Dum Spiro, Spero
The Forever be Mine
Instead of what kind of punishment Baskara had mentioned on the way home, what Blue got was a tip. Advice he never thought would come out of the lips of a Pramudya Baskara who used to be famous as his frontman Pain Killer, the most respected group on their campus, Neosantara.
“Never use people's feelings for any purpose.” Baskara said after they had paused the conversation for a while.
The television in front of them still shows the favorite soap opera of mothers. The main character of the woman whose life is always colonized by the antagonist is crying sobbing, wailing bitterly and then complaining to God the owner of life. Blue's gaze was fixed there, but his concentration and his complexion were really only gushing for whatever Baskara was conveying.
“Last time I did that, I almost lost lo for the second time, if you forget.” Said Baskara again.
After that, take a deep breath fishing Blue to turn the head. He grimaced a little when he found Baskara bowing his head, his right hand fingers moved unsettled, the owner was hiding nervousness.
“Gue was lucky because Fabian placed more importance on our friendship, Bi. Because if he wants to be a little selfish, I will not only lose you, but also lose your friend, no, brother. I'm going to lose you both, and it's the cruelest fate I'll never accept.” After saying so, Baskara turned his head, then met their gazes at the same point.
“Do not use Denis, or anyone to provoke my jealousy, dear. Because without that lo lokalin, I'm still the same hunter as I was. I'm just a different way of showing that jealousy now. I'm just a little quieter and not explosive, but that doesn't mean I don't know the same name jealous.”
“But you did the same with Lintang. You treat her better than any girls we meet before, and I catch that as an effort from you to make me jealous.” Not to plead for himself, no. Blue was just trying to get the contents of his head out, the unkempt that all this time only he kept for fear of burdening Baskara if he was too free to voice it.
Instead of agreeing to the statement, Baskara shook his head slowly. One leg is raised, then raised to the top of the sofa and bent, making it look half cross-legged with the body facing towards Sabiru.
“Gue never benefits the feeling of latitude to make you jealous, or to benefit more than both parents as our father and mother kos. From the beginning, from the moment I realized that Lintang had feelings for me, I had implemented a firm boundary. She’s my little sister, and I told her about that. Many times I can make love statements and offers to date him, I always firmly refuse and say that our relationship can never be more than a brother and sister.”
“But Latitude is not necessarily thinking the same thing.”
“She would.” Basqueen cutting. “Because from the beginning I have given a clear limit, he will think many times before baper to me. He would have thought that what I did to him, my sweet attitudes, it was all a form of affection from a brother to his sister. Sure, there will definitely be a moment where he forgets about it. But I believe, he will always remember about the limits that I have applied, because actually, Latitude is not as thick as you think.”
Not knowing how to respond, Blue just fell silent. Especially when he found out that Baskara was not completely finished with his words, he decided to listen more.
“If you can give a firm border to Denis, just like what I love to Lintang, I will not mind to squirm you guys close.”
“Why is that? You're not jealous?” ask Sabiru quickly. There was a disappointed look on his face at this moment. Thinking that his lover is already reluctant to maintain jealousy when people say is a sign of love.
“No, Darling.” Trying to calm down, Baskara grabbed Sabiru's hand. “As a said before, I'm still jealous, just like I was. The difference is, now I do not have a lot of energy and power as big as before to be able to show my jealousy in an excited manner. At best, I can only get angry in the same phone chat as last afternoon, I, not going to dare to make a child of people to baku hantam kayak that I used to be sure to do every one who dared to deketin lo.”
“Your mentally unstable boyfriend is not as cool as it used to be, so please do not make the energy of him who is just this seuprit to show jealousy.”
“But I miss you so fxcking much, Bus. I miss the old kangen lo. I ... I...” Blue greeting not finished. His eyes even felt hot and foggy when he saw Baskara nodding while smiling thinly.
“Gue know, Dear.” The man's words were soft. Then the swipe that fell on the top of his head successfully made Sabiru fail to resist the urge of the clear fog that broke through wanting to get out. Blue was crying, with shaky shoulders and gentle strokes that even more she received.
“Sorry, Bas...” oozed in between sobs.
Can't bear to see his love cry, Baskara grabbed the body, then he took it into a warm embrace.
