Wagering
Safety First

Only half-eight Fabian arrived at his home after a brief consultation session with Doctor Abraham. Still quite late in the afternoon, for the size of him who prefers to stay up until late at night.

The car he was driving had stopped in front of the fence a few minutes ago, but he was still reluctant to go down to open the gate and put his car into the garage.

The consideration of the deal he would offer his mother became the hottest topic in his head at the moment. Takes more places until other things he should also think of become alienated, cornered as far away from the center of the brain.

Fabian is like an empty shell now. Only a large body was helplessly slung in the driver's seat while his life had already drifted out of nowhere.

Then, the loud ringing of the cell phone became a savior before Fabian actually died. His consciousness gathered in quick time, as fast as the reflex of his moving hand grabbing the phone on the dashboard then answering the incoming call.

"Hello, girlfriend!" an excited cry greeted from across. Who else is the owner of the chirping sound, if not Sabiru, his beloved girlfriend who all day is busy with her own world.

"Why?" because Fabian was not energetic, the question he threw in a perfunctory tone.

"So, loyo really lo? What haven't you eaten yet?"

Fabian grunting. The driver's seat that he had previously set to be able to make him half lying down now he stood back up. "Mending to the point, yes. I no longer have the energy to make a storm at all."

"Well, who wants to make a fuss?!" blue Pekik. His thunderous voice forced Fabian to keep the phone away from the ears. His eyes were reflexively closed, and his hand rubbed against the suddenly hot ears.

"Yes, the man said, what do you need?" fabian asked after the pengang in his ear disappeared.

"Gue needs you. I-ka-rang."

"Gue's busy,"

"Not want to know! Anyway, half an hour you don't stay here, you're the same as me!"

And ... The phone just turned off, making Fabian wonder where the blue girl's manners were.

Or maybe he doesn't have it?

Ha. ... wrong himself agreed to join the bet. Already knew his life was complicated, instead of finding a way out, it created new problems. Fabian seems to have to consult more with psychiatrists from all over the world. Because presumably, he was indeed the most insane among all the people he had met all his life.

Although his head almost broke and his life almost flew back, Fabian still put his seatbelt back on. The engine of the car he turned on, allowed to heat longer before finally the gas pedal he stepped deeply.

On the streets that counted densely, Fabian drove recklessly. Unheeded the sound of a simple horn from behind, the result of his inappropriate behavior overtaking other vehicles without giving a warning.

If his sanity was full, Fabian would not have done this. He hates conflict the most, and as much as possible avoids any problems because it will be very troublesome to find a way out.

But since his sanity was already at the lower threshold, he did not even mind if one of the people he had overtaken just now did not accept and they would end up fighting. Perhaps, it is also exciting if he can be beaten all out by people, then die horribly on the side of the road and not found by anyone until a few days later.

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"This ... what?" asked Fabian with a cengo look. In front of him now, there are various kinds of dishes that .. ah, Fabian did not even have the heart to mention that various things he on the plate was a dish that can be eaten by humans.

Unlike Fabian who was almost at a loss for words, Blue actually seemed excited when offering a plate of fried rice that was striped. In some parts, the rice looks blackish brown, while in others it still looks like rice that just accidentally spilled a little soy sauce.

"Gue learned to cook" said the girl.

"Yes?"

"alone. Wiggling the recipe on google, keep looking at how to cook it on YouTube."

Fabian stared at the striped fried rice once again, switching to other dishes that he wasn't even sure should name the cuisine Blue made.

On one plate, it looks like a seafood capcay, but if you pay attention to it in more detail, the vegetables that are there are clearly cut in the original way. Shrimp that criss-cross in the middle of vegetables with unaesthetic pieces was also not peeled—Fabian was not sure the shrimp was cleaned properly.

On another plate, there is tofu and fried tempe— the color is also striped like the fate of fried rice. One side is charred, the other is still white ALIAS RAW!

Wrestling... Fabian did not know what possessed Blue until the girl thought of learning to cook. Clearly, the results were completely chaotic.

Some say, do not judge the book by its cover. For some cases, Fabian knew it was true. However, for this case, Fabian is convinced that the appearance of the food Blue made has presented what it tastes like. How indecision about whether the food could be consumed was so great, and too difficult to just throw it away.

"Why? Do you doubt my abilities? It's not you who said it to me at that time that there is still a possibility for me to learn to cook?"

"Okay, I'm ruining my talk." Cut Fabian. "Not everyone should be able to cook. After all, God created so many facilities. You can buy food outside, as long as you have money."

