Wagering
Say It, Out Loud

Slightly dismissing the matter of Jasmine and the girl's mysterious existence, the members of Pain Killer decided to go to the headquarters for a moment of rest. They leave separately because Reno and Juan must first attend an inviolable family event, meanwhile, Fabian and Baskara set off in one car after covering the Blue apartment to pick up the girl.

Well, somehow, Blue began to be heavily involved in various agendas of their association. Maybe, if the bet is done, they can actually recruit Blue to become a member of the 5th Pain Killer. Doesn't sound like a bad idea, does it?

The three of them—Fabian, Baskara and Biru— suddenly at headquarters at exactly 5, before the rain finally flushed the earth mercilessly, without giving a warning because it came down when the sky conditions were so bright.

"Bending doesn't mean rain, it's not cloudy, it doesn't mean it doesn't rain." Chirps Baskara suddenly when they had just sat on the sofa of the front room.

Blue seemed to glance at Baskara, while Fabian looked more unconcerned because he was busy removing the leather jacket that wrapped his body. It was raining, but by God it was really hot. If there was no Blue here, Fabian might as well remove the black short-sleeved shirt he now wears.

For the next few minutes, there was only silence. Baskara was busy looking at the falling drops of rain with his mind drifting everywhere. Fabian was busy scrolling through the screen of the mobile—sibuk researching one by one uploads on the campus base to secretly search for clue about the whereabouts of Jasmine. While Blue who was sitting in the middle of the two could only stand still without doing anything.

Several times Blue glanced at Baskara, several times he also found the look on the young man's face constantly changing. The same thing happened as he glanced towards Fabian. In fact, the change in expression on the young man's face was more noticeable significantly over time.

Until then, Fabian pulled away from the phone screen, put the flat object into a bag of pants and then got up from the sofa. Blue followed the young man's movements, until their gazes met at one point and the young man nailed his gaze for a few seconds with it.

"Gue want to go to the supermarket bentar to buy snacks, it's okay, you're here used to be the same Baskara." Said the young man lightly.

What sounds simple to other people's ears is clearly a big deal for Sabiru. Left alone with Baskara, the hated man half-dead? Come on, don't joke!

"It's still raining, wait for it to go away." Prevent Baskara.

However, as has been determined, Fabian still grabbed the car keys that he put on the table. "But if you wait to stop. The rain is also not too heavy, it's safe." He said he was defending.

Blue was about to say another sentence to prevent Fabian's departure, but his lips were locked and in the end there was nothing he could do as Fabian walked quickly out of the vestibule. The young man's body disappeared from view in just a short time, then the roar of the car engine that clashed with the sound of rain became a sign that another disaster was about to come. Not very long.

When the sound of the car has disappeared—the sign that Fabian really has gone—Blue quickly shifted his sitting position to the end of the sofa opposite Baskara. He also had absolutely no intention of glancing over to check what kind of reaction the young man had seen on his face as he blatantly created a distance that stretched so far.

Then, Blue took the phone out of the jacket pocket. It became the only weapon Blue could use to act as if he was just being left alone. Although in the end, what he did was nothing more than scrolling the screen continuously to see the garbage posts that appeared on his social media account.

Gimmick the romance of young artists, the conspiracy of political parties fighting for the throne in the government, the hit-and-run case that ended up making the victim died as a suspect—just because the hitman is one of the police, one of the police officers, and there are still many other posts that the longer they are seen the more they make Sabiru sick.

But, whatever he wants to do with the posts, Sabiru still tried to survive. Just so that he didn't have enough time to let himself fall asleep. Just so he doesn't meet the whisper of the devil in his ear, who tells him to start a conversation with Baskara—which he believes is nailing him in the face.

Within minutes, busying yourself with the phone still feels effective. But over time the activity actually caused pulsations in the head, which in turn made Blue forced to withdraw and put the flat object back into his jacket pocket.

Maybe time has passed for a full 30 seconds since Blue just silently stared straight ahead, on the light blue wall in front of which strangely it was like he was showing a reflection of himself who was sitting side by side with Baskara. An illusion that then made Blue snort mischievously.

The sound of rain that was originally heard so dominating in the middle of silence that was deliberately created suddenly as muted when Blue's clumsy heard Baskara speaking in a super-soft tone. The tone of voice that only Blue could hear from the figure of Baskara that he knew years ago.

Blue could have continued to convince himself that everything about Baskara no longer interested him. However, when the young man mentioned his favorite nickname for the 2nd time with a tone that was increasingly felt washed away, Blue was powerless not to turn his head.

"How are you, Blue?" thrice. In just a few seconds, Baskara had mentioned the name three times. Things never once thought of Blue, when he decided to enter into the scope of the young man's friendship.

How are you, he said. So what answer should Blue give, when the condition is clearly not okay, and the main cause is the person who is now asking the news?

Blue will not plainly say that it is destroyed. Because it was tantamount to him showing weakness in front of the enemy he most wanted to destroy this. So for that question, Blue can only present "Not your business." As an answer he spoke in a super-assertive tone.

