Wagering
Don't Mess Up With Her

Arriving at the race location, the atmosphere was already crowded. In total there are seven participants who want to participate in the race tonight, including Baskara, Reno and Juan. All three are ready on their respective bikes. The wobble from the gas lever that was pulled deeply echoed in disdain. The encouragement from the supporters present also enlivened the atmosphere.

There, there was also the figure of Jasmine. The kuntilanak—new name of Fabian—shameless wall face, smiling so brightly on the side of Baskara that did not look comfortable at all when his shoulder was rubbed by the girl.

"Gue can't go through the same trouble with her, right?" whispered Blue. His eyes watched Jasmine's movements that became increasingly fond of Baskara's body. There was a strange feeling that reached him when he found that Baskara was not trying to avoid at all when his body was seduced.

In fact, when their gazes finally met and he could see the young man smiling through his eyes when his face was covered in a full face helmet, he said, Blue felt Baskara as if she deliberately wanted to let Jasmine touch more—entah for what reason.

"No. If you mess around, I drag you home." Just like Blue, Fabian's gaze also could not be separated from the figure of Jasmine and Baskara. It felt like he wanted to drag the kuntilanak away, put it in a bottle and then washed it into the river to flow far away.

However, there was nothing Fabian could do because Baskara did not look to get rid of the kuntilanak.

"If he's the one who messes with me first, how about it?" ask Blue. After a long time passed, he finally let go of Baskara to then look at Fabian who was standing beside him.

The man also turned his head, nailed his gaze for a while before finally returning to cast a gaze forward. "He is the one I dragged," he said slowly, but still sounded firm and impressed convincing.

Then, there was no more chatter between them as one of the youths who had originally been in the crowd walked towards the starting line. The young man with the rose tattoo on his neck pulled out a blue cloth, then hung the cloth in the air as his eyes stared at one by one race participants.

Jasmine the kuntilanak, and several other girls who were also standing at the side of the race participants stepped aside, understanding that the cloth was a sign that the race was about to start.

After making sure there were no more girls on the track, the young man began to put up horses and count down, starting from three.

"Three,"

"Two,"

"One,"

"Go's!" he exclaimed, along with the cloth that was flicked down as a sign of the start of the race.

Seven motors were speeding at the same time. The resounding roar mixed with the carefree cheers of the people who came looking for entertainment.

Unlike the others, who were so enthusiastic about following the race, Blue was even glued to his place after being able to meet again with Baskara right when the young man's motorbike passed in front of him. The cells in his body seemed to lose function, and he was just like a lifeless statue that happened to be stranded in the crowd.

"Gue go back there, you're here, don't go anywhere." Fabian's voice became a savior in the end.

Blue turned his head briefly towards the young man, then nodded his head as a sign of giving permission so that the young man could approach the tattooed young man earlier.

But it seems, the decision to let Fabian go was wrong. Having just reached the other side, the kuntilanak Jasmine was already standing beside him, looking at him with a judgmental gaze as if he was the world's most despicable human being.

Considering Fabian had warned so that he did not look for trouble, Blue also tried to be calm. It provides a look around, at the frenetic human around it. They spoke at almost the same time, making overlapping sounds.

"How does it feel to be a betting ingredient?"

Thanks to that question, Blue was forced to retract her gaze then anchor it towards Jasmine. Finding the girl before him smiling disdainfully, Blue replied to him with a thin smile that was no less fierce. "Grow. Wanna try?" with perfect tones.

Unlike the other girls who would be instantly mentally hit after he gave an unexpected answer, Jasmine actually widened her smile. Apparently, the girl did not discourage her from staying disturbing Blue, unbeknownst to Baskara and her friends.

"I have to admit, your guts are cool." At first glance, that sentence might sound like a compliment. But Blue clearly knew that Jasmine would only add another sentence aimed at lowering her pride to the lowest level. So when the girl re-opened her mouth to continue, Blue had already mentally prepared.

This time, Blue's turn was smiling sideways. "Lo sure as hell is Fabian gonna break me up?" his challenge. Boldly, he looked Jasmine in the eyes. "Why if it turns out Fabian actually fell in love with me, continue not to break up after their betting period ended?" continued.

Suddenly, Jasmine laughed. The thunderous laughter managed to steal the attention of the people around, including Fabian who immediately put on a vigilant attitude.

After her laughter subsided, Jasmine walked closer towards Blue. With her hands folded in front of her chest, Jasmine stared at Blue from top to bottom, scanning the appearance of the girl who was only a few inches shorter than her without any side being missed.

Then, still with a look of disdain, he said, "Your confidence should also be thumbs up." While removing the thumb of his right hand right in front of Blue's face. "But there are times when you should know when to maintain that confidence so as not to make you too hopeful." Its effects.

Blue decided not to. He just listened to every word that came out of Jasmine's lips with his ears wide open, as well as a gaze that seemed flat.

"The chances of Fabian falling in love with you exist. There's a lot of it, though," said Jasmine again.

"But, the possibility for him not to killusin lo it is almost nothing at all. Do you know why?" Jasmine slightly leaned forward, staring at Blue's increasingly intense face as she extended her hand to touch the strands of Blue hair dangling over her thin cheeks.

"Because Baskara won't let that happen. He will not let anyone violate the basic rules that they have implemented since the first. And ... "the fine strands of hair that Jasmine managed to touch and then she slipped behind Sabiru's ears. "Lo is not that beautiful to be able to make Fabian defy Baskara's word."

Satisfied with chattering, Jasmine re-enforced her body. Coinciding with that, Fabian appeared. The young man swiftly pulled Blue's arm, hiding the girl's body behind his body while his eyes stared nimbly at Jasmine.

"Lo promised not to disturb Sabiru again" Fabian warned.

"Gue didn't bother him," Jasmine said. The girl peered at the hidden Sabiru, trying to cast a provoking gaze for her opponent to come out and they could start a commotion. "We just talked for a minute. Biasa, the girls' chat."

Fabian was about to open his mouth, but a soft pat on his arm coming from behind the body made him undo the intention. Sabiru who he hid with great difficulty behind the body even shifted casually. The girl also looked at him fixedly, as if wanting to tell him that she didn't need to go this far.

Jasmine who thought the lure was successful, cheered cheerfully in her heart. His smile was so full, like the morning sun shining after all the full moon was swallowed overcast.

However, instead of getting the commotion as she wanted, the girl instead found Blue smiling faintly. "Gue doesn't wear silicone." Blue said, making him raise next to his eyebrows in confusion.

Inner, what the hell is this Sabiru? Why the sudden reply about silicone?

"This is real" said Blue again, pointing to his own chest. "Later spill deh tips to make him healthy and supple." Blue continued, emphasizing her words while glancing at the two chewy objects of her pride.

Jasmine who had not expected that Blue would suddenly discuss something like that instantly chipped. His lips that are accustomed to throwing full spicy sentences can immediately clenched tightly. Even with his brain that suddenly lost the ability to respond to the speech of his interlocutor quickly.

Jasmine looked like a fool. While Blue has been smiling amused to find his interlocutor dead fleas in an unexpected way.

"Later DM I just, let me spill his tips exclusively for you."

Before Jasmine nyerocos again, Blue immediately pulled Fabian's arm, inviting the young man to pass by from there while desperately holding back the laughter.

Just a few steps away, Blue was forced to brake suddenly when Fabian innocently asked, "That's real? How's the check going?" glancing towards his chest.

Annoyed, Blue threw a punch to Fabian's head, making the owner scream so loudly that some people who were there also paid attention to them both.

"Dare you nanya so again, I broke lo seeds!" threatened him, then he resumed his steps.

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