"Plins!" Blue is getting upset. He crossed paths, even more desperate when he found Fabian so disgusted at the results of the cuisine he made with all his heart.

"Gue make it hard, Bian. My hands hit the knife, nih!" blue Grunt while showing the index finger of his left hand that is plastered.

The small wound had managed to grab Fabian's attention within a short period of time. Forgetting all the sightings of food not worth consuming on the table, he grabbed Blue's hand. The plaster of Sinchan's wounds he took off slowly so he could check how deep the wound caused by the kitchen knife scratches that Blue used.

When the plaster came off, Fabian grimaced right then and there. The wound on Blue's finger was quite deep. Blood was even still seeping when his hand accidentally pressed the girl's flickering finger a bit hard.

"Lo wants to chop vegetables or kill himself, huh?!" snapped Fabian suddenly. Because of his panic, his tone of voice so raised unconsciously.

Blue who was in high enthusiasm, hoping to be appreciated for his efforts to learn to cook, suddenly frowned with teary eyes when he even got it instead.

The good news is, Fabian is a sensitive person. He noticed the change in Blue's expression quickly, so that his brain could be invited to work together to produce words and actions that would prevent the girl's tears from spilling over.

In a voice as soft as silk, Fabian then said, "This wound is so deep, Bi. Must hurt, huh? I used to take the right medication." Then he took Blue's hand to the middle room.

The girl just according. Either because he was still in shock at the screams he received, or the pain began to return from the wound that was left gaping.

"Where do you store P3K boxes?" asked Fabian after sitting Blue on the sofa.

Blue pointed at the drawer on the television table using his chin, and Fabian immediately darted there to retrieve the P3K box. He returned shortly afterwards, immediately moving nimble to bring out whatever was needed to treat Blue's wounds.

No one spoke after that. Fabian focused on treating the wound, while Blue's head was still too empty to be able to give any reaction.

"Well, it's already." Fabian said after finishing giving the final touch, which is wrapping a new wound plaster. Not to forget he rubbed a slow rub on the injured part, as a magic spell that he always believed could help recover wounds faster.

Next, the items he had taken out of the P3K box he put back in place. The white box with the red plus sign logo was then returned to the drawer, and he immediately returned to Blue who was still silent since then.

"Other times, you have to be more careful." Fabian said after sitting next to Blue. He glanced at the girl's face, silently admiring how the slow-moving sweat-bulbs down the girl's temple didn't even look disturbing at all.

"Which name is learning that, it takes time, Bi." He said again, as his hands wiped the sweat that had now reached the chin of the girl. "No need to rush. You don't have to succeed in one try. It takes scientists many times before they invent something, let alone us, whose IQ is just at the threshold of average."

"And most importantly, you must ensure your safety first. Because it's also useless you succeeded in the first experiment, if the edges you even hurt yourself."

"Little wounds only" Blue squeak.

Fabian who disagreed with the statement also clucked. "Whatever small, the name of the wound is still a wound, it should not be underestimated."

Unlike the boy who was being pranked for having done wrong, Blue lowered her head, played her own fingers to shift the focus from Fabian who was now looking at her seriously.

The man exhaled so long, knowing that his scolding might reach Sabiru's ears in another way. Slowly, he grabbed the girl's hand, patted the back of the delicate hand several times to make the owner want to glance at her even if only a little.

"Gue is no longer angry you, don't misunderstand." Said. Every time he glanced at Blue's face, the girl would instantly draw a glance, such as deliberately so that their gazes did not meet at one point. "Sorry, I've been snapping at you too. I'm just freaking out, Bi. We may just be dating pretend, but as fellow humans, I can't get rid of my conscience so when you're hurt. You get me, right?"

Blue nodded faintly after a moment of silence. His hands are still in Fabian's hands. Now, it has even gone wrong. Instead of deepening his intention for revenge, he instead fostered guilt towards the young man. Little by little, until one day it might hoard him alive.

"Well," Blue felt her hand being released slowly. Then a touch landed on his chin, leading him slowly for the sake of an unfortunate eye meeting, further making him lose his way.

"Not be moody. The food that I was going to try anyway, make tell you anything less. Next time, I will spare time to teach you how to cook, slowly, not grouchy like gini. Okay?"

"Okay," Blue great-grandson. His face was still gloomy, thinking about the fate of his cooking that would probably end up in the trash after only tasting a little. But how else? If the reality is not edible, then you should not.

"Good girl," then, a subtle swipe landed on Blue's head, instantly eroding the disappointment piled up on his chest, replaced by a feeling too difficult to explain.

Oh my God .. Of the many ways to launch revenge, why did Blue have to do it through Fabian?

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