GRAF'S THEOREM

CHAPTER 12 THE MASTERMIND

Gilar stopped his bike right in front of Anggita's house that night. When Anggita just got off the bike, there was a call calling the girl's name from the direction in the house. Both look at the same time. Bu Lala and Pak Wijaya half ran over to the two. Bu Lala opened the gate just any, hunting Anggita and hugging the child just wayangnya tightly.

Pak Wijaya who followed him was only confused. Sometimes his two fingers rubbed his eyes. The arrow came down from the motor. Stand next to the bike with your head down. He let the mother and the child embrace each other.

"Who are you?" asked Mr. Wijaya while looking at him full of astonishment.

Gilar grabbed the man's right hand, pulling it over his forehead.

"Gilar, sir."

Miss Lala let go of her embrace. Although still reluctant to release Anggita far from his reach. His watery eyes now turned to look at her. Gilar covered with guilt can only be bowed lethargic.

"This is Gita's theme. One school's the same Gita, Dad." Miss Lala remembers meeting Gilar face to face. Especially when her son admits he likes her.

"Why come home this late? Where have you been?" asked Bu Lala in a higher tone.

There was a sharp look of eyes directed at Gilar until the man again chose to bow down. His mother should be angry. Surely he was worried that his only child came home this late. And this is because of him.

"Sorry, Mom. That's because...."

Not yet Gilar continues his words, Anggita ambush, "out of group work, Mom. Excuse me. Hape Gita's running out of battery so can't handle it."

Gilar. He felt more guilty for making Angitita lie to his parents. The two looked at each other for a moment.

"We go in first then. Gilar is coming too!" pinta Pak Wijaya's.

"Sorry, Sir. Gilar went home, yeah. Gilar just wants to get Gita home." His back occasionally bowed. His two hands twisting each other covered the shame and guilt.

"Come in first, Gilar. It is not good to refuse the offer of parents. They won't make you!" sela Anggita ketus.

Gilar nodded slowly.

***

Gilar sat across from Mr. Wijaya. The man was busy looking at the contents of Anggita's house which was filled with pictures of the three. Especially the photo of Anggita more dominating. He smiled occasionally looking at the picture of the girl as a child. Funny and of course beautiful. Mr. Wijaya who noticed the behavior of his daughter's friend looked fully inquiring.

"It's really just a Gita temen? Not his girlfriend, is he?"

Gilar. He certainly will not forget the statement of his affection earlier on Anggita. However, he foolishly sowed poison seeds by saying he could not date the girl. Really am! Gilar loves Anggita. But, he did not know what to act like to prove his affection. Ask her out, is that the best solution? What if Anggita is in a dangerous situation again because he is the boyfriend of the motorcycle gang leader? Really am! Gilar didn't really sincerely say he couldn't date the girl. He was confused as to what to do with his feelings.

"No, sir." replied Gilar reluctantly.

Pak Wijaya's eyes probed. As if I couldn't believe Gilar's words.

Ms. Lala came while carrying a tray containing two glasses of red drinks. Put one in front of Gilar, switch put another glass in front of Pak Wijaya. Bu Lala sat not far from Mr. Wijaya. Let the tray rest under the table.

"Why did you come home this late to her group work, Gilar?" mrs Lala was still curious.

Pak Wijaya and Bu Lala looked at him sharply. Waiting for a convincing answer from the man. Gilar gulped his saliva repeatedly. Just staring back. Repeatedly tried to open his voice but did not.

"Hard Mom, the job!" there was a scream from inside the house.

All three looked up. Before long Anggita appeared in different clothes. His face was no longer worn and worn. Although her hair is just tied up just like any other until her hair kids still like to wander around, Anggita looks very pretty. He sat not far from Gilar.

"We forgot to tell Mom, didn't we? It's so hard, Mom. Ask the Dawn! We happen to be a group."

Anggita glanced at Gilar at a glance. The man hesitated.

"Yes, Mom. His job is hard! Pinter's son was overwhelmed, like they were overwhelmed," Gilar's chimpanzee made the lie both more gaping.

