Wagering
Rest in Peace, Samara Jasmine

Blue listen, Jasmine's death was finally declared a case of suicide. It was based on the discovery of excessive levels of sedatives in Jasmine's body after the autopsy process. The existence of medical records that show that Jasmine has been taking tranquilizers since the last few months to help overcome anxiety and some other mental disorders that are owned are also another supporting evidence. In addition to these two things, the latest post on Jasmine's Twitter account also further strengthens that the loss of life of the girl is indeed based on her own wishes. 

The insolent part, right after the news of Jasmine's death broke out at the campus base, the malicious comments that were originally scattered there suddenly disappeared without a trace. The bad guys are busy removing everything, trying to wash their hands so as not to get in trouble. That's bad, isn't it?

Not only removing comments, barbaric humans are now also coming to the cemetery. Pretending to put on a sad face and make a voice made-up concerned when saying condolences to a middle-aged woman who later became known as Jasmine's mother. They never even sinned when they placed a rose on Jasmine's beautiful sleeping body in an unclosed coffin. 

"Poor." Blue hissing. As much as the energy refrained from turning into a reog when a girl he knew was most vehemently hostile to Jasmine came in tears, resting near Jasmine's coffin seemed to be the one who was hardest hit by the girl's passing. 

"Lo want to stay here until the funeral procession is over?" whispered Fabian who was standing on his left side.

Blue did not turn his head, nor did he answer the question because his eyes were now busy skinning a group of girls who came in droves, resting at the feet of Jasmine's mother with tears. Begging for mercy, he said. But none of them had any intention of explaining what the apology was for.

It was painful to feel Blue heart when she saw Jasmine mother looked tired of crying. Her tears could no longer come out, but clear mist still enveloped her two beautiful eyes. Blue understood well how Jasmine's mother felt. Many years ago, he was in that position. What's more, it turns out that Jasmine is an only child, the only family she has in the middle of this cruel world. It is only fitting that the death of the girl makes the mother seem powerless to stand on the face of the earth.

Tired of watching all kinds of drama, Blue finally decided to step aside. He walked past the people in line to see Jasmine's body for the last time. His feet continued to step, not caring for Fabian's slow cry calling out his name. Until finally he arrived at the front yard of a temporary shelter where it lay wide in front of him a colorful flower garden. 

Blue walked towards a wooden bench, sat there holding up the black cloth perched on his head and took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of the black dress he was wearing. Do not forget also the lighter that has become a package with his cigarette. 

But he had not had time to pull a cigarette to be lit, his attention was stolen when he found a familiar figure standing across the street. 

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The sound of heels echoing filled the room, making people simultaneously turn their attention to the source of the sound that came from the front door. A woman walked in with graceful steps. Heels are black as high as 10 centimeters with a pointed tip that is worn looks harmonious with a dress under the knee with the same color. The presence of sunglasses perched on the nose of the woman's bangir is also one other thing that attracts more attention. Instead of someone attending a funeral, the woman looked like an artist who was about to go to a party with a black dress code.

Sera, the woman took off her sunglasses in a slow motion, just as her legs stopped stepping beside Jasmine's coffin. He slightly ducked, staring at Jasmine's body which was so self-contained and dressed in a bone-white dress. Then, Sera's hands stretched out, caressing Jasmine's cold cheeks lovingly. "Sleep well, honey." His whisper.

The people around him still did not make a sound. Even Baskara, who seemed surprised by the presence of his mother, could only stay by Fabian's side, Reno and Juan, while paying attention to every movement made by Sera.

Sera put on a thin smile, then lowered her head even deeper until her face was only a few inches away from Jasmine's pale face. "Beautiful dream, and .. see you in hell." He whispered again in a very slow voice, making sure no one else heard his words but himself.

Afterwards, Sera re-enforced her body. She grabbed a rose from the table beside her, placed it on Jasmine's body, right in the hands of the girl who was clinging to each other on her stomach. Then, he turned around. His eyes twitched slowly, then he smiled again when he found a middle-aged woman whose gaze looked sweet.

Sera walked over to the woman, without permission to pull the woman's body into her arms. His hands moved up and down, rubbing the withered woman's back then whispering, "I'm sorry for Jasmine's departure. May God put our little angel in a much more beautiful place." Then, he pulled away from the embrace.

The tears of the woman who had originally appeared to have dried up, suddenly flowed again when Sera rubbed the back of her hand in a slow motion.

"I am the mother of one of Jasmine's friends. If there's anything I can help you with, whatever it is, please don't hesitate to let me know." Sera said again, playing her role as a wingless angel with the best possible.

