Wagering
Stuck

Like a disease, Baskara so more often wake up between one and three hours in the morning. The cause is also not far from the uncomfortable feeling that suddenly came, forcing him to open his eyes again even though he was sleeping so comfortably.

Baskara rose from a sleeping position, sitting quietly on the bed while observing the next bed that this time filled by two people. His father and mother slept on the not-so-great bed, hugging each other like two human children who had long separated and did not want to lose each other.

Naturally, Baskara felt happy because both parents were no longer applying the obvious limits as before. But in reality, he was worried.

Despite trying to resign and think positively about the improvement of his parents' relationship, Baskara still felt something was wrong. Like there was one more thing that was deliberately hidden from him, which if he knew, would probably make their world shatter into pieces.

For a long time Baskara looked at the wide back of the father who now wrapped his arms around the waist of the mother. Secretly, he tries to recall the good memories that happened between him and his father in the past, before the man decides to withdraw for years without bringing any explanation when he returns.

Broadly speaking, Baskara found no flaw in how Jeffrey behaved towards him. Only the man's inertia is sometimes disturbing, and quite confusing because he has to guess for himself what the man is thinking in his head.

Fabian said, there are things that should not be found out to help keep life calm. But, what if those things were supposed to be known faster, before getting further and giving a more devastating effect?

"This is true if you wake up before dawn, there is a brain overthinking mulu. Apaaaaa also thought," he said slowly.

Baskara shook his head a few times, simply removing the random remnants of thoughts swirling around inside his head. Then, he felt his throat dry and his mouth slightly sour.

Glass filled with water on the nightstand then becomes the first choice to relieve thirst, then a pack of cigarettes belonging to his father left on the table near the sofa is an option to get rid of the sour taste in his mouth. It's probably been three days that he hasn't smoked, and it's been kind of excruciating.

Slowly Baskara got out of bed. Cold instantly spread throughout his body as the bare feet came into direct contact with the hospital floor. Grimacing in the cold, Baskara tiptoed to the table, grabbed a cigarette and a lighter and half ran out of the ward before his father and mother caught him wet who was about to escape.

The atmosphere outside the nursery was very quiet. There was absolutely no activity going on. Medics also seemed to be spending time resting after struggling to care for their dying patients.

Initially, Baskara wanted to make his cigarette in the front garden of the hospital, while sitting on a wooden bench and looking at the sky before dawn. However, the intention was undo when he found on the administrative table there were still two female officers standing guard. Their eyes looked fit, and Baskara clearly knew he would not be allowed out in the hospital gown he now wears. Especially if the reason is to smoke. Ughhhh! There he will be dragged back to the ward, to then get scolding from his father and mother until the morning.

Finally, the only option Baskara has is a hospital rooftop. He himself was not sure whether the access door leading to it was locked or not. To be sure, he should try first to know the answer, right?

Sluggish like a thief, Baskara tried to walk in a dark spot, trying hard to avoid CCTV catches. Even if caught, at least his handsome face will not look too clear. At most officers who supervise CCTV will only think that he is a thief who is about to steal a set of computers in the administration room.

After a long and stressful journey, Baskara finally arrived at the emergency staircase that would lead him to the top floor. Fortunately, the room she was treated to was on a fairly high floor, so there wasn't much floor left for her to climb.

One by one the stairs he climbed. The lack of lighting does not make him daunted, because his desire to smoke cigarettes is really at the end of the head.

A few minutes later, he arrived in front of the door painted in dark green. Fortunately, the door was not locked. Maybe the security officer forgot to lock it, or the top hospital in Jakarta is in fact not as good as the level of security.

Whatever the reason, Baskara remains grateful because he was able to break out easily.

The sound of a creaking door fused with the whirling wind that hit Baskara's body when he finally arrived at the rooftop. His hair flew, some to the eyes so strong the wind hit his face.

The cigarette and the stolen lighter Baskara took out of his pocket, then he stopped right in front of the hospital's parapet. The two objects that he had previously held, were now placed on a wall that was the height of an adult chest.

The baskara bends its head down with its legs slightly tiptoed. The horror was immediately felt when he realized the distance between the rooftop and the paved road down there was so far away. Probably dozens of meters away.

No. gabe. Just chill. Baskara was still sane enough not to jump from there. He is still afraid of death. Still not willing if his life is lifted before he managed to do the things he likes.

Satisfied with the guts test, Baskara grabbed a cigarette and a lighter, then sat on the dusty rooftop floor. His back and head were leaning against the wall, one cigarette was pulled and tucked between his lips. Lighters were lit, but the cold wind that blew quite strong made Baskara failed to light a cigarette on the first try.

The fire that came out of the lighter then only managed to burn the tip of the cigarette after the fifth experiment, after Baskara grumbled at the wind that had no compassion and also condemned his own stupidity that chose the rooftop as a place to smoke secretly.

Cigarette smoke billowed in front of Baskara's face as the young man exhaled. The smell of burning tobacco instantly filled the sense of smell, which was originally only filled with the smell of medicine and the scent of lavender-scented room.

The more tobacco inhaled, the more fading the anxiety that originally filled the chest. Nicotine has taken over many places in his respiratory tract, helping to bring out bad thoughts through the smoke he exhales from the mouth.

One cigarette ends in less than five minutes. Unsatisfied, Baskara lit another one after making sure the butts from the previously extinguished cigarettes were perfect.

In the second cigarette, half the random thoughts had faded. Now, there were only a few things twisting in his head continuously. The cycle repeats itself from Sabiru, to Fabian, then to his father and mother. So on, until finally the second cigarette was exhausted and he could only smile at the end.

Inside the pack, there were still six cigarettes left. Baskara could have finished everything, then returned to the room before her father and mother realized that she was not on her bed. However, Baskara did not do it. Two sticks is enough. The sour taste in his mouth was gone, and the disturbing random thoughts had also vanished unceremoniously.

So Baskara rose up immediately. The constant cold of the wind that hit his body could make him take longer to treat, and he did not want it to happen.

The cigarette and the lighter he recognized again, along with his reluctant hands received more cold from the wind.

The steps he took now felt lighter. The originally sluggish shoulders can now also be slightly enforced. Baskara felt better, only thanks to the help of two stolen cigarettes.

But another problem then came when Baksara's hands stretched out to open the door in front. Stucks. The door could not be pulled, not even the slightest shift.

That's when Baskara realized, that he had been trapped in the rooftop. By ourselves. Coldness.

"Well, the dog." For example, before finally resigned and sat languidly at the door while hugging himself.

Hopefully it doesn't rain, or Baskara will end up frozen to death just because of the ridiculous decision to sip two cigarettes.

Seriate