That night became the first night for Gilar to feel the warmth of the Anggita family. He could not refuse an offer to enjoy dinner. Enjoy a vegetable dish of lodeh, fried tempeh, and salted fish prepared specifically to welcome those who come home late. There was a small talk interspersing their togetherness. Gilar did not deny how comfortable it was to be there. He also dared to invite Anggita's father to joke. Not infrequently teasing Bu Lala who turns out his humor can rival the humor of young people.

It was almost midnight that Gilar was in the house. The preoccupation of chatting and listening to the lunge Pak Wijaya sailed through life as a family leader made him reluctant to resign to go home.

"What you are looking for in search of sustenance is not the nominal amount, Gil. But barokah. That's the hardest! When you were single, you often foya-foya, hurrah-hura. Play as if you forgot the time. Frequently skipping school. Badunglah. That father was a very bad boy. Never felt the lack of money. My parents are rich! But, for some reason, all you do only makes you empty. Have no purpose. Often feel dissatisfied. What is less? If viewed from a worldly perspective, at that time the Father had everything. But here, Gilar," Mr. Wijaya touched his chest with his index finger, "there is an empty one. So empty!"

Gilar smile. Looking at Mr. Wijaya as if he had become young. It's like seeing himself. But, he did not understand what emptiness meant for Pak Wijaya?

"Until finally you get married. Meet Ibu Anggita. Wading through the household heresy was not as sweet as soap operas or Korean dramas. It's so banyaaak. Financial matters are just a few problems. From these problems, the Father increasingly glazed himself. Run to and fro asking for help. Ask for help from colleagues during the fun-foya. But, what? They can't help. They are still in the same condition. Unstable. And you are also unstable.

Until one day you accidentally listened to an ustaz lecture. I forgot who he was. But, thanks to the young lecture Father can be like now.

Here's the point of his talk, Gilar. God has given man everything, only the unconscious man has given everything. Earth to stand on, sky to shelter, plants to sort in order to eat, animals to enjoy that can be slaughtered. What else try less? All is God's love! Eyes to see, nose to smell, mouth to speak, ears to hear, hands to touch, feet to step, and life to enjoy life. But what does man do? They never give thanks for the blessings God has given."

Gilar was plagued by a sense of admiration for the figure of Anggita's father who indeed lowered his kindness to the child. Listening to Pak Wijaya's long story did not make it a bit.

"Be the Father of any work at that time. From starting porters in the market, angkot conductor, taxi driver, so the mosque security guard, until finally able to work in the place of Pak Wahid. For the important Father all his work is halal. Allah Ridha and the Father thank him."

Not to forget also the story of Bu Lala's struggle to get Anggita successfully he listened. Born from a weak uterus that repeatedly felt a miscarriage. Anggita's presence is the most beautiful gift for both, the light that shines most after the previous light dims back into the lap of God. Her eyes were about to drip, when Bu Lala recounted her hard work to defend Anggita's life. Until efficacious to Pak Wijaya to prioritize the safety of their children rather than himself.

It was very late at night. The moon is right above the sky. Gilar starts the engine, while Anggita is smitten in front of the gate.

"Be careful, Gil." Anggita said.

I don't think it's budding.

"And thank you. Your family's fun."

The smile of Gilar unravels. I thought I smiled back at him. He turned his back to step into the gate. Locking the gate, even though Gilar had not yet moved.

"Gita!" exclaim Gilar later.

Angita looked towards him. Empty look. There was no smile or aura of anger.

"See you tomorrow!" connect Gilar.

The motor drove fast as if Gilar was reluctant to extend the time there despite wanting to. A moment did not go from there. He stared at the man's back and disappeared from view.

***

Seeing Anggita behaving as usual, Gladis was a little relieved. He tried hard not to talk about what happened yesterday. Although he was struck by curiosity how Anggita came home yesterday.

The attitude of Dawn and Randi was not much different. They seem to forget that yesterday had experienced an unexpected event. Running to escape from the pursuit of thugs who do not know who and what they want. Although one thing is certain, Gilar is the answer.

After the bell rang. Gilar appeared with a face full of bruises. For a moment he looked towards Anggita, but the girl was more downcast even though she walked through it slowly. He sat on the back bench, looking at Anggita's back who was still reluctant to flinch.

