Wagering
Be marooned

After driving for 45 minutes, the three cars that went hand in hand finally arrived at the Baskara housing complex. One car Jeffrey was driving into the yard, while the other two stopped in front of a towering gate. Then, only Fabian's car had the door open because the young man had to deliver Baskara to his doorstep, while Reno prefers to stay still in the car with Juan while lowering the window glass to be able to witness firsthand the process of returning Baskara to his parents.

Fabian went hand in hand with Baskara. They both stared straight ahead without making a sound. Since their last chat in the car, there has been no more conversation. Baskara was too confused to respond, while Fabian himself did not like to urge someone to keep talking if it seemed uncomfortable on the topic.

At the door, Jeffrey and Sera were waiting. Jeffrey entered the house to put the bag in the living room and then returned to the wife's side.

"Thanks" Baskara told Fabian as their feet reached the front porch. Fabian just cleared his throat in response, because his gaze was now focused on the figure of Jeffrey who looked uncomfortable standing at the side of the wife. Instead, Sera smiled, as if everything was fine.

"Later tonight you'll pick me up, right?"

Fabian turned back to Baskara, then nodded. "I'll pick you up at 7."

"Where are you going?" Jeffrey suddenly interrupted.

Fabian and Baskara compactly turned towards him. Then as a good friend, Fabian took on the role of someone who had to answer the question. "Mega, Om. The children want to make a small party to welcome Baskara home."

"There's not going to be alcohol, cigarettes or anything. Pure wants to be happy with the kids." Baskara added, before the look of Jeffrey's face increasingly turned unpleasant.

Jeffrey took a deep breath, then exhaled it out loud as if that was the only way to get rid of the lingering anger. "Not too late" he said. Then without saying anything more, he turned away, entering the house without even a single glance towards Fabian.

"Don't go home too late," Sera repeated what Jeffrey said, causing Baskara to crackle.

"Baskara has ears, really. No need to repeat" he grumbled.

"In your ear case there's a lot of shit."

Baskara. So that his mood did not return bad, he turned to look at Fabian who was standing next to him. "Yes, go back there. Get ready, keep picking me up." He said, like the king.

Surprisingly, Fabian according to. The young man nodded, then paused at Sera and hurried away from there, no longer turning his head back since the first step was made.

After making sure the figure of Fabian and his car— as well as Reno and Juan— cars disappeared from view, Baskara pulled Sera's arm to immediately enter the house because the cold began to come attacking. It looks like it will rain again tonight.

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Mega, 20:25

Sabiru doesn't understand why she has to be stuck here, in the middle of Mega's hustle and bustle, watching people throw laughter at each other when she's not even a part of them.

At about eight and a half, he was surprised to find Fabian standing at the door of his apartment. Not alone, the young man came with the figure of Baskara—which after being seen seemed to have been completely healthy.

"Why are you here?" tanyanya's confused.

"Gue wants to take you to Mega, make sure that Baskara returns home." That was the answer the young man gave afterwards.

And crazy, he was not given the opportunity to refuse because the young man knew to turn his body, pushing his back slowly while continuing to babble that he should be prepared in no more than 15 minutes.

What's crazier than that? Is correct. The fact that he complied without much resistance. Fifteen minutes preparing for a perfunctory display, he actually came out even while grumbling. Then he put himself in the back passenger seat, while in front of him sat a Baskara who he had killed thousands of times in the head.

Blue looks towards the source of the sound. Automatic delicates when finding Fabian put on an innocent look when sitting next to him. "Gue wants to go home" he replied, which made Fabian cluck. Oh, isn't he the one who should be upset about having been kidnapped by that young man?

"Lo's class is empty tomorrow, so what are you doing in the apartment alone? And ... Not even 9 yet, it's too early to go home." After leaving, Fabian just slid behind the bar table and immediately busy moving his hands to mix drinks. The young man returned a few minutes later while carrying two glasses of Lemonade which looked rather unconvincing.

"Now" one glass is thrust towards Blue.

Instead of being taken, Blue stared at the glass. Ice cubes that move slowly towards the bottom of the glass along with the melting of most of itself, resulting in Blue actually fixated long enough.

“Malah dumbstruck,” one blow slowly landed on the back of his hand that was on the bar table. Blue glanced at Fabian at a glance, looking horrified as the young man again thrust the Lemonade glass closer.

“This ... lo sure can be drunk?” her tanyanya hesitated as she pointed at the Lemonade glass in front of her.

Fabian revealed a look of disbelief, that his homemade drink had just been doubted by Sabiru, a person who did not even manage to fry tofu perfectly.

“Neither to drink, siniin.” Fabian sewot. The glass he took again, then the contents immediately he sank to half the toilet. “See, toxic nontoxic?” sewot.

“Yes I was,” Blue trying to give a defense. But the debate over whether Fabian's Lemonade was worth drinking did not continue because of the presence of one person.

Baskara knew that he was sitting on the right side of Blue, grabbing another full Lemonade and sipping slowly. The second when his tongue touched the drink, Baskara frowned. “Ashem!” yells. The stolen glass he pushed away. “This is what drink anyway, anjir?”

There were already two people who insulted his Lemonade taste, so it was clear Fabian was cracking. “Lo tongue mostly get vodka anyway, so can't get another!” his gerrick.

“Dih, same relationship vodka what is it? Emang asyem taste of lo drinks, kayak keteknya Gerald.”

“Oh, often lo nyium keteknya Gerald?” Fabian while smiling mockingly.

“What the fuck bring my name.” The owner of the name suddenly answered. “This is called Lemonade, you don't need tacky.” Ocehnya.

“Ya whatever is the name. Not good,” chirps Baskara as good as jidat. “Lo hasn't had a chance to drink, has he?” the question then to Blue who was still silent.

Blue did not reply and instead turned his gaze towards Gerald who was standing behind the Bar table. “Please one Lemonade, Ger.”

“Well, I made it!” Fabian's back to scratch.

“Kata friend lo it does not feel good,” Blue said casually, then started playing the phone after making sure Gerald move make the order.

No wind no rain, Baskara suddenly chuckles, making Fabian and Blue in unison

look over.

“Kesambet lo?” cibir Fabian's.

Baskara did not answer and instead got up from the chair. “If Lemonade's business is the same chick you're done, follow me to the front.” He said, then turned around, leaving behind the fanfare behind him because Fabian and Blue again argued about Lemonade.

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