Wagering
Labile

Since none of Blue's food products were truly edible, Fabian finally decided to order food via the app to fill the stomachs of those who thrashed.

After filling the stomach, Blue's formless cooking, with heavy hearts thrown into the garbage can, left to be stooped with other garbage that has already become residents.

Blue, as a person who struggled to cook the ingredients until it became a dish that was far from perfect, seemed to bite his lower lip to withstand the tightness that quietly reached the chest. It felt like he was forced to let go of his dear children to go to distant, banished, isolated places.

Okay, that's overkill. Blue has only become much more dramatic as it approaches its monthly period. Never mind seeing the cuisine that he made painstakingly finally discarded, seeing a mosquito that he accidentally patted to death alone can make his tears flow rapidly. Whereas in ordinary days, he brutally beat innocent mosquitoes who just want to find food.

"It's redundant, I know." Fabian said after piling the dishes into the sink after making sure the contents moved to the garbage can. "But this is better than us poisoning" he continued. He looked at Blue concerned, a little pity to find the girl still moody.

"Have it?" tanya Blue is sad.

Although not hearty, Fabian still nodded his head. "There's no history of fried rice being sweet, Bi." Fabian shuddered in horror at the sweet taste that dominated his tongue thanks to Blue fried rice. The sweetness does not come from soy sauce, but really the sweet taste of sugar—which Fabian himself did not understand why Blue included it.

Blue grunts, shuffles towards the dining table and sits directly on one of the chairs. His head fell limp on the table for a short time, his gaze so sweet, like the most upset man in the world.

While in place, Fabian could only sigh many times before finally catching up with Blue and sitting opposite him.

With minimal courage, he poked Blue's arm, hoping the girl would turn her head towards him for a moment. But, stubbornly Blue again won. Don't look, move not a bit.

"If you don't see, I*****, yes." Threat Fabian.

Immediately, Blue lifted his head from the table, swerving towards Fabian as if to prey on the young man alive. "Not less kick me that time? Want again?" ask with a super duper tone ketus.

Fabian grimaced considering the pain he had felt the other day. Then his head practically shook with a horrified look. "Handling, Bi. Kidding." He said while chuckling awkwardly.

Blue exhales loudly. His gaze momentarily returned to the trash cans that had swallowed the results of his cooking, then turned to Fabian and once again he sighed dramatically. "Lo know it's not like, have tried but the edges do not produce results?" eve.

"It's not that it doesn't work," Fabian corrected. "It's just not perfect yet. Next can try again, I promise to make lo."

"But still," Blue's voice began to sound like it was whining. "Gue was very sad to see the results of my cooking go into the trash can that is all." With her lips curved downwards.

"Do you want to take the food again?" origin of Fabian. Of course, the proposal led him to a pain in the head from a perfectly landed blow.

"That's rude!" the protest, but Blue did not respond at all. The girl put her head back on the table, as if she had lost the spirit of life completely.

Oh, my God... Until when will this failed cooking drama take place? Now that it was almost nine o'clock, he had to go home immediately if he did not want to be forced to stay again by this chatty blue girl. But if the drama is not over, how can he go home in peace?

Twisting his brain to think about how to make Sabiru stop crying over his cooking, Fabian's phone left on the pantry rang loudly, making him have to get up from the chair.

Blue who was still rolling his head on the table, just glanced at Fabian who was not in the fog approached his phone. Until the young man sat opposite him again talking to someone across the phone, he gave the young man little interest.

"Now so?"

"Duh, I'm the same Blue."

"Kan, I'm not following along."

"Baskara asked for it?"

Wait for. A baskara?

Like a magic keyword, the name managed to make Blue re-establish his body. The spirit that was originally eroded to the point of barely being left now began to slowly return to fill his chest. He looked at Fabian seriously, sharpening his sense of hearing to eavesdrop more.

Realizing himself to be noticed, Fabian raised his brow side in astonishment. Someone who is still raving across the phone he ignored for a while, the phone is also a little he kept away from the ear. "Why?" tanyanya full of search.

But, he instead found Blue shaking with a faint smile appearing.

"Superficial, lo." Fabian sneered.

"An hour we start, hunt here." Tell someone, who is none other than Juan.

"My problem is again the same Blue now," Fabian tried to ngeles. To be honest, he had no interest at all in coming to meet Juan's invitation.

"Yes, why? Lo ajakin you guys," suggested Juan lightly.

"Where can it be?" Fabian held his voice so as not to raise. He had glanced at Blue again, before finally the phone was turned off unilaterally by Juan who seems to have begun to get tired of negotiating.

Fabian was obviously upset. He stared at his phone screen for so long, quietly starting to build a screenplay inside his head as if he was punching Juan in the face to the point of being almost shapeless.

"Why?" tanya Blue, interrupt.

"What?" Fabian asked back.

"That's a call from your friend, right?"

"Yes on?"

"Yes why? What was? He told you what? How do you bring my name?" cerocos Blue, exactly a firecracker at the wedding that does not stop before the circuit runs out.

Blue chimneys are similar to the buzzing of bees. Not only does it cause a repellent in the ear, but also a dizziness that slowly reaches the head. Ogah heard the rant further, Fabian opened his mouth to explain in detail. About who called, and anything that was told to him.

"That was Juan," he started. "Gajakin race," he continued. His back rested on the chair, his hands folded in front of his chest with a mobile phone he still held comfortably in one hand.

"Will you not race?"

"Baskara asked me to come, make me a supporter." He explains.

"Yes, it's been,"

"What?" Fabian's confused.

And the confusion grew - so when Blue got up from the chair, as fast as lightning ran towards the room to then return with a leather jacket that had been attached to his body. The training pants that were originally worn by the girl had also been changed into torn-up jeans at the knee. The blue color that has faded as if to tell how long the journey to this point, accompany the days of the owner.

"Come," Blue enthusiastically. The original bond was released, making the fine strands of her hair unravel so beautifully. The movement of his hand that was touching the strands of his long hair also managed to make Fabian gawk for a while, secretly admiring how small changes alone could have made the figure of Blue look many times more attractive.

It probably took about eight seconds, until Fabian finally came to his senses from daydreaming and immediately re-enforced his back.

"Where?" tanyakanya.

"So the fans for your friends who are in the race." Answer Blue.

"Nothing. It's late tomorrow, you don't have class?"

"There's a morning class,"

"Well, right. Don't." Don't."

"Quiet, anyway. One of my skills is still able to wake up early even though it is up until dawn." The Blue word prides itself. "Udah ah, let's hunt the road."

Without waiting for approval, the girl passed first. His steps looked light, faintly Fabian also heard the girl humming softly.

Until then, Blue's body disappeared behind the bint and all Fabian could do was sigh roughly before finally getting up following the girl.

"So pouting, now so excited it looks. Emang labile tuh man," his grunts while speeding up the steps.

Seriate