson for the father who likes to be suddenly mute if he asks a question whose answer may be too difficult to explain.

"To be honest, Baskara's happy to have Papa home." Said later.

The remaining milk he had sank in a hurry, making him almost choke and end up feeling his stomach feel uncomfortable because of the volume of milk that entered simultaneously at one time. The empty glass then he put it on the table, then Baskara got up from his seat, put both hands into his pants pocket while again throwing a gaze to his father.

"But if Papa comes home just to go again for a long time, Baskara thinks better Papa comes home three months once as usual is also okay." Then he showed a thin smile, which disappeared in a few seconds.

There was no response he received from the father, only a foreign gaze, whose feelings could no longer make his chest burst out with joy. Even when he turned to his mother, Baskara also did not find the gaze he should find in the eyes of a woman who still loves her man so much. It was as if they had indeed been damaged, yet were too selfish to be able to let go of each other's grasp.

"Baskara doesn't need Papa, if it's just his body." Baskara looked back at her father, who was still locking his lips tightly. "Find the lost soul of Papa, take him home. New Baskara's gonna believe that our family's all right."

"And to Mama," Baskara's gaze turned to her mother. "Enough. You no longer have to pretend that everything is okay. Mama's efforts to make Baskara believe that our family is okay is maximal, that's enough. So now Mama can be more honest with her own feelings. Mama can cry, Mama can mosquito, Mama can fight with Papa in front of Baskara. That's okay, no problem."

"Bas," Sera's voice sounded softly.

For his mother, Baskara always provides a stock of sincere smiles, no matter if his heart is broken though. As now, when the corners of his lips lifted and he took one hand out of his pocket to grasp the property of his mother who was clinging to each other on the table.

"Mama has become the best mother" said Baskara while slightly bowing her body towards the mother. "Now, it's time for Mama to fight for her happiness as a human. If Mama feels that happiness does not come while Mama is still Papa's wife, then Baskara does not mind if you have to separate. Whatever it is, Baskara just wants the best for you both." Then Baskara re-enforced her body, pulled her hand and hurt her again.

"Mama and Papa know best what your real relationship is. So, Baskara hopes, you can be wise to determine which path to take." Said Baskara with his clever ass. In fact, half-dead he held back fearing that his father and mother would actually separate. But come to think of it, her condition now also makes no difference to children whose parents divorced, maybe even worse.

"Hc ... Baskara's going to Bian, yeah. Play a game together." Chirps Baskara a few seconds later, breaking the silence that is longer incarnate becomes bigger and more powerful. "Mama and Papa used the time there to discuss. If there is a decision, do not hesitate to tell Baskara. Whatever it is, Baskara's got to support it."

Afterwards, Baskara looked at her mother and father in turn, smiled her perfunctory smile and turned around and walked back to her room. His steps swayed so lightly, he even hummed cheerful songs as long as his feet stepped.

In the kitchen, silence was created. Because neither Jeffrey nor Sera knew where to start. Everything is too tangled to find the starting point.

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But today, Saturday went another for him. His desire to play games all day he had to undo, because the sound of glassware continued to disturb the shade even though the headphones he had attached to the ear.

So with the drunken remains still not completely gone, Fabian came out of the room and rushed down the stairs to the beer storage shed at the back of the house.

The door of the room opened slightly, but Fabian could not see anything as it was all dark. His mother had never turned on the lights in the room, either because it was too lazy, or indeed it was her goal so that she was not found easily when she fainted. Maybe her mother hoped someone would have trouble finding her dead body? Could be.

Fabian barged in after sounding out once again the sound of the object breaking. The smell of alcohol instantly burst into his sense of smell, making him assume that the objects that had been broken by his mother were bottles containing a collection of beer that had been loved by the woman like her own child.

And sure enough, when Fabian used a flashlight from his cell phone to look for the whereabouts of his mother, he found the woman holding a beer bottle ready for him to hit the wall in front of her. The woman's movements practically stopped as the flashlight flashed to her face, and her flat gaze instantly turned sharp when she found out that it was Fabian who had interrupted her activities.

"Get out!" throw the woman out. The beer bottle in his hand he put it back on the shelf, then he walked over to Fabian with a keen gaze on the young man.

"Get out!" reworked. But this time it was accompanied by a body movement that pushed the rough chest of Fabian so as to make the young man take a few steps back.

However, Fabian decided not to budge today. Before his feet touched the outer area of the storage shed, Fabian blocked his mother's arm. He clutched the two arms so strongly that it made the owner grimace and no longer had the strength to push his body like that. Fabian's sharp gaze countered, no less sharp and piercing.

"Deliver!" Raya thrashed, but Fabian did not show any mercy at all. What was there, the young man's grip was even stronger, and his gaze grew even sharper.

"Stop makes a scene" Fabian said in a low voice, but it sounded intimidating. "Bian just wants to play the game quietly, so Mama please don't fuss and keep kayak gini."

"Deliver! You have no right to set me up!"

"There!" Fabian screeched right in front of Raya's face. "This is Mama's son! Want Mama to deny a hundred million times, Bian is still a child born from the womb of Mama! So Bian has the right to set up Mama, for the good of both of us!"

"Curtain!" Raya forcefully pulled her arm from Fabian's grip, and succeeded because it seemed Fabian was careless when he poured all his energy to scream.

Kingdom moved backwards, keeping a considerable distance with a still defiant gaze towards Fabian. "The only good you can give me is that you die."

The deg!

Fabian felt his chest being hit once, using a giant sledgehammer that managed to smash through him in an instant. He knew it was a wish his mother had always wanted to make. But, for the first time, he heard the desire straight from his mother's mouth, and it hurt.

"Containing and giving birth to you is a disaster for me." The word again. In the corners of his eyes, there are tear circles ready to slide freely when getting permission. "I give up so many things just so you can live. And after you live, I still have to sacrifice even more! You're a disaster, Fabian! The disaster!" She screamed hysterically. Then cry like crazy.

After being satisfied with just hearing his mother cry, Fabian let out a long breath. Perhaps, it was time for him to stop maintaining this damn life. A life that even he could not enjoy at all, although he could buy anything with money that settled in his personal savings.

"okay." Fabian said slowly. He looked at his mother, then continued. "Later Bian died. Later, after Mama healed. After my mom doesn't slam things anymore. After you take your medicine, and no more alcohol."

"So, if Mama wants Bian to die quickly, the henchmen, don't make a fuss."

Then Fabian walked out of the storage shed, leaving his crying mother alone.

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