GRAF'S THEOREM

CHAPTER 13 THE FIGHT

Gladis, Fajar and Randi were sitting on the opposite seat of Anggita's bed asleep. The wound is treated. A plaster of Doraemon motif bandaged a wound on his cheek. A white bandage had already covered the wound on his elbow.

"He hit hard earlier! There won't be any injuries, will there, Ran? You doctor's son would know! It was kayaking in a Korean drama. Moreover, the head of the Gita also hit the field wall. I wouldn't think of amnesia, would I?" cerocos Gladis at length.

Randi let out a long sigh, "will not. Cool out! Let's just say shock."

"Are we letting him be alone? Fear of sleeping so it's not good if we talk gini!" sahut Fajar while looking towards Gladis and Randi who sat on both sides of his body.

Gladis.

"Yes too!" exclamation Gladis justifies.

Gladis followed Fajar and Randi who had risen from his seat. However, his steps suddenly came to a halt as the two men stopped stepping.

"You keep him alone. Fearing to wake up, Gita needs something," said Randi while pointing at Gladis.

The girl pecked. A moment to look towards Anggita who is still closed. Randi stepped back followed by Fajar who did not comment in the slightest. UKS room door thud. Gladis sat back in the chair across from Anggita's bed. Not long after, he saw Anggita open his eyes. Gladis spontaneously inched toward him. He sat on the edge of Anggita's bed. Waiting for the girl who was rising from her sleep sat perfectly.

"You**** