Fistfuls

Almost Anyways

Gita deliberately lingered in the bathroom, still lazy to meet with Salman, although in fact he also missed the young man, but his ego was higher, making him forced to be indifferent. It may be almost an hour Gita soaks in the bathtub, but she stays relaxed while choosing clothes and so on.

As she reached the living room, Gita saw Salman talking on the phone, the girl waiting until Salman finished his talk.

"Why not go to the hospital? If it's needed, you just go, I don't mind if we don't go." It is seen that Gita still has not forgiven the young man from his way of speaking.

Salman sighed realizing that the Gita was still angry with him, despite accepting his current presence. "Dear, today's my time is only for you. It's ready, right? Let's go now." Salman grabbed the girl's hand, of course the Gita did not reject it.

"Where do you want to go?" salman asked when they were in the car.

"Come," answered Gita without looking at the questioner, for she was busy looking at the road they were walking through.

"To the tree house?" salman asked for approval.

"No, besides,"

Salman mentioned several places, but the answer was always the same, whereas earlier Gita said whatever, which means according to Salman, Gita will follow wherever he wants, but in fact Gita does not agree with all his choices. Making the young man annoyed, but he immediately realized the beginning of all this was his fault.

Finally Salman decided to take Gita to the tree house, he wanted to talk together without anyone bothering of course. Although he had already guessed that the girl would get even more upset when invited to this place again, but let him believe Gita would definitely forgive him in a moment.

"Cock come here? I told you I didn't want to come here." Gita protest when she realized Salman's car stopped in the parking lot near the tree house, because since then he was busy playing mobile phone.

But look, even though the girl's protest had already come down and left Salman just like that. Even the Gita went straight up to the top of the tree house without waiting for Salman.

Gita stood around the pine forest for a long time, but Salman had not yet appeared, making him snort repeatedly. Finally decided to enter the tree house, sitting near the window, his favorite place while in a minimalist house on this tree.

"A really long time? Why are people? Ngeselin! Huhf," he murmured.

"Am I outrageous huh? But how else, I was really sprained, when I waited for his presence, he was cool with other girls. How annoying! Tau gini was sleeping in the house." Gita continued to vent her frustration with an indistinct mutter.

Salman smiled when he heard some muttering of the girl, he realized one thing, if the Gita is indeed jealous. Not that it made him alert, but he was happy. That means Gita already has the same taste as him.

"I'm sorry, I bought the same drink some food in the minimarket ahead there." Salman sat down next to the girl who was now staring out the window.

"Yes," Gita replied briefly without turning her head towards the young man.

Salman tried to be patient with the Gita, but since then he has been a little upset because he waited too long for the girl to take a bath. Even she had already caught up to Gita's room, but it turned out that the room was in lock, making her return to the living room, waiting patiently for Gita.

Salman grabbed the head of the Gita to lean on his shoulder, his left hand grabbed the girl's hand and held her. The Gita rebelled, she tried to break away from the young man, but actually her little heart felt comfort in this kind of position.

"Deliver!" The Gita tried to break away, but it still didn't work.

"Darling, I'm sorry about what happened a few days ago. I promise I won't make the same mistake. I also promise to come to your graduation, if I don't get my word right, you can get angry" Salman said, hoping that the girl would melt down and forgive her mistakes.

"Hemm, yes" replied Gita.

"Try here and look me in the eye, if you don't want to mean still angry." Gita snorted, but she complied with the young man's request.

The two stared at each other for a while, until Gita realized something, when she felt the young man's breath hit her face. He could guess what would happen next.

"Yes sorry." Salman smiled clumsyly, embarrassed by what he had done, yes even though his intentions had not been channeled.

Gita nodded, she smiled looking at the young man's face which looked wrong. He was reminded of the drama he often watched, of course enjoying the moment the scene that was just about to happen but failed it. But he does not expect that to happen at this time with Salman, he said such a thing is already unnatural in a dating relationship.

Salman pulled Gita's body into his arms, hoping to reduce the embarrassment of wanting to do so.

"I'm sorry it's almost a release, I won't do that until we get married" Gita nodded at her lover's words.

Long enough both shed a sense of longing that is delayed, because of an unwanted incident a few days ago.

"Sister, I'm thirsty." Gita broke free from the young man's embrace.

Hearing Gita's words, Salman smiled. Because the girl's tone had returned to normal as usual, it meant that Gita had forgiven her. He also let go of that hug.

Both of them enjoyed the food that Salman had bought, telling stories. Salman recounted the time he was at a seminar outside the city, and Gita certainly recounted the moment the young man left, and also the time he avoided the young man.

"I'm sorry dear" Salman said.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I don't need to apologize anymore, I'm nothing, as long as you don't repeat the same incident. Brother knows, I hate betrayal the most" Gita said, suppressing the last word.

"My parents' lives were full of betrayal and infidelity, and it kept me apart from Mama and Bang Hafidz for a dozen years. That's why I don't like the kind of betrayal even I hate the people who do it." Gita remembers how Mama was devastated, the woman was really tormented by the betrayal committed by her own siblings. Without feeling a clear circle dripping on his cheeks. He rubbed the circle rough, now they are happy and do not need to remember the painful thing.

"You crying? Why?" Salman was worried that seeing the girl shed tears, thinking she was the cause of the crystal collapse.

"No, I just remember Mama. Forget it, all that has been missed, at this time we are all happy with our own choices," replied Gita with a smile not wanting to make the young man worry again.

Salman is actually curious about the life of the Gita family, although Gita once told a story, but it looks like the girl told him in a short version. But she didn't have much courage to ask that question more deeply, afraid that Gita would come back crying.

Dingan coming from Gita's cell phone, diverts both of them from each other's minds. Gita immediately received the call.

"I'm going with Salman again, why? Seriously? Tell him to come into my room, I'll be home soon. Aye." Yeah." Gita closes the call, then puts the phone in the bag.

"What's the matter, baby?" salman asked as Gita's face implied something had happened.

"We're going home now, brother, there's a friend from Jakarta. Pity him if you wait a long time at home. It's nothing, right?" gita asked, she was afraid that the young man would object if they came home at midday like this.

"All right, we're going home now." Salman agreed.

"Not angry, are you? Bang Indra said, My friend is like he has a problem,"

Salman smiled, "No, we can walk again next time. Maybe your friend needs you right now, too" he replied.

Finally they both left a place full of history for both of them, with different hearts than when they came. For now both have given something that has kept them far apart.

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