Dum Spiro, Spero
On Purpose

Breathe, exhale. Breathe, exhale. Breathe, exhale.

Baskara had to do breathing techniques so that his emotions did not explode, blazing like embers that were raging— burned whatever he encountered along the way.

Just five minutes. The time was relatively short when compared to his willingness to wait for Sabiru who was crumpled prepared for this when they were about to go somewhere. Just five minutes. Not a time that according to Baskara reasonable to make Sabiru to tamper especially until intending to go home with other men.

"I'm a good man, I'm patient." Say it to yourself. He thought his voice was slow enough that only he could hear. In fact, the speech reached the ears of Seno and another co-worker who happened to be playing to the table Seno.

Hearing the murmur of an Abhimanyu who never complained throughout history made Seno and Jordy (his coworkers) look at each other, then both threw gazes of astonishment at Baskara.

"Patience." Baskara said again, making Seno and Jordy more confused.

Seno intended to ask, but Jordy quickly prevented it while shaking her head. With lips muttering without a sound, Jordy seemed to say, "Don't bother, Mas Abi is weird." which of course makes Seno no longer have the courage to try. Moreover, so far he had received rejection twice from the man.

While Seno and Jordy were having a loud chat, Baskara was busy with her own activities sorting out without knowing that she was being the main topic of material activities carried out by her colleagues. With a hoarse movement, Baskara tidied up his belongings, stuffing them into his backpack accordingly regardless of whether the arrangement was neat or not. Then, he grabbed his leather jacket, attached it to one side of the shoulder while the backpack that was already full he was about to use one hand.

"I went back first, yeah." Pamphitt.

Seno and Jordy replied, "Yes, Mas." simultaneously, then let Baskara leave the study still with the astonishment they brought in silence.

Arrived in front of an office building that is still quiet because his other coworkers are still busy cleaning up in their respective rooms, Baskara patted her eel hard enough when she realized something was left in her study. Paper bag giving Lintang is still under the under the work table, stooped with some other items that he deliberately left so as not to bother taking him home.

Very lazy actually to come back, especially Sabiru who is chatty still continues to send him messages that make his phone clink loud many times. However, he could not to let the giving of Latitude fall behind just like that there, he did not reach the heart. So grumbling, Baskara ran back to his study.

The swing of the steps that begin also makes Baskara breath cringe. When he arrived at the door of the room, Seno and Jordy were still preparing to go home at the desk each also looked back at him confused.

"Why Mas Abi? Is anyone missing?" ask Seno.

Baskara tried to catch her breath first, then answered with a nod of her head while walking towards the work desk.

"Anin's has." Say Baskara after getting a paper bag from under the table.

Seno and Jordy are ria-oh, mangosteen-like just received useful information. In fact, not at all. That even impressed TMI and not the typical Mas Abi they know at all.

"Yes, I went first. You guys also hunt back, hunt down a lot of streets." After saying so, Baskara hurried over. Riders left the workspace to almost make his flip flops come apart.

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Meanwhile, at the crossroads where he and Baskara made a pact to meet, without knowing that his lover was in a fog so that he could arrive on time and not make him babble more, Blue even stood relaxed while drinking ice mambo flavored wine Denis gave before the man decided to go home first.

The pain felt in the teeth when the chunks of ice mambo he bites brutally makes Blue grimace occasionally. Then the cold that spread all over the inside of his mouth accompanied him to enjoy how the bubble chat that he still kept sending to Baskara's phone turned into a two-gray tick quickly.

"Oh, there you are." He muttered as his eyes found Vero speeding off from a distance. Its above average speed carries a matic motor whose body is more slim than the row of golden teeth owned by Pak Prapto (manager at the place where Blue works) arrived in front of Blue as fast as the wind that blows fly children hair that comes out of the original clap. Then just as quickly as Vero arrived, a light blue helmet was thrust into his presence.

Instead of quickly grabbing the helmet, because since he had complained of overheating, Blue even let Baskara hold the object long enough, he said, just so he could finish off the rest of the mambo ice chunks that had made his palms perfectly red.

"Fuck." Baskara hissed, her eyes glancing at the antagonist.

But like deafness, Blue just lets the curse pass. Go into the left ear, out of the right ear. Absolutely akhlakless.

If it wasn't for him promising to be a man of patience and trust, Baskara might have jumped down from the top of Vero, forcibly lifting Blue's body then sat him in the back seat and then put on the helmet when he held it no matter what reaction Blue would show. And since he had promised, and the promise was a debt to be paid, Baskara could only patiently wait until Blue was done with that damn ice mambo.

Secretly, Sabiru gave a smile as she devoured the last chunk of her ice mambo. Slightly satisfied because finally can see the jealousy of Baskara arise again as before. Let's say he's weird, but for him it's better to see a jealous, abusive Baskara than to have to see that guy legowo accept everything that's happened in his life because he's too wrapped up in guilt.

"Let's go, Baby." Like innocent, Blue grabbed his helmet, put it on while letting out a smile and climbed on Vero with his girlfriend's two shoulders. Not only that, he also deliberately wrapped his arms so tightly in Baskara's stomach, leaning his head on the man's back that made the owner lost his words.

"Gue won't forgive you just because you hug me like this." Baskara said, then he drove his motorbike at medium speed. Back bags and paper bags that inhabit the front make both legs should be open quite wide, and Sabiru's head attached to his back makes Baskara's arms have to expend extra strength to hold more weight.

From his comfortable sitting position, Blue was still smiling. "Gue didn't feel wrong, did he?" fishing rod, deliberately so that Baskara increasingly tearing.

Sure enough, there was a sound that was even louder than the sound of the recognize of the motorbike that had just overtaken the two of them.

If people mostly want peace in a relationship, Blue really wants them to start a small fight for jealousy issues like now.

"The longer you let go the more stubborn, yes. Look at it when we get home, I'll give you the right punishment." Threaten Baskara, and Blue even chuckles made.

"You dong, punished." Goda. Not only using oral, he also fad once move his naughty fingers to pinch the small stomach Baskara, to make his lover wriggle like a hot worm.

Their journey in the scorching afternoon was only filled with swearing coming out in a row from Baskara's lips, as well as Sabiru's laughter that airs through the layer of golden clouds above them.

Seriate