Unlike the figure of Baskara who he knew, the young man beside him was even more attached to the gaze instead of throwing protests with his lips. Increasingly, the gaze felt increasingly washed away, until Blue almost brought herself to dive voluntarily before finally drowning.

Obviously, he wouldn't let that happen.

Before there were more nonsensical whispers heard in the left right ear, Blue immediately drew a glance. He looked straight ahead again, with a flat face that was kept half dead.

"You know, right. That I still love you" said the young man again.

The words sounded like a crisp joke in Sabiru's ears, so she laughed blandly in response. "Zorahi." Said later. Thanks to the little courage she still had, Blue managed to turn her head back towards Baskara without changing the flat expression on her face. "Which crazy person, who made the person he said he still loved to be a betting material?" tanyakanya.

"How do you think to make me a betting material, it's enough to prove that I am indeed that low in your eyes." Blue grimaced silently after saying that. He also contributed to proving this assessment. He has proved willingly, that a cheap label seems to be a good fit for his current self.

"That's a mistake" Baskara said in a soft voice. "Gue misjudged your response, Blue."

Blue smiled obliquely, "Because you think I won't accept anyone else? Because you think, I'm still the same person, with the ones you wasted in the past?"

"Sorry to say, Baskara. But the Sabiru you used to live in was dead. He's dead, just as he's feeling that you're breaking up arbitrarily."

Baskara nodded slowly at the statement. "Lo's response doesn't match what's in my shadow, but you're obviously still the same person. Lo and your feelings, nothing has changed."

Seeing Baskara's confidence that was out of nowhere, Blue became even more inflamed. His emotions have gone up to the crown. A thousand swear words had already gathered at the end of his tongue, ready for him to spit out right in front of the young man's face. But what finally Blue did was just get up from his seat, intent on ending this senseless chat as soon as—all run away from here if that's possible.

Unfortunately, before his body really stood up, Baskara's hand had moved faster to pull his arm to make him fall on the young man's grill. Blue was not silent, he thrashed, asking to be released while he could still speak well and not commit physical violence against the young man.

"Please!" he again thrashed, but what he found was precisely Baskara's arm coiling tighter and tighter around his waist, making his body even more helpless under the power of the young man.

"I swear I'll kill you, Baskara!" threatened again. But none of them succeeded. No matter threatened as much as anything, the young man remained firmly holding his body in its original position.

"Don't if I'm wrong." The young man said right in front of his face.

Blue did not like the way Baskara was looking at him at this time, which seemed so intimidating and made him feel small. Naturally, his body's response made him throw away face. No longer rebellious, just trying as much as possible not to meet face to face with the young man who curbed his possessive body.

"Say it." Tell the young man, with a dominant aura that instantly resurrects the weak cells that have been Blue to sleep for a long time. "Say if your feeling to me has changed, if that's the truth."

"We're done." That was all Blue could say as his gaze ran to and fro.

"By the way, squirming at me. If I could, I would let go and not disturb your life again. But..." Baskara paused her speech for a while, only to pull Blue's body closer to her. "Kalao lo failed, then I'll chase lo. Anywhere. To the ends of the world, or even to hell."

"Don't be presumptuous." Blue warns as he feels Baskara's chin resting casually on his shoulder. He again tried to distance himself, but failed again because of the strength that Baskara has clearly more than him.

"Just say it, Blue. It's not a difficult matter" silently, Baskara commented with a smile. He's sure. Hundred percent. That Sabiru's feelings towards her are still the same as they were years ago. That he still has his own place in Blue's heart, and it's not that easy to get him out of there. For as Sabiru was his first love, he was also his first love for the girl.

"Say that you don't love me" he insisted.

When he should be able to give Baskara what he asked for easily, Blue finds himself speechless. Let alone talk, returning Baskara's gaze he was unable. The figure of Sabiru the tough he created, now somehow lost to nowhere, and he returned to being a helpless Sabiru even when Baskara did not do much effort.

Blue pissed, angry, disappointed. On himself. On his inability to instill more confidence that Baskara was indeed nothing more for him. To convince herself that her great first love was long over and the naive figures were long dead. To return to the mission of revenge, which now seems to disappear carried by the wind.

"Fragal." Baskara's voice filled Sabiru's head. There was nothing else he could find in his little head.

"Lo still loves me, Blue." Baskara arbitrarily determines the verdict. Unfortunately, Blue cannot provide denial.

"So," Baskara reattached her body to Blue's arm, scaly slowly in the girl's ear. "Gue will not let go. As I said before, I'll get you again. I don't know how to."

Really right after Baskara distanced his body back, there was the sound of the roar of a car entering the front yard. It made Baskara turn towards the door so that his focus was reduced.

Blue uses it to escape from Baskara's confinement. As fast as lightning he got up and ran to the bathroom, cursing himself inside hundreds of times for failing to control himself.

While in his seat, Baskara smiled a knotty smile. His beliefs are never wrong. Sabiru is still his. Unlike when he released the girl foolishly, this time Baskara would make sure the girl returned to his arms. Even if he had to take the girl out of everyone's sight, he wouldn't mind.

"You're mine, Blue. There is no one in this world who is desperate to have you, other than me."

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