Wagering
Home

Man can desire, but God always has the power to determine what should happen and what should not.

When Fabian was excited to drive his motorbike to the headquarters, the rain suddenly fell so hard. Without warning, without proper warning so the young man ended up berating the weather forecast that never fit. Finally, the motor was returned to the garage, with the remnants of rain water that had wetted some parts of the iron horse.

Grumbling, Fabian walked back inside the house. His steps jerked, as if he was able to melt whatever he inched with the power that was in him.

However, not until both feet stepped on the inside of the house, the cloud heard the sound of the roar of the car engine that was earthy with the sound of heavy rainwater.

Fabian turned his head, threw his gaze far across, through the towering high gate only to find Baskara's car already on the side of the road. The car glass was lowered slowly, revealing the figure of a young man with disheveled hair and a facial appearance that was no less messy. From there, Fabian realized that Baskara's mood was not much different from his.

All the emotions and resentment that had accumulated in Fabian's chest instantly dissipated, pouring with the dust that was splashed with rainwater.

With light steps and great difficulty, he ran towards the gate, breaking through the rain that he had once mercilessly scorned. The high gate he opened the padlock, then he shifted until it was wide open so that Baskara's car could drive into the yard.

What he had been so upset about was that the rain had slightly soaked his clothes and hair, now Fabian had volunteered to make himself fully wet under the rain. He even smiled so widely as his legs swung toward Baskara who had opened the car door, preparing to get out.

"You want rain?" baskara asked, and Fabian did not need to think any longer to nod his head.

Baskara then came down from the car, joined by himself to pour himself under the raindrops that fell increasingly heavy from the sky.

For a moment, they were silent. Look at each other and chase each other through the gaze of their eyes that both look deeper. Until then, Baskara moved idly, shaking his left leg firmly so as to make a small puddle of water under his feet bulldoze. The water splashed, hitting Fabian's feet in just a short time.

Not accepting, Fabian also replied by doing the same. War can no longer be avoided. They clenched their legs, occasionally holding each other's bodies so that the jolts made were not too strong so that the splashes were also not as much as before.

During the minutes of doing so, they ended up tired as well. But that doesn't mean they will stop. Instead of pulling their bodies onto the porch for shelter, the two ran around, circling around Fabian's spacious courtyard.

They laughed, broke out under the rain while chasing each other. They also fell down, rolling over the grass, making the clothes they were wearing dirty exposed to the ground from the innocent grasses that were uprooted as they rolled over it.

"My eyes are grievous," complained Baskara. But he was still unwilling to let go of his embrace of Fabian who was now sitting in front of him.

"Same. My nose is also a gatel, like it's ground entry." Fabian was complaining. If usually he would kick Baskara's body away from him, this time he let the boy who was only a few months older than him was a sag. He did not even mind when Baskara leaned his chin on his shoulder, as if his shoulder was the most comfortable resting place.

"Bi, uh,"

"Hmm?"

"Kabur yuk, go abroad." Baskara.

"Later, wait a lot for my money." Fabian.

Feeling Fabian's answer was not in accordance with his wishes, Baskara suddenly released a hug and then poked dislike towards the young man. "You have a lot of money, Anjir. I could make a six-seed Mixue shophouse." Celeste Baskara.

The presence of Mixue in the middle of their chat immediately made Fabian feel intrigued. The ice cream trademark that is being hit is indeed a few times the conversation, the, even some students on campus like to joke that they should not leave their buildings too long for fear of being taken over by Mixue business owners. However, hearing the trademark was called by a Baskara turned out to give a funny effect that was many times greater.

Fabian was laughing. He even refused to stop laughing even though Baskara hit his arm a few times.

"What's so funny?!" baskara protested after his strength was no longer able to make Fabian stop his laughter.

"Mixue .. ahahaha ... Mixue, anjir." Fabian spoke intermittently, then laughed again. "Lo knows, doesn't he? What's in my head when you call that brand?"

"No." Baskara looked upset.

Only then did Fabian assuage his laughter, leaving behind the sweet smile he used to charm the women.

"Gue kebayang lo turned into a snow puppet in the Mixue logo, continue to sing Mixue mars while lo geol-geol butt." After speaking, Fabian chuckled again. The shadow of a Baskara in a cute snowman costume, holding a stick with ice cream cones and his butt swaying really made Fabian's stomach feel cramped.

Oh, comeon. You have to imagine it yourself to know what Fabian is feeling right now.

Meanwhile, Baskara whose face and body were made into the material of ridiculous imagination by Fabian can only crackle many times.

