GRAF'S THEOREM

CHAPTER 11 AMBIGUOUS STATEMENT

Anggita sat opposite Randi at a table in four seats. Once the drinks and food they ordered were presented, Anggita immediately devoured the food. Randi who saw it just smiled.

"What did I say too! Eat well in a kayak gini place!" randi is proud. Folded both arms right in front of the chest.

I assume not to be angry. He was busy eating his food, the remaining half of it. His hunger had disappeared a little.

"Thank you, Ran," said the girl later.

"What did I say too! Gilar must be fine! Motorcycle gang leader loses to street thugs?" ledek Randi's.

The man leaned his body towards the table, slashing the distance between the two. Anggita.

"You really like Gilar, Ta?" tanyanya.

I shake her head, "what the hell!" it quibbles.

"Not to waste! It looks like. You're sane, right?"

"I'm smart! Second overall champion at Marga High School!" Angita.

"Pinter-pinter like the boys of the biker gang!" Randi teased him again.

Anggita clucked, "we're just a victory doang really. You are the ones whose assumptions are too excessive!"

The assumption itself is excessive.

"Your attitude is excessive, Ta. Don't be stupid to lie about your own feelings. What are your plans after this incident? Still want to like him? Huh!" challenge Randi.

Kunyahan Anggita. This incident wasn't really a nightmare. It all happened so fast. He did not have time to answer, suddenly Gilar appeared and immediately sat beside Anggita. His face was not too bad. His clothes had changed no longer a uniform full of dirt stains.

"Hi, Ran!" sapanya later.

Randi turned. Gilar turned to Anggita who chose to eat his remaining food. Seeing the condition of the girl who still wears the school uniform behind a black jacket that does not belong to anyone, there is a sense of regret and anger coming together. He was determined to find the mastermind behind the incident this afternoon. Although he knew that the real target must be him, but he did not think they would do it when he was with his classmates, not his friends. Gilar can't accept that.

He never wanted to mix up his personal affairs to drag his innocent friends, especially Anggita. The girl who happened to catch him deserves to be scared. It was only natural that the girl caught up with him who disappeared suddenly. Moreover, the two are only today able to return to greet.

"Who's jacket is this, Ta?" ask Gilar.

Anggita pointed her index finger towards Randi. Both men looked awkwardly.

"Please, Ta!" pinta Gilar's.

"No need! In wear. Poor thing! He had been sitting in front of the library for a long time because he was waiting for someone who suddenly said somewhere!" randi is able to make Gilar freeze.

"Remove it if you're not comfortable, Ta!" pinta Gilar again.

"No need! No need to go behind it. Pake nyampe house! Udah that, you want to throw it or simple also up to. I won't be going to do it again!" Randi keukeuh's.

He got up from his seat. For a moment, I looked at the two who were sitting side by side. There was a sense of pity that plagued him to see the state of Anggita that was far from normal. Her hair was bound irregularly. His face was puffy and shabby. Not to mention how to eat it like a starving person. Randi clucked.

"I'll go home then! Take this kid home!" Randi poked the tip of his index finger right towards Anggita, "watch if you're anything he is!" he threatened Gilar.

Gilar just moved his eyebrows. Smiling until his white teeth are plastered.

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I don't know how many times Anggita ordered food at that place. The girl went back and forth to the cashier table and to the table just to order and pick up her food. Gilar who witnessed it sometimes smiled, but was also confused. There was not a word that came out from the mouth of the girl who had now changed her sitting position to face him.

Gilar leaned his body against the table, "Ta, you're okay, right?" ask Gilar while looking closely Anggita.

The girl hasn't been huddled. Choosing to devour his food to the toilet. In the shredded orange juice in front of him until there was nothing left. Anggita slammed her back against the back of the chair, fixing her hairband expressionlessly. Gilar only watched the girl's behavior closely. Hoping that he would open his voice even if it was just a curse, Gilar was ready.

Anggita's two hands rested on the table. He pointed his face towards Gilar and made the man follow his style of sitting.

"Nobody want you to explain, Gil?"

Gilar knows Anggita is not a stupid girl who will pretend that the incident was just a nightmare. Nor is it the spoiled girl who constantly whines and cries for home after experiencing the event that almost took her life. Aggita for him is a smart girl, full of curiosity and sometimes careless like last day. She is not a nerdy smart girl who is funny, not sloppy, and timid.

"Nothing, Ta. I'm still finding out who they are, too" Gilar said honestly.

Although his suspicions centered on Rangga, but he did not have a strong reason to accuse that man was the mastermind behind everything. Especially considering the last few months, Rangga no longer sniffed the girl. No longer follow wherever Anggita stepped. No more rumors spread that Rangga again clashed with the girl.

Moreover, Anggita always passes his days in class calmly. Always he noticed Anggita more often joking with Gladis. Instead of sitting with him, he often quarreled tensely with Rangga who always came to him suddenly.

Repeatedly he saw Anggita sigh. Repeatedly he also saw Anggita looking left and right as if he was alert. The girl was still in fear.

The girl was unmoved aside from looking at their two hands that were now piled on the table.

"sorry. It's all because of me." said Gilar later.

Anggita looked up, "i know, Gil. I want to know who they are? What's the same problem with you? And ...."

Gilar squeezed his hand tightly. The girl was silent. A flash of memory just now flashed in his head. In the midst of the threat of men in black jackets who want to invite him to get acquainted, the hands of both of them clasped each other tightly. Think of the frightened and Gilar who tries to calm him down.

"I don't know who they are. You don't have to worry, Ta. Everything is fine!"

