Dum Spiro, Spero
Messy Morning's
“BURUANNNNN!!!” Blue banged on the bathroom door many times. The wall clock that continues to beat also makes the panic increase.
How not? It's Monday, the most sacred day on which he should have arrived at work early to prepare for things, but he and Baskara instead woke up late from being too engrossed in the cuddle, comfortable tipped in each deck. Already so, Baskara uses old events also in the bathroom. He said his stomach was wrapped around, but last night they did not eat anything strange.
“BASKARA!!! THE HUNT!!! I'M LATE!!!” Shouts again. His throat hurt because he kept shouting. His handbooks also felt sore as he banged on the bathroom door with endless bars.
“BAS—“
“Iya, yes, patience!” the door finally opened. But another problem arose when Baskara appeared wearing only a towel wrapped around his lower body. The circumference also looks fragile, so Blue is worried that the towel will freefall— resulting in the exposure of valuable assets belonging to Baskara that he guards wholeheartedly.
“Lah, he's dumbass!” Baskara shook her hands in front of Sabiru's face which even lowered her gaze towards.forget it, it's still morning, don't think of anything. “Buruan entered, he said late.” Baskara then helped Blue into the bathroom before she rushed to her room to change clothes.
“Do not change his clothes for long!” blue shouted for the last time, before Baskara closed the bathroom door forcibly so that the sound of the woman's cry was muffled perfectly.
“Tell once doang excited already I think will get SP and immediately fired.” Baskara muttered while swinging a step towards her room.
Unlike Sabiru who is strict about working hours, Baskara is somewhat more chill and not too willing to take a headache. For him, as long as he can work on the project on time with satisfactory results, it does not matter even if he is late five times a week.
For today, Baskara just wants to dress casually. In addition to his favorite shirt still in the basket of dirty clothes, he is also reluctant to wear clothes that are too neat when Monday. The reason is only one, which is because Monday is always synonymous with everything hectic. Dressing too neatly will only make his movements limited, because he will think a lot before moving so as not to make his clothes tangle.
The choice of outfit for a Monday that has been boisterous since this morning fell on a sheet of plain jerseys, jeans and leather jacket that are all black. Before wearing the outfit of his choice, Baskara first sprayed perfume on his body. Some point like the wrist behind the ear he gives extra attention, because he said the two points are the best spot to make perfume lasting.
Inhaling the delicate fragrance of her perfume (unlike most men's perfumes) for a few seconds, Baskara hurriedly put on her clothes. Finished with that, he restored his hair that had grown longer, combing the strands using only fingers.
“Perfect.” Her speech.
It didn't take long, he was ready to go to work. Even Sabiru who was excited since earlier still not heard coming out of the bathroom.
Baskara grabbed the backpack containing combat tools, did not forget to put the wallet and mobile phone into it and then out of the room.
“Kok is sitting here, anyway?! That Vero has been heated yet?!” coming-coming, Blue sewot. His uniform has not even been properly bagged, his hair is also still spattered carelessly.
“No need to fuss, Yang. Calm down.” Baskara tried to calm down. Not only using words, he also used both hands to demonstrate the movement of the inhaler exhale that had been followed by Sabiru, before the girl regained her senses and even thumped her guard violently.
“There is no time to joke! I'm late, Baskara! Booth!” rough, Blue pulled Baskara's arm, dragging her lover over to Vero who had been waving to be ridden.
Baskara sighed softly, then followed her lover by directly rising above Vero. The engine was turned on, then he immediately poked the gas through the gate that had been opened wide by Sabiru.
“Lah, Yang, my helmet missed!" screeched Baskara while groaning his own head.
Blue was increasingly upset, but still ran into the house and returned in less than a minute while carrying Baskara's helmet.
“Lo eyeball if not pickled the same muscle must also miss, Bas.” Blue Omel while wearing his own helmet.
“Hush! By the way serem very, anyway.”
“No need to bacot, let's hunt.” Blue as fast as lightning rose into the back seat. His hand patted Baskara's shoulder excitedly, asking him to immediately gas.
“Handle, want to speed me.” Tell Baskara while getting ready to pull the gas lever deeply.
Blue immediately wrapped his arms, plunged perfectly on Baskara's back, and the wussshhh motor drove madly on the deserted streets like uninhabited.
They were too excited, too panicked to be late to come to work until they did not realize that someone had witnessed how noisy they were this morning. Someone who stole heard how Blue called Baskara by his real name, also witnessed how tightly Blue's arms coiled around his lover's waist.
“Yang? A baskara? What is that mean? Are they not brothers? And his name is Abi, right?” ask someone, end up not getting any answers.
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