Dum Spiro, Spero
Plan B

“Gue to resign.” Said Baskara, suddenly made Sabiru round his eyes.

“Why? Any problems at the office? Is there something evilin you? They don't want to talk? What, hmm?” Blue is smacking with frenzy.

Baskara again took a deep breath, “Calm down, Baby. It's not about them, it's about me.” He tried to calm. He would not blame Sabiru for the horrendous response. Because in the past, when he said he wanted to quit the job he was in, the cause must be because there were internal problems with his co-workers. Either it does not fit in with each other's workings, or there is a feeling of envy left right elbow just to get a higher position.

But this time it was different. Baskara did not intend to resign because there was a problem. Indeed, in the office she tends not to have any chatting friends. But it was also not that the people he worked with were not good, it was just that he deliberately limited himself to not getting involved too much in order to minimize the possibility of his true identity being revealed.

The reason why he wanted to resign this time was because he was interested in doing something at home, remote work that allows him to spend more time with Sabiru because he himself has control to take a project or not. Many times overtime made Baskara feel miserable. Because often he had to go home and find Blue asleep in the living room because waiting for his return.

“If it wasn't that, keep what?” Blue asked, his voice very soft.

“Gue has applied remote work from a month ago, and if I count, the salary is quite much bigger than I work in the place now. The trick is, I can spend more time at home. And if I have to overtime, I am also at home overtime, not in the office like already.”

Blue listened intently, as his eyes watched how Baskara tried to convince himself that this decision was well thought out.

To be honest, Blue didn't mind at all. He doesn't even matter if Baskara just wants to stop because it is saturated and takes time to break, to start a good relationship with himself. What the man has been through makes his personality change a lot, and socializing is included in one of the things that now feels quite difficult to do. Not like it used to be when Baskara could even have at least one friend from every major on their campus.

“As long as you’re happy.” The word Blue in the end. There was nothing he could provide other than endless support. So as long as he knows that what Baskara is doing is a good thing to support his recovery, Blue will only agree without asking much.

“Later, if the income from the remote work is good enough, it can be used to meet all primary and secondary needs, Lo stop working, yes. Let me focus on living for both of us, while you focus on me at home.”

“Being a baby sitter, huh?” Blue tease.

“Being my lover.” Then, Baskara pulled Blue's body closer, and then she hugged, letting her lover's head lean against her pounding chest. “Or maybe my wife?” he continued, followed by the sound of rattling sounding crisp.

Sabiru followed smiling. The sound of Baskara's heartbeat that was clearly heard in his ears also helped trigger his own heartbeat to move in rhythm. Then create a beautiful symphony of two strains of heartbeat that complement each other the parts that are hitchhiking.

When out there the street lights start to turn on because the sun has completely disappeared, Sabiru increasingly immersed himself into his own world. The world where there was only him and Baskara, and all they met along the way was just joy.

...🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻...

Drizzle down at almost midnight, when Sabiru still can not close her eyes and prefer to re-scroll her phone screen to re-read the thread that this afternoon seized quite a lot of attention.

Beside Sabiru, Baskara had been asleep since half an hour ago. Before, they had talked about a few things. About when Baskara wants to submit his resignation letter, anything that Blue must prepare at home to support Baskara's new work, Baskara, until the estimate of when Blue can follow Baskara to submit his resignation letter.

“This is the point of staycation, Bas.” Blue said, even though his eyes were still focused on the phone screen. “So that we can chat important things without fear of the beloved caterpillar that suddenly comes disturbing.”

“I wish your head young coconut keiban later on lo again way home, let you forget the memory and can no longer disturb guys!”

The coming memory of the prayer he offered that day practically made Blue activities pause. He lowered his phone, put it on his chest while his mind began to wander. What if what he said that day had come true? What if Lintang really did coconut crucifixion and his head was so badly injured that he could no longer remember many things, especially Baskara? What if...

“Ah, impossible.” He shook his head violently. He is not a child of God, how could his prayers be granted? Even if God loves him, there is at least a prayer that deserves to be answered. Returning the bodies of both parents, for example.

“Earlier stress doang him because of college assignments.” Just like that, he had intended to reach for his phone again, continue scrolling activities until the battery runs out and then he goes to sleep. However, the intention was clouded as Baskara's arm suddenly just pulled on her waist, bringing her body closer.

“Lo really noisy from earlier?” said the man, but clearly his eyes were closed and Blue thought he had been asleep for a long time.

“Lo not sleeping?” Blue tried to escape, but in vain because Baskara instead used both hands, drowning Blue's body into a warm embrace.

“Where to sleep if you from earlier ngoceh mulu?” Baskara spoke so still with her eyes closed.

In Baskara's arms, Blue frowned. “Means lo from earlier dreadin me ngoceh?”

There was a sound of stiffness, then Baskara's embrace even tighter Blue felt. “Sleep, it's late. Unless lo want us to stay up until morning for evening sports.”

“We can do that if you really want to.”

“Home.” Baskara swallowed back her laughing voice. “Don’t bring the making love things again, I don’t like that.”

“Lo who always start.”

“Don't take it, you know I'm just kidding.”

At that moment, Blue tried hard to escape from the embrace. And because of his hard work, Baskara also opened his eyes again. Their eyes met.

Blue wants to debate, wants to start a midnight argument that might last until the morning. But he did not give up that intention. Instead of talking, he went back to immersing himself in Baskara's arms.

“Good night, Bass.” He said, then closed his eyes tightly.

That night, more than in previous days, Blue prayed harder for things to improve soon. Because he was tired of seeing Baskara who was too careful, too afraid to take a step forward just because he did not want to present another Fabian figure in his life—anak born out of wedlock, he said, and grew up with the predicate ‘haram’ children attached for his lifetime.

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