Gilar looked at the girl. Wishing he would no longer interrogate her and remember the incident earlier this afternoon. Gilar hoped the girl was suddenly stupid and senile. Consider the incident he experienced last afternoon is just a nightmare.

Anggita let go of her hand. Keep him out of Gilar's grasp. His facial sharpness hardened even though a few tears started to melt on his cheeks. I try to be strong and strong. He covered all the fear that had plagued him all day.

"Get out of the biker gang, Gilar!" anggita Pinta with a soft voice.

He could not bear the tears that Gilar should have seen since. The fear was soaring in his heart. He was afraid and did not want to see Gilar like this afternoon.

The girl's sobs made Gilar freeze. The request of the client is not an easy request. He also did not want to make the girl in front of him continue to cry in fear. Gilar pulled Anggita's hand slowly, grasping it as tightly as possible. Hopefully Anggita understands that he will be fine because this is his personal business.

"I promise I'll take care of you, Ta. You won't see them again! I promise!" gilar said with determination.

"Are you sure you can keep that promise?"

Anggita looked at Gilar.

"You just got battered in their crackles! What if they suddenly come back? I do the same thing! How can you take care of me if you can't defend yourself? Huh!"

Gilar was silent. He let Anggita get all his fear out. Reasonable. Even if it is not Angita who experiences, whoever the girl who experienced the incident seems to be sure to muntab. Terrified. Worrying.

"Get out of the biker gang! It doesn't make you look cool, Gil. Charming, brawl, jotos, all that does not make you a hero! You're not much different than a criminal, Gilar. Harm yourself and those around you! You can't protect anyone including me! You're not a superhero, Gilar. You're a teenager, a schoolboy, an ordinary human being who still needs protection from parents and adults."

Gilar's head lowered. The man did not expect Anggita to lecture him, instead spreading his own fear and crying out to stay away from him. The girl made him not wince. The girl made her leadership soul seem in a disgrace.

"I don't want to see you battered again, Gilar ...," Anggita's voice wailed.

Aggita remembered that this was not the first time he had seen Gilar's face in a nearly permanent blue and red lipstick. Being my boyfriend for half a semester can be said to be the most annoying and worrying time. It wasn't just once that Gilar came to school with a clown-like face on the side of the highway. At first Angita was scared half to death. He wants to run as fast as possible away from the grip of the Chairman of the Motorcycle Gang. The shadow that he might be in his hands clenched and fared just as Gilar haunts his days. Being seated next to the man was like standing at the door of a starving lion's den.

However, gradually the feeling of fear was transformed into a feeling of worry. Gilar's attitude was always good to him, respecting his status as a woman, never once said rude or rude as Rangga did to him. Makes Anggita's heart secretly put a liking on him. In the school environment, especially in the classroom, Gilar's attitude is the same as other students. Obey and respect Master, make friends with anyone, do good to classmates, love cheating, lazy to do tasks, value in the fog, like to sleep if the class is boring. But one thing is certain, Gilar never brought his gang problems into the school environment. Each brawl he played was just named after the XXX Motorcycle Gang not the name of his school.

Gilar cupped one more hand to hold the girl. He was out of words. Inevitably Anggita turned out to be worried about himself rather than himself. The girl's strong attitude further disarms the soul of the motorcycle gang leader who is pinning on her. He never expected anyone to worry about him.

"I beg you, Gilar ...."

"Gita ...," as powerful as Gilar opened his voice, "I can't get out of the biker gang. Sorry .... But, I promise. Really am! You won't do anything like this again. I promise, Gita! I promise!"

Angita back sobbing. His head was bowed in lethargy. He already thought his silly request for Gilar to get out of the motorcycle gang was a waste. He was nothing to Gilar! He was just a person who liked the man unilaterally. Gilar will not accept his wishes. Who's Anggita? He's just my former bandmate Gilar. Not his girlfriend! A nobody!

Both hands Gilar continuously grasped Anggita's hand tightly, reluctant to let go. Although presumptuous, he just wanted to convince the girl that he could protect her. It is Gilar who will always be there for an Angita. I guess we can count on it. He will protect the girl with all her body. Though he knew that he was nothing to the girl. The liking he planted for Anggita is so difficult to realize. There are always circumstances that make him a lowly man who does not deserve Angita.

"Gita, I love you!"

Anggita. Seeing it stick. His ears didn't hear wrong, did they? Is this the kind of love statement he's waiting for?

"But, sorry. I can't date you, Gita."

Angita. He was confused as to what kind of sweet statement would end with a bitter statement. Don't know what this is called a love statement? But why can't she date him? Wh why? What reason?

Anggita wanted to ask more questions about Gilar's ambiguous statement. However, Gilar's two hands that slowly break away from him make Anggita. Make it again served as an accomplished ruler. Makes the girl feel confused again.

Gilar got up from his seat. Stepping up to Angita who is still sculpting. The man's right hand was stretched out in front of him. Anggita's eyes looked at him fixedly.

"I drove you home well, Ta." said Gilar later.

Anggita fell silent. Although hesitant, with increasingly unclear feelings, Anggita chose to return the hand. Grasping it without much regard for any reason.

For now, Anggita thought. Let him enjoy his company with Gilar. The more everyday togetherness is even more difficult to do. Just saying hello feels difficult. To mingle lightly like before was very difficult. For the moment only. Can't he enjoy the happiness that might soon be obliterated by the arrival of such a disaster this afternoon?

The motor is speeding through the night wind. Anggita let her head lean on Gilar's back, while her hands tore at the end of the man's shirt. Gilar did not budge. The two were silent throughout the journey. Let the silence of the night become quiet and empty.

Just for today. Anggita wants to have Gilar.

Just for today. Gilar wants to have anggita.