Wagering
Forgive Me

The next day, from dawn until late in the afternoon, Fabian was really made to have a headache because Baskara had not given up on her offer to run away. Although he clearly refused, and had explained at length why they could not do the ridiculous idea, Baskara still whined at him.

Finally, tired of hearing Baskara's whining and no longer having the power to explain, he dragged Baskara and forced the young man to leave his residence immediately.

Of course, the scene was not easy. Because again, Baskara acted. Exactly like a puppy who was reluctant to be left by his employer, Baskara struggled spoiled in his arms. Baskara's head that was overgrown with hair a little curl and has begun to be swiped lengthwise to his arms, making him not only feel amused but also at the same time uncomfortable.

Fabian's struggle is only to make Baskara willing to get into the car and immediately go home not messing around. So, when he finally succeeded, Fabian heaved a sigh of relief as a form of appreciation to himself.

When Baskara's camphor and his car no longer appeared within sight, Fabian moved towards the garage. He immediately ridden his motorbike, turned on the engine and then immediately pulled the gas lever after making sure the helmet was well mounted on his head.

His beloved iron horse drove at a moderate pace, down a still-deserted road on a sunny Sunday afternoon. The sky above is a blend of orange, pink, white and slightly bluish patches that blend nicely, similar to a canvas that has been finished painted by the most powerful artists in the entire universe.

Half an hour drive, Fabian arrived at the Blue apartment complex. The motorbike he parked in the basement and he rushed up to the girl's unit.

As his feet swung down the hallway, Fabian sent Blue a few notification messages that he was coming and they had to talk about things.

However, until now her feet have stopped in front of the door of the apartment unit owned by Blue, the girl still has not replied to a single message he sent. Never reply, not read.

Fabian's gaze was fixed for quite a long time on the black door handle. There was little intention in his heart to enter the security code and just go in as he used to. But that intention quickly wore off as he recalled that his relationship with Blue was not good when they last separated. After all, he also thought it was not good to get used to directly entering into the dwelling owned by others.

So Fabian decided to call Blue first. He thought Blue might still be asleep, or in the bathroom so he didn't hear the tinkling of the messages he sent earlier.

The echoing waiting tone filled his cloud, making him subconsciously count every second wasted to wait until the call he made was connected. Ten seconds later, the waiting tone finally stopped, suggesting that the call had not been responded to at all.

Not giving up, Fabian tried once more. This time, he was a little impatient to be able to count how many more seconds he spent waiting. As long as the waiting tone sounded, he used his time to grumble.

The second call was not connected either. Fabian began to consider calling once again, or just went in with the intention to check because the goods Blue time was in trouble like the other day—when his feet sprained in the bathroom.

The second option is the winner. Six-digit numbers are immediately inputted, and the doorknob is lowered in a shuffling motion.

The first to greet Fabian when the apartment door finally opened was darkness. Whether because it was a habit, or basically the Blue was lazy, Fabian did find more lights in this apartment unit were not turned on on time.

Luckily, he had visited several times so he began to memorize where the lights switch from each room.

One by one the switches, starting from the one near the entrance are turned on, seeping into the kitchen, then the middle room. After all the lights were on, he started to circulate his gaze to find a Blue figure that could appear from anywhere.

But unfortunately, as far as the eye could see, Fabian did not find the existence of the girl at all. The bathroom door is also wide open, so the possibility of Blue being in it immediately fell without much consideration.

Now, there is only one room that has not been Fabian check, the Blue room.

At first hesitating, then Fabian swung a step closer to the door of the Blue room after gaining a bit of confidence along with the breath he took deeply. One hand raised, then landed on the wooden door with several beats made as smooth as possible— as possible not to make a rowdy, he said, but it was enough to be heard by Blue if the girl was actually inside her room.

Silent. No one's saying. Even after the knocks and other calls he made, Blue still did not reply.

Until it was time for Fabian to catch the sound of someone entering a security code into the door of Blue's apartment, and he immediately darted forward to check.

When his feet arrived at the door, there appeared a Blue figure from behind the open door. The girl appeared in an oversize T-shirt that swallowed up the shorts on her knees— made her look like she was not wearing pants— while carrying a white goodie bag with the logo and name of one of the restaurants fast food. Just like her, the girl also looked surprised when their gazes met.

"Why are you here?"

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"Why are you here?" tanya Blue after successfully normalizing her brain performance after a small therapeutic shock that appeared over Fabian's unexpected presence.

"Where did it end?" Fabian asked back.

Blue did not answer that question and preferred to close the door in the back with a slightly slammed motion then walk past Fabian just like that. He walked to the living room, immediately sat himself on the sofa and arranged the dining box he had been sitting on the table.

His appetite was slightly reduced when he found Fabian's presence. He was still upset that the young man had forbidden him to defend himself. However, the food that he had bought with this unkempt effort should not be wasted. He must still eat it, even though he had to swallow with difficulty because the safety felt so piled up that it caused a sensation stuck in the throat.

One mouthful that managed to get into the mouth then he chewed slowly while his eyes watched the figure of Fabian who followed into the middle room. As Fabian stood before him, the chewing results he swallowed with great difficulty.

Then, his appetite was completely depleted and he was no longer in the mood to touch his meal at all. The spoon in his hand he threw on the table, his narrow back he pressed onto the sofa as his two hands moved quickly folded in front of his chest.

"What interest are you in here?" ketusnya, bonus sharp gaze that feels can tear the body of the interlocutor into shapeless.

Unlike him who sewot not playing, the young man he spoke to actually looked relaxed. One hand was even put in a pants pocket, another one was clutching a cell phone on his side.

Really, it was the most annoying pose according to Blue. It was as if his anger was completely meaningless and the young man before him was just looking down on him.

"Lo mute?" the sarcasm. His gaze was sharpening, not intending to soften in the least.

Then "Sorry" became a word that Blue never thought he would get from Fabian. One unlucky magic word managed to make the Blue who was originally at a high level slowly down even though it could not disappear at all.

"Gue was wrong because he was angry at you, when you're just trying to defend yourself." Said the young man. "Gue was just worried about you, but the way I made that worry seem wrong and eventually made you think I had the ability to defend myself."

"You're strong enough to defend yourself, I know that. So, forgive me?"

Seriate