Given such moral support when her world seemed to collapse, it clearly made Jasmine's mother touched. He thought that the girl he raised alone had grown to be the best of man so that when he died, the people around him were grieving.

Unfortunately for the fate of the woman. Who never knew that only a handful of people from so many who came, who really sincerely care about Jasmine. She's just an old woman, who doesn't know that as it turns out, her daughter's life has never been okay.

She did not know her daughter was a sugar baby for a striped man to help their devastated economy after her father fled. He never knew that his daughter was hungry for affection, so he went on a journey in search of the pseudo-compassion offered by a savage man who only wanted his body. She thought her daughter was happy, but not a single child knew what it was.

"Thank you.." he said, amid the sobbing that was beginning to subside.

Sera gave a small nod, patting the back of Jasmine's mother's hand as if giving strength.

Meanwhile, Baskara begins to be unable to stand quietly in his place as he feels something is amiss.

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Jasmine's funeral procession was finally completed as well. The girl's coffin is now buried in the ground, along with the favorite objects of the girl are also some stems of roses that are left there as a last gift from friends who come.

Sera, who had been by Jasmine's mother's side, began to move away. Letting the middle-aged woman rest in the princess's navel as she moved towards her own son.

"Father Mom." Tell him while pulling Baskara's arm. He ignored the existence of other Baskara friends and just continued to step while dragging his son who just followed his steps.

Arriving at the outer area of the cemetery, then Sera released Baskara's arm. He then turned around, looking at Baskara seriously with both hands folded in front of his chest. "Where were you last night?" tanyakanya.

Sera grieves, knowing that her son is lying. "Neno's mom's phone, you're not there."

Caught lying, Baskara even grinned. "Well, get caught." Mumbled.

"So, where's nginep?" sera Tagih. His gaze had already softened, but his curiosity about Baskara's whereabouts clearly still had to be met. Because the boy did not come home, and could not be contacted, he again argued strongly with Jeffrey.

"Some, at a friend's house."

"Whose friend? Your friend is Reno and Juan."

Feeling something awkward, Baskara paused for a moment to think. When he met her, he opened his mouth. "Fabian is also Baskara's friend."

"You're nginep at her house?" ask Sera.

Baskara shook her head, "No, hehe." He said while scratching the back of the head that actually does not feel itchy at all. "Baskara nginep in the house Blue." After thinking for a while.

Sera seemed to raise her next to her eyebrows, "Blue?"

Baskara nodded, "The beautiful girl next to Baskara. It's called Blue."

"Your boyfriend?" asked Sera with a probing look.

"Yes. Pretty, right?"

Instead of nodding a sign of agreement, Baskara instead got a slow blow to his shoulder. "Who told you to stay at the girl's house? What kind of khilaf?!" sera Omel. His eyes bulged, barely dislodged if only the muscles holding him were not strong.

"Will not be happy, really. Just calm down."

"Know where?"

"Faith Baskara is strong."

"Curtain!" Sera sneers. "Well remember to carry your faith? Worship is never."

"Sstt ah, don't unload disgrace." Baskara put the index fingers in front of his own lips while dipping like a thief.

"By the way" said Baskara after a moment of silence. He looked at Sera seriously, already completely missing the witty look from her face. "Why did you come here?" tanyanya full of search.

Already know the question will be thrown in fact not immediately make Sera avoid the name wrong behavior. He cleared his throat many times, as if to shed anything that clogs his throat to make it difficult to talk.

Baskara was even more staring suspiciously when the answer he wanted was not accepted. "Ma?" billiard.

"He's your friend. Yeah what's wrong with Mama coming to her funeral?"

Baskara seemed dissatisfied with the answer, seen from the way she grieved and probing gaze that never faded.

Before being flocked to another more dizzying question, Sera had decided to just run away. After all his goal to convey the last greeting to Jasmine had also been fulfilled. So tonight, he could sleep soundly while dreaming of his meeting with Jasmine in hell later. Oh, yeah sure. The girl's death will not be the end of her efforts to ask for payment for the heinousness that the girl made. Even after death, Sera still intends to demand revenge.

"Duh, Mama there's another schedule. First, yeah. Don't forget to come home later." Sera said while in a hurry to take a dash to escape.

"Loh, Baskara hasn't finished talking. Ma-!" no time Baskara chasing the mother who ran away and almost stumbled several times.

Sera's strange movements clearly made Baskara suspicious. What don't-don't ... Sera came here because she had a relationship with Jasmine, which she did not know? But what kind of relationship?

"The ant!" Baskara shrieked as one possibility appeared in her head. "Don't say ... Papa was Jasmine's sugar daddy? Keep Mama here to make ... shudukurin Jasmine's death?"

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