Wagering
Until We're Home

Taking aside from the hustle and bustle of Mega which is getting more and more night, Baskara took a position sitting in one of the seats that are next to the club building. With minimal lighting, it immerses itself in silence that is inversely proportional to the hubbub inside.

From his pants pocket, Baskara took out a pack of— cigarettes which he smuggled before leaving for Mega without anyone's knowledge. Unfortunately, he forgot not to bring with him a lighter so that when he managed to pull one rod from the wrap, Baskara was disappointed. In the end the cigarette only inhabited between his long fingers, circling along with his fingers that could not stand still.

Restless came back to him more than in the past days, when in his head began to play back the interaction between Fabian and Sabiru who were familiar. This is clearly not what he expected. Because from the beginning, he can be so confident in making Sabiru a betting target because he believes that the girl is still the same girl as many years ago.

Now, when everything began to seem far from his initial expectations, he became confused. How do you separate Blue and Fabian, before one of them gets carried away?

“Lo run away here just to be able to smoke?” fabian's voice was like an alarm that finally managed to wake Baskara from the reverie. He turned his head, smiling faintly at the young man who was now standing beside him.

“It is so, but ... I do not bring lighters.” His sister.

Fabian the gercep immediately pulled out his favorite lighter without saying much. He did not even mention Baskara telling his father that there would be no cigarettes in their activities in Mega.

Baskara looked at Fabian's lighter for quite a while. Come to think of it, the existence of the lighter turned out to be closer to the youth. Perhaps closer than other things attached to his body. There was hardly a single time where Baskara did not see the lighter. As if the tiny object was lost, Fabian's life would be lost.

“Gue was curious, why do you always carry those lighters everywhere? Is that some kind of talisman or something?” he asked after looking back at Fabian. The young man's lighter still didn't take it.

The owner of the lighter then stole a look at the tiny thing in his hand. Faintly, Baskara saw the young man smiling faintly. “You could say so,” said the young man slowly.

“Musyrik!” baskara suddenly. “Trust is with God, not the same amulet.”

Fabian just chuckles slowly, “God does not have time to take care of the humans whose lives are too messy like ours, Bas. After all, we almost never go to His house, right? You're sure he'll still help us if there's trouble?”

“God is there for those who believe, that is said to be the same as my nyokap," Baskara's voice sounded so slow, barely louder than the sound of their breath roar.

"But we don't really believe in God, right? I mean .. We just find Him time again really need, but end up getting mad when He does not bother our will. We pray, but we also curse a lot."

No more responses came out of Baskara's lips. He prefers to grab a lighter and use it to light a cigarette. The discussion of God and all His power will never end, and he does not have enough interest to finish it. In the end, no matter how much they discuss about God, they will still get nothing.

Initially, he invited Fabian here to talk about Sabiru, to remind the young man not to get carried away until their relationship ended later. However, the case of God and *****bizarre that they discussed earlier has managed to divert itself from the original topic. Now, there was something else he wanted to discuss with Fabian.

"Lo's parents?" ask Fabian to make sure.

Baskara nodded, only glancing at Fabian from the tail of her eyes to make sure the young man had put his full focus on her.

"When I hear them arguing when I'm sleeping. Not shouting at each other, anyway. But what they say is enough to let me know that the interaction they've been building in front of me for the past few years could be a charade. They just wanted to make me think that everything was all right," Baskara finally turned his head. His net was instantly fixated on the Fabian bead that was staring at him fixedly.

"That's why I think escaping abroad is the best way to get them to stop playing. I feel sorry for them, Bi. Because they must be tired of trying to do something they really don't want."

"Hurging is never the solution" Fabian interjected. The young man then pulled a cigarette out of the pack, lighting it up. "It could be that your departure even makes their relationship worse. It is not impossible that they will blame each other, throw each other responsibility, insult each other and hate each other. And I'm sure you don't want that to happen."

There was a long enough break afterwards. Silence crept silently if two human children with equally noisy heads prefer to fill their lungs with dense cigarette smoke.

"As someone who is both in the position to run away but can't, I can only tell you to pretend to be deaf. Assume you never heard anything. It's okay to sacrifice a little, rather than having to wriggle them destroyed more, right?" said Fabian again, after finishing his cigarette.

Baskara exhaled loudly. His gaze then fell on the ends of his own shoes, as his hands restored his hair in a frustrated motion. "So I have to hold on?" he asked slowly while stealing a glance towards Fabian who looked up with an almost empty gaze.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Until when?"

Baskara saw Fabian smiling, then slowly turned her gaze back towards him. "Till one of us gets home."

Seriate