Phone's vibrating. Gilar groped from his pants pocket. His face suddenly hardened. His hand squeezed his phone tightly. At that moment Rangga appeared from behind the door. Gilar got up and walked towards him with a face full of anger. Rangga, who felt the gaze directed at him, chose to stop stepping until the two stood facing each other in front of the class. This time Anggita looked up. Fear and worry are melding at the same time. All eyes were on them. Some even prepared to turn on the cellphone camera, suspecting that there would be a fierce fight between the two.

Gilar's fist grew tighter. The person who noticed it started to get up from sitting. Slowly approaching the two. Will break up first before there is really a riot. Yet....

"In what class is Erik now?" ask Gilar later.

Aggita stopped his steps. Confused termangu. Rangga's forehead shriveled in astonishment.

"XI IPS 5," replied Rangga firmly, "why is it?"

However, the question was ignored by Gilar. The man walked away shortly after he answered the man's question. His steps were half-running with his hands clenched together. Let's assume the person who saw him was sitting on the bench. Trying to digest the circumstances and actions of Gilar that morning. Rangga also chose to sit on his stool. Forgetting the strange question that was thrown from the mouth of his rival.

Shortly thereafter. There was a roaring scream. The vague scream. Calls everywhere. Sometimes in the applause. The class of Anggita also became rowdy. Fortunately, no teacher entered the room.

"There's a fight in the field!"

A shout made the eyes inside the class Anggita turned towards the field which could be seen clearly from behind the glass window. Some chose to scurry out, standing in the school corridor. Aggita also chose to leave the class, pushing forward through the crowd. Just a few seconds almost all the disciples filled the field. Race like him just to be able to stand in the front row.

Anggita pecking when watching with his own eyes there are people who throw each other's fists. Stabbing the opponent without thinking of himself who has been bruised. Anggita's body trembled watching two people who were fighting strength reluctant to budge one person. Plus, no one wants to break up those who are bleeding.

Assured themselves. Strengthen guts. He ran towards the commotion. Trying to break up by shouting even though not in the gubris.

"Gillars! Stop that!" as powerful as possible.

But his voice was just a whisper that was lost in the noise. When Gilar managed to lock his opponent's body, he occupied his opponent's body while continuing to throw his fists. Anggita. Holding the man's arm. As much energy pulled him to release the opponent.

Bugs!

Angita. Struck by the edge of Gilar, who was as powerful as a wild horse, was raging. He fell on the field. Grimacing pain. Gilar, who was aware of his actions, looked at him with regret. Lucky his opponent was tired. Just lying on his back with wounds everywhere, splashing blood on his uniform.

Gilar stepped as fast as possible to approach Anggita.

"Gita, are you okay?" tanyanya was worried.

He helped Anggita rise. The girl's elbow was badly scratched. On his cheek was a scratch wound that reddened dry blood. Anggita is only confused. Body shakes. He looked at Gilar but refused to say anything.

"What's this?" ask Mr. Heri who just came later.

Staring at Gilar with a torn shirt and bruised face. Also Anggita who was standing in front of him with a severe abrasive elbow wound. His gaze shifted to the opponent who successfully conquered Gilar.

"Geek! The turn! You guys are facing me in the Teacher's room! Now too!" roaring windy.

"Someone take Anggita to the UKS! Hurry along!"

Gladis broke through and approached Anggita. For a moment he glanced at Gilar full of anger. Then, bring Anggita slowly to follow his steps. Dawn and Randi who stood between the crowd, without command provided a space for both. Act as a bodyguard who wants to bring famous artists on stage. Providing the widest possible path so that the artist can step onto the stage without obstacles. While Rangga, standing in the doorway of his class. Grinning alone without a sound. It was only when he saw Anggita walking limped in the company of Gladis, followed by Fajar and Randi, his often disappeared. He ran as hard as he could to get to Anggit.

"Ta, what's wrong with you?" tanyanya was worried.

Eyes probing. Found severe abrasions on Anggita's elbow. Also the scratch wound reddened the dried blood on his cheek.

"I'm taking it to the UKS!"

Rangga was about to pull Anggita's arm, but on the edge by Randi as fast as lightning.

"Let's bring it!"

Rangga did not budge. The four of them stepped out leaving him alone.