Wagering
Sleep Well, Baby

"Bas," after being satisfied daydreaming, Blue finally paid attention to Baskara who faithfully waited beside him. From then on, the young man made no sound at all. As if he understood that what he needed was just company, not being flocked with meaningless nonsense sentences.

Baskara cleared his throat, then inched closer to listen more. Before the girl's lips opened again, Baskara reached out, tidying up the strands of Blue's hair that had slipped from the bond. "Tell me," he said after successfully making the little strands return to unity.

"Why are people so easy to tell bad things to other people?" blue's voice sounded sad, in tune with the look of his face that lost its natural hue.

"Because they never put themselves in someone else's place." Sahut Baskara's. Blue's small body then he pulled closer, and then he closed tightly from behind. Letting the owner rest his noisy head on his chest that field.

"Gue hates people like that. But, I also can't do anything because I don't have the power to regulate how those people should behave." Blue moves her fingers, guerrilla on the back of Baskara's hand that tightly hugs her stomach.

"Then just let them do whatever they want. Most importantly, you're not a part of them." Baskara's whisper, right next to Blue's ear. The fragrance of the girl's shampoo was strong, invading her entire respiratory tract so that no other smell could stop by.

Blue wriggled softly from inside Baskara's arms, only to make his position half-lying on the sofa so that he could lean more comfortably on Baskara's chest. Then, he looked up. Until he met his eyes with Baskara's eyes staring in the shade towards him. "But I'm still upset. I still think that just as there was one of them trying to tell Jasmine that she was valuable, she might still be alive right now. And you know, I'm desperate because I can't be that one person."

"Lo is not a typical person who is good at stringing words, that's why you do not comment anything. But you did your best, by directly finding me and my friends to samperin Jasmine into place. Even though he's finally dead, at least you're willing to be one of the few people who care."

Blue lowered his head. This time, his fingers he placed on the long fingers of Baskara are interlocked, as if comparing the size of their hands that are far different. "Is that enough?" muttered.

Behind him, Baskara let out a low breath. Blue was a little jolted when Baskara suddenly pulled and turned his body until now they were back face to face. His shady gaze resembled rain in the first nights of January, melting the gnawing arid from the previous dry months.

With a heavy voice, the young man then said, "Enough. It's just that much of our capacity as human beings, the rest is God's rule."

"We all regret the life of Jasmine who drifted without having time to get help, but regretting what had happened also will not make Jasmine live again. So, why don't we just try to do it, may God allow Jasmine to go to a better place?"

For a moment, Blue was silent. Instead of absorbing what the young man before him said, he instead mis-focused on the small, reddish-looking scratch on the young man's neck. Where did the scratch come from? Since when was it there? Lt hurts? Unknowingly, Blue's outstretched hand touched the scratch and slightly pressed it to check if it hurt or not.

"This why?" tanyanya while looking back fixed Baskara figure.

"Don't look for diversions, habits." Baskara pulled Blue's hand from her neck thinking the girl was just trying to divert the conversation.

Blue glared, "Gue no longer talks." Sewot. The girl then grabbed her cell phone on the table, then opened the camera so that Baskara could see for himself the scratches on his neck. "Tuh, look. Your neck is wound!"

Baskara was glued for a moment to see the reflection of herself on camera. But after that, he lowered the phone and put it back on the table. "Little scratch, don't hurt." Her speech. His intention was only so that Blue would not fuss, but thanks to his words that seemed to trivialize a small wound, he got a pretty painful pinch on his arm.

"It hurts!" his screeches while wiping his arms which he is sure will turn blue in the near future.

"Yes anyways!" Blue is more fierce. "You little one wants big, whose name is wound is still wound." Smell it with whimpering lips.

Baskara was anxious, wanting to kiss the manyun lips but realized the timing was not right. He will return to accept physical violence.

"No idea, Bi. It doesn't feel like a pain at all." Answer Baskara as it is. Because he did not feel pain. Maybe because it's too hectic to take care of Jasmine's problems. "Udah, don't take care of the wound like this." Blue hands back he pulled, then he held tightly so that the girl did not insist on discussing the wound further. "Well, you have to sleep." Declared.

Blue clucked softly, then pulled his hand from Baskara's grasp. He glanced towards the clock that was stuck on the front room wall. At 11.45. Not too late for the size of an adult human like himself. Moreover, tomorrow is Saturday, he does not have to get up early to come to campus. So, why does Baskara constantly ask him to go to bed immediately?

"Because I know you're gonna keep thinking weird if you don't sleep spout." As if he could read minds, Baskara said that just as Blue's question finished being spoken inside his head.

Blue grunts slowly. Then suddenly, he laid his body, resting his head on Baskara's thigh. "It's so noisy here, how do I sleep?" tanyanya pointed at her own forehead. "Can you help?"

"Sure." Reply Baskara sure. One kiss he then gave to Blue, right on his forehead by letting his lips stay there long enough. "I sucked up all the burden of your mind. Sleep now." Declared.

Blue chuckled softly, then closed his eyes after changing his position to tilt to the left. "Lo wouldn't do anything about me, would you?" muttered.

"No, lah. Does my face look like a jerk?"

Blue nodded still with his eyes closed. "Rubber."

"Damn."

Hearing the swearing, Blue chuckled. Lies if he says the burden of his mind has indeed been sucked by Baskara. But at least, with the young man here, the possibility for him to think more strange things could be minimized.

"If I sleep like this, how do you sleep?"

"Not much to suck, just sleep."

"Right is, anyway."

"Sleep, or do I kiss?"

"Lo ngeres's not." Blue Cibir. But strangely, he still did not move from his position, nor did he open his eyes. It was as if he believed Baskara would not dare to touch him without permission.

"Sleep."

"Yes, yeah. Onion." Blue held her folded arms together in front of her chest, praying for a while before actually heading into dreamland.

While Baskara, even busy looking at the face of Blue ayu sleeping on his lap. "Sleep well, Baby." His whisper was followed by a kiss that landed smoothly on Sabiru's cheek.

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