Wagering
Worry

Drinking alcohol before bed is a bad option. Next time, Fabian would remember that in his head so as not to reoccur. Because now, he found it difficult to get out of bed, but his class will start in less than an hour.

He increasingly does not understand why his mother likes to spend time in the alcohol storage warehouse until fainting, if the effect is not at all pleasant like this.

Realizing that he could not stay silent, Fabian tried to get up from the bed. With a dizzy head and a stomach that feels uncomfortable forcing a walk towards the bathroom. The shower was turned on, but he sat quietly on the closet while daydreaming.

The sound of water pouring from the shower only sounded like background music for Fabian who is now again busy with his own thoughts. The remnants of overthinking he brought last night still had a pretty significant effect on his mood, and it was very unpleasant.

"Huh...." Fabian let out a long breath. If followed, this daydreaming activity can run until the sun returns to the contest. Of course Fabian does not want that to happen because there are more things he has to do.

So, I poured water from the shower finally he no longer ignored. After stripping off all the clothes and throwing them originals, Fabian walked over to the shower. The coldness of the water that touched his head first managed to make his consciousness return many times faster. Something that he should have done since then instead of just daydreaming like a zombie that lacks brain intake.

Less than twenty minutes later, Fabian was done with the bath. He came out of the bathroom using a towel wrapped around his lower body. While the exposed upper body now looks shimmering due to the remnants of water hit by lights.

Then, Fabian walked towards the wardrobe, pulling a plain white T-shirt, jeans and a black leather jacket. It was the standard fashion outfit that Fabian used to wear. He does not like to wear clothes that are too splashy with shaky colors. So what can be seen in the young man's closet is clothes with monochrome colors.

Finished getting dressed, Fabian tidied up his hair a little. No need to use a comb, or add a special gel to help the strands of black hair to look regular. He only uses his long fingers to nourish the strands of hair, give a little touch to the front of the hair and then smiled thinly when he found his hairstyle had felt most fitting with the outfit he now wears. Not too neat, a little messy but not immediately make it look urgency.

Afterwards, Fabian grabbed the backpack at the study table and put the wallet and mobile phone he snatched from the nightstand into it. The bag was then dropped to one side of the shoulder, then he walked out of the door after grabbing the motor key he hung near the light switch.

Before swinging his steps wide, Fabian still took the time to stop in front of the tightly closed door of his mother's room. These few days, his mother had completely calmed down. There was absolutely no commotion heard. Alcohol storage warehouse which was originally a favorite place for women to be alone also seems to have long been not visited. That was Fabian realized last night, when he did not find any empty bottles scattered on the floor like the usual days when he had to drag his fainted mother out of there.

For a long time Fabian was silent there, until then his eyes caught the door knob that moved slowly, indicating that his mother was about to break out.

Not wanting to be caught off guard, Fabian immediately swung a step. He hurried down the stairs, darting away before the door behind him opened.

Which Fabian did not know, just before his body disappeared behind the turn, Kingdom had already caught his whereabouts. The woman looked at her back with misty eyes, then shortly after, Raya cried.

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The news of Baskara being in an accident during an overnight race session has spread throughout Neosantara. People, especially hard-line fans, began to busy themselves guessing about the condition of the young man after the accident that hit him. Some were even busily searching for information on where the young man was being cared for and intended to come visit. Some others could only murmur fretfully while nibbling at their fingernails, as if the one in the accident was a member of their own family.

Blue who basically already know the actual condition of Baskara may be able to sit more quietly during class. Even so, the whispers heard in his ear still made his concentration split.

During class, not much material Blue managed to understand. Most are just passing through, such as entering through the right ear to then exit the left ear.

It's years. It has been hard he also tried to forget that a human named Baskara had lived in the world. But just because of an accident tragedy that was not even how much, his heart instead returned to being riled up.

The more Blue tried to get rid of the thought that he still cared and was worried about the young man, the louder a voice appeared in his head, he told himself that he was just a hypocritical man who was too cowardly to confess his own feelings.

"F." Blue swore, with a very slow voice. One hand clenched tightly on the table, the other on the thigh squeezed the pants.

Shortly after the curse came out, the class was finally over. Without waiting for long, as if he had already lost control over himself, Blue moved shamblesly stuffing his things into the bag then rushed out of the classroom.

The hasty move he swung made him several times bump into other students who were walking from opposite directions, and he did not have enough time to mince words of apology so I don't know how much he had received from the people he hit.

Just as his feet touched the parking floor, his eyes caught Fabian's presence from a distance. The young man seemed to be swinging his steps wide, trying to ignore the amazed gazes cast by the few female students he passed by.

Blue was finally silent on the spot, waiting until the young man arrived before him to hear what to say until he had to come all the way here.

"You want to unplug?" that was the first question Fabian asked even before the young man stopped his steps.

Blue nodded. "Why? Do you have to?" tanyakanya. In his heart, he hoped Fabian was not going to take him anywhere because actually, he was, he had planned to sneak quietly to the hospital to make sure once again that Baskara's condition was fine.

"Gue wants to take you to Baskara, if you don't mind." Said the young man.

Blue rounded his mouth, trying to hold his facial expression to keep it looking flat at the real time he was so grateful because Fabian had indirectly helped launch his plan.

"So?" tagih the young man.

Opportunities don't always come twice, that's what Blue believes. So, he nodded his head as a sign of approval. "Get my car," he said, holding out the car keys to Fabian.

The young man before him received the car keys without much protest. Then they get in the car.

Before starting the journey, Blue tried to convince himself that what he is doing now is solely to ensure that Baskara's condition is good enough, in order to receive revenge from him.

Because according to him, the young man should not be hurt because of anything else, other than himself.

Seriate