He was completely at a loss for words, and ended up letting Fabian laugh at himself to the fullest. Later, he went with Fabian when the young man got up, and practiced for himself how the snow puppet in his shadow jogged.

That afternoon, under the moping sky, Fabian and Baskara were transformed into untarnished little ones. They put aside all the restlessness that exists, expel all the sadness and grief that they keep in the chest for a long time. 

Playing in the rain is exhausting, believe me. However, the effects obtained afterwards are really comparable to the fatigue received. Because, after they entered the house and took a bath in warm water, Fabian and Baskara felt their originally dim spirit re-lit, even tend to be brighter.

The burden on their shoulders seems to be wasted along with the laughter they release without burden. And now, in the same blanket, the two human children were enjoying their time sitting on the bed, with a gaze fixed on the television screen that displays a cartoon series that will generally be watched by elementary school-age children.

"Watching Fifty Shades of Grey?" baskara proposed, even though his hands still move to put snacks into his mouth and his eyes remain busy staring at the television screen.

"Watch that is the same as you lose" said Fabian, making Baskara turn and their noses almost meet because at the same time, Fabian also turned his head.

"The moron!" scream them together. Their bodies reflexively retreated, and thanks to proper braking, they both survived a humiliating tumbling tragedy.

"Lo if you want to look, at least love first!" omel Fabian, while correcting his sitting position by providing more distance between himself and Baskara.

"Yes the same!" Baskara doesn't want to lose. But, unlike Fabian who distanced himself, he instead moved closer while pulling a blanket wrapped in their bodies to get back together.

"Don't go far, cold, bego." Before Fabian could open his mouth.

"Gue there's another blanket in the closet, you want?" haggard Fabian. He thought, Baskara is really cold and needs one blanket for himself. He does not understand, if in fact Baskara just want to be close to each other, to make up for the loneliness left over the departure of Jeffrey years ago.

"No, one is enough." Answer Baskara. He did not want to melancholy, so before his feelings became gray again, he brought up the topic they discussed earlier. Watching the western series Fifty Shades of Grey.

"Loss," said Fabian.

"Well, why, Bambang!" Baskara was getting a little upset.

"If I want to, how? Same time of practice, lo?"

Gee. There was really only one word that came to Baskara's head when he heard Fabian's reply. Because ... he did not think that his friend turned out to have thoughts also in that direction. Because he never saw Fabian dating, Baskara to think that maybe the boy did have a disorder.

Turns out oh it turns out, Fabian is still normal. Only his brain is too logical so refrain from things that he thinks are okay to do.

Don't copy it, guys. That is indeed the thought of Baskara, who considers that *** free is a reasonableness of origin can guarantee the health of each and the partners invited to play.

Well, back to Baskara. The young man was silent for quite a while, dumbfounded, and too lost for words.

Unfortunately, when his brain returned to work, the answer he gave instead made another war between himself and Fabian begin.

"It's okay if you want to try" he said lightly.

Don't ask what happens next. Fabian whose patience can sometimes be thinner than facial tissue divided by three, hit Baskara's body that is not ready to receive any attack. The more bulging body he dropped into the mattress, he sat on his stomach and his hand was gripping the front of the shirt that Baskara was wearing.

"Lo's eyes try! I'm still normal!" his protest.

Then the struggle can no longer be avoided. They attack each other, even though the context is joking. Blankets, sheets and pillows are no longer in place. In fact, some feathers from inside the pillow scattering out, and, it floated in the air before finally falling aesthetically on the floor of the room which was a silent witness as the bodies of the two young men fell on it and the sound of screeches echoed across the room.

"The bone on my back is like a broken bone," complained Baskara, painstakingly rising from a falling position on his back with one leg still stuck on the mattress.

While Fabian who fell down on his stomach, grimacing held the pain in his knees and palms that he used as a pedestal so that his face did not fall first to the hard floor.

"My neck is scuffed, like there's a sliding bone, it hurts." Fabian followed along whining while holding his own knee.

Then, uncommanded, they moved closer, hugged each other and cried roaring together.

Yeah, it was just a joke. They are just dramatizing the atmosphere. Because after that, they again sat next to each other, looking at each other for a few moments before finally breaking up together.

In the midst of the laughter created so blaring, Fabian stole a glance towards Baskara. Quietly slipped a wish that was too impossible to be granted. He wanted, at least, once in a lifetime, God allowed him to have Baskara as a brother. As a place to go home when he has no one, including his mother.

I love you so much, Bas. His whisper, then he drowned again in the laughter that he created so suddenly.

Seriate