Wagering
Not Home

By nightfall, when Baskara and Fabian finally decided to share the bed because Baskara as a guest refused to go home, they spent minutes just lying next to each other. Their gaze was straight up, on the dark ceiling of the room, with a small beam of moonlight that snaked in through the air vent.

Outside, the rain is still falling. The cold air that entered through the gap of the balcony door that was deliberately left open a little occasionally made Baskara inching towards Fabian in search of warmth. Just to be thrown like a bunch of useless junk.

"Lo every day like this?" baskara asked, breaking the silence that had been dancing in the air.

Fabian turned his head, where he found Baskara holding out his right hand upward, as if to reach for the bulb attached to the ceiling of his room, which was now dimly lifeless.

"How do you think this means?"

"Yes gini. Silent, quiet."

Silent. Slender. Two things that Fabian wanted to feel at home. Because Raya just keeps making a fuss that finally makes her get used to it.

"I usually hit at this hour" said Fabian Lirih. He looked back up, but this time on the ceiling of his room began to see the silhouette of the face of the mother who never showed hospitality to him. "Usually, he'll start slamming things, making a noise that makes the ears like my head seem to explode."

"But it's quiet now?"

Fabian chuckled softly. "Because there's lo, maybe."

For a few seconds, Baskara was silent. His hands that were originally raised high now he lowered them slowly. He turned to Fabian, looking at the young man's face fixedly.

"Well, what if I stay here forever?" his proposal after being satisfied only looked at Fabian's handsome face.

Beside him, Fabian was just laughing. The young man then moved slowly to sit himself until the blanket wrapped in their bodies was revealed.

"Lo is that as loving as me?" ask the young man.

Baskara. His globular eyes that turned pushy became a sign of how upset he was because Fabian again responded to his proposal with a joke. He then rose up, a little sewot when shaking the blanket until now his entire body was free from the thick cloth.

"Yes." Yeah." Said. His sitting position then he made facing Fabian so that it was easier to show his seriousness to the snot boy. "Gue is as loving as you are. Love is dead, even. So, let me stay here." Its effects.

The laughter that originally filled the air, slowly subsided before finally being completely muffled. Silence returned to being a friend who was so familiar, when Fabian did not open his mouth and instead nailed to look at Baskara who was straddling in front of him.

Second by second passed in vain. Not a single word managed to come out, not even with the gaze of the two who were both unwilling to escape from each other. Fabian and Baskara were suddenly mute. Their brains froze, making all the cells in their bodies no longer able to work to respond.

Until then, there was a thunderbolt that struck so fiercely, without giving a warning first.

Fabian gasped, as well as Baskara who immediately stroked his chest that was beating no muddle because of the arrival of the damn lightning.

Lightning struck twice again, accompanied by a gust of strong wind which was a sign that the rain that had originally fallen thinly now began to turn into a raging storm.

Quickly, after overcoming his shock at the lightning that first echoed, Fabian jumped down from the mattress. The balcony door he closed tightly, then he keyed to make sure the storm outside did not barge in and ravage what was in his room. After that, Fabian walked back to the bed.

"This is not my house" was the first sentence Fabian said after he sat on the edge of the bed. He sat back to Baskara, staring straight at the curtain-covered balcony door.

"This place is not suitable to be used as a place to live, let alone be called a house." Fabian said again, then he turned to Baskara with eyes that were too difficult to read. "So you can't be here. No one can be here,"

"Including lo,"

Instead of agreeing, Fabian shook his head while smiling thinly. "Gue is an exception."

"Where can that be?!" sergeant Baskara. Fabian still looks calm. "If it's not home, and it's not worth leaving, then you can't be here either. Come on, we're running away from here."

Again, Fabian nodded. "My life starts here, and if I have to end it has to be here."

"Nothing will end!" tightness reached Baskara's chest so quickly as Fabian said that. He even felt his eyes heat up, where the tears were ready to slide free if he lost control of himself for even a second.

For him, Fabian was not just a friend. More than the comfortable feeling he had for Juan and Reno, Baskara felt he had a stronger inner bond with Fabian, though to date he has no idea what the reason is.

"Bas, you cry?" fabian panics when he finds a clear mist enveloping Baskara's eyes. He reached out to touch Baskara's face, but the young man shook his hand that very second.

"Fuck." Baskara's voice began to tremble. "Come, Bi. We ran away far away. Where are you going? America's? The korean? The japs? The british? Wherever you want, I'll come."

"Bag,"

"Please..." Baskara started whining. He was tired of his life here, too. Starting a life in a new place, where no one recognizes them also doesn't sound bad.

But once again, Fabian remained stubborn with his stance to survive in this hell.

"Lo still has nyokap, which will be sad if you stay alone." Fabian.

"We can run away three,"

"It's not that easy, Baskara."

Frustrated, Baskara ruffled her own hair. "How come?"

Fabian even commented a thin smile. "Not how. Take a walk usually. We can still have fun by drinking to bloating in Mega. It can still exist in Neo. Most importantly, you can still bet. Aye, right?" his chatter was accompanied by an up-and-down movement of eyebrows that immediately made the tears Baskara who was originally about to overflow suddenly attracted back to the existing storage room.

"Lo dog!" pissed Baskara.

"Well, that's why you're angry. The most respected gang leader in Neo mewek, anyway? Not very." Fabian Eject. But behind the mockery, he was actually just trying to restore the cheer in the middle of the cloud that was enveloping the two of them.

"Bacot," Baskara's nag. Then he slammed his body into the mattress, taking a slanted position against Fabian while pulling the blanket to cover his entire body and head.

At his place, Fabian again chuckled. Even though he could not realize Baskara's proposal, at least he still felt relieved because he knew there was someone who cared so much about him. That way, he didn't feel too lonely right now.

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