“Not to apologize, Honey. I know there are things about me in the past that I can't find in me now, and that makes you feel lost. But, one thing you should know, Bi. No matter how much things change, my feelings for you will be the only one that stays, even tend to move bigger. How to pour it is different, but the quality and quantity actually increases from day to day.”
In Baskara's warm embrace, Blue's cry grew. It feels selfish, but he really misses the moment where Baskara can freely run over anyone who bothers him or tries to establish an excessive interaction with him. He longs for the moment where Baskara can loudly tell the whole world that he is the owner of someone named Eleena Sabiru and no one on the face of this earth can take his place. Two years of living as Abhimanyu and Anindia made Sabiru miss those moments, and the present, she said, his longing was so heavy that he started looking for ways to at least be able to make Baskara display again the possessive side that he used to climb, but still managed to make him smile silently.
Truly, Blue has no intention of using the feelings of others. He was just. he was just really missing his old Pramudya Baskara.
“Gue has a better idea to make you show Denis that you already have, without me having to roar in front of him, which means we are again dismantling our own identity.” Baskara said after the long minutes that he heard was only the sound of Sabiru's sobbing that was getting more and more eased.
Confused, Blue pulled away from Baskara's embrace. Only to be made more and more wondering when his lover was displaying a suspicious smile.
“Don't be weird.” His reprimand, before Baskara conveyed his intention.
“Bas—“
Lose quickly. Blue lips lose quickly to Baskara lips. The rash was struck by Baskara, rewarded with a few kisses before finally being given a subtle sip that left a wet trail.
The kiss that came suddenly made Sabiru flinch, but she had no reason to refuse so all she did was reply to Baskara's pagutan equally intensely.
The longer, Sabiru fell asleep. Until when his breath ran out and they paused to transport the oxygen supply, he did not have time to prevent Baskara who had moved down to target his open neck.
“Akh!” Blue squealed as Baskara bit his neck without cueing. Perih spread even after that the man immediately gave a wet kiss as the antidote.
At first, Blue thought it had stopped there. But apparently he was wrong. Because before really going to leave his neck, Baskara took a strong sip to cause a purplish red sign that was located... Ah, shit, he won't be able to hide unless he wears a scarf.
This is not like the last time where Baskara left a red mark on the neck area that can still be covered. As if this time, she really wanted Denis and all the men who tried to get close to Sabiru knew that she had a lover.
“Done.” Said Baskara with a smile full of pride. Bak has just created a work of art that could be valued at hundreds of millions.
The blue that was still a bit shocked did not reply. He also did not understand why Baskara had suddenly attacked him.
“This as a sign that lo is mine, Sabiru. No matter though I can no longer blatantly claim lo as mine once again, at least this sign can be an alarm for any man who tries to deketin lo, lo, that you already own.” Baskara Terang.
Supposedly, Blue tearing. But this time, he instead stared at the reddish mark on his neck for quite a while. Before finally he photographed the reddish marks using Baskara's phone lying on the table.
“Why photographed?” ask Baskara wonder.
“Make mementos.”
“Gue can make more, if you want.” Baskara only joked, but Blue took it seriously.
Without the ba-bi-bu, Blue thrusts her neck in front of Baskara's face, asking for more signs for her to show off to the rest of the world. Is that shame? He doesn't have it anymore. Because if this was the only way to show the world that he belonged to Baskara, Blue wouldn't mind.
“Nakal.” Baskara gently nudged the Blue neck that contained red marks of his work. Then instead of obeying the request of the lover, he kissed Sabiru's lips eight times. It was really just a kiss, which then made Sabiru scowl funny.
“Bas...” whine that woman.
Baskara shook her head slowly, “One of them was enough to make Denis understand that you are not a single girl that he can approach.” He said, and when he patted Sabiru's head gently before getting up from the sofa, Baskara knew she could no longer refute her talk.
“Udah night, let's go to sleep. Tonight I permit you to change my room.” Then, Baskara went into his room, followed by Sabiru who ran a few seconds later while screaming.
“WAIT!!! I WANT CUDDLE TO BE SATISFIED!!!”
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Well, guys, welcome to Sabiru physical touch era. Hopefully stay sane, because the author began to crazy to squirm his nature Sabiru same Baskara even kayak taker like this 🙃