Fistfuls

Swimming Pool

Weekend is the day Salman always waits for, because he can be with Gita all day. Although sometimes Salma follows wherever they go because not infrequently her lover still has to go to the hospital on Sunday.

Like this morning, at eight in the morning the young man was already sitting in the living room of the Gita house. Chat with Om Luky and also Aunt Sinta, while the girl he was waiting for was still at home in the room, even though he had waited ten minutes more.

"It looks like I want to see Gita's father soon, maybe Auntie can tell you when she has free time?" salman asked, he wanted to ask Papa Gita's blessing.

"Two days ago Auntie had to call his wife, he said they were abroad, maybe next week they are back," replied Aunt Sinta, who is also a friend of his, of course, she is still on good terms with her ex-husband, especially Sita is her biological sister.

"Well next week I go there, the same Gita if the Gita is not busy," added Salman.

They continue the conversation, because Gita still has not seen the trunk of his nose.

Gita who had just come out of the room, was surprised by the presence of Indra who had also just come out of the room. The young man looked neat as if he was going somewhere.

"Where are you going Bang? Sure date?" guess Gita.

Indra was flat, not showing the smile that always made the girl drunk dear. Yes, since Gita returned to his mother's house, Indra's attitude changed, even rarely talking to him.

"Hmm, are you the only one who can date?" indra replied still with her flat face.

Which heart does not hurt, find loved ones acting stiff even as if they do not want to say hello to him. But Gita, the cheerful girl tried to act ordinary even though her heart was hurt, not wanting to make the man suspect her.

"Good, sometime know his girlfriend to me yes Bang," Gita smiled sincerely, hoping Indra get a good lover, even though her heart must be broken, it doesn't matter that the young man is happy with his choice.

Indra just cleared his throat then left Gita who was still standing in front of his room. Gita looked at the young man with a faint look, she felt that something had happened to the young man, so she acted like this. But he had no idea what made the young man into a hundred-door refrigerator.

Feeling Indra had left his residence, Gita began to descend the stairs slowly, while neutralizing the sudden heartbeat of his hunt, hoping Salman was unaware of his current facial changes. Of course, they do not want to disappoint the young man, even though they do not have official ties.

"Salma didn't come with you?" ask Gita when they're in Salman's car.

"No, want to shop with Mama he said," replied Salman without looking at Gita's face because his eyes focus on the streets.

"We go to the area of the tree house again is nothing, right? But not to the tree house first yes, or if you want to stop by later also okay," said Salman hopes Gita agrees with the place they will go at this time.

"Yes, brother, I follow you. Last week we spent all day in the library, now refreshing again, that's a good idea anyway," continued Gita recalled last week the two of them, ah errat not both but the four because there is Salma and also Alya, they stayed in the library until the afternoon.

At first the three of them wanted to find additional materials for the thesis, but it turned out that Salman forced to come along, eventually the four of them went together.

Quite a long journey they took, but as if that time passed quickly because they passed by with laughter, sometimes they also chatted seriously. Until Salman's car stopped in front of an inn not far from the tree house. The hotel-like inn has three floors, with typical West Java traditional house building.

"You go in first yes, there will be someone who will take you, I will meet someone for a while, I will follow," Salman chanted, making the girl frown not understand, why did they enter the inn? Can't they stay the night?

Salman smiled at the confusion on Gita's face, "Don't think of anything, I'm not a jerk who framed someone for my own sake, believe me," he said as if understanding Gita's concerns.

The girl smiled awkwardly, then nodded she believed Salman was open to such a type of man. There is no way she has no ill intentions on him.

After Salman's departure, a woman dressed as a typical employee came to him, leading him into the inn. Even the woman invites Gita to chat, introducing the inn, until they meet someone and greet Gita.

"Mbak Gita huh? Here, for Ma'am," one handed him a fresh red rose.

Gita accepted it with a confused feeling, as she asked what she meant, the person had passed away without permission. And every person they met always gave red and white roses to the Gita, until both hands of the girl were filled with roses of these two colors.

Gita still did not understand this situation, especially the person who was waiting for her actually took her to the third floor and they both went down again to the ground floor. I don't know what he meant, he was invited around the inn.

Gita nodded resignedly, wanted to get out she was also confused, where the way out, because they had been around and the focus of the Gita was no longer on the streets, but the people who gave her flowers.

Gita was even more surprised after opening the glass door, in front of her eyes there was a swimming pool quite spacious, but the focus was not that, mengelinkan sprinkled flowers on the water of the pool, especially when reading the writing made from the flowers made him even more surprised. He could guess now who prepared all this for him.

SAGITA I LOVE U is the writing in the pool.

Salman came from his right side, carrying a bouquet of white and red roses, with a smile unfastened from his lips.

Gita's face met to get the extraordinary surprise, because he never got a surprise like this before. His face grew even more when Salman knelt before him.

"Sagita, I want you to be part of my happy story in the future. Maybe it's too soon, but I really can't harbor this feeling anymore. If you want to be my lover, ah not only that, if you are ready at this time I will propose to you to be my wife, but I do not want to force your will, there is still plenty of time for that," Salman stared at the shady bead of eyes that always melt it intensely, he could see the face of Gita who met, adding to the beauty of the girl.

"Sister, you know what I feel like, although honestly I feel happy when I'm with you, but this heart can't be entirely yours yet" Gita said a little unkindly in fact, but look at the young man smiling.

"No problem, as long as you are always by my side, I am sure that love will grow as time goes on. Now, I just want some reassurance from you, if you refuse me push me into this pool, but if you accept me we'll both jump into this pool." Salman stood up and gave the bouquet to the Gita. Then he turned his back on Gita, ready to accept what answer Gita would give.

"Thank you! Accept it! Thank you!" suddenly a boisterous sound filled the edge of the pool, many pairs of eyes watching their action.

Gita was getting nervous.

Byurrrs

Gita pushed Salman's body into the pool, the flowers that had been in the beautiful system were now scattered unformed.

"Well!" exclaim all of them, representing the disappointment of Salman.

The young man rubbed his face that was exposed to water, still turned his back on Gita, he was unable to stare at Gita's face at the moment, too embarrassed.

Byurrrs

Until it was heard someone entered the pool, followed by the cheers of everyone who watched the two of them. Salman turned his back, surprised to find Gita swimming towards him, with an occasional smile.

"meaning?" suddenly Salman was confused by Gita's behavior, didn't the girl reject him? Why did you enter the swimming pool now?

"Sister, you have already filled your heart with my name, and now I will follow you, until my heart is filled with your name. That's why I followed you here" Gita said with a sweet smile.

"So?" ask Salman.

Gita nodded still with her sweet smile.

Salman immediately hugged the girl, no matter where they were. Fortunately the pool was not too deep, so both of them could set their feet. Peeping Gita's forehead repeatedly, made the girl re-flutter.

"Udah Brother, shame. We're watching them all." Gita pointed around with her tail eyes still filled with several people.

Salman nodded, then took Gita to go upstairs, receiving a kimono towel that was deliberately provided by the officers.

"Sorry, brother, I took off my shoes first, so long ago. I don't want my shoes to be broken" Gita nodded when she saw Salman shaking his head at the girl's excuse.

"Let's change clothes, after this we eat. That's your shirt." Salman pointed to the paper bag at the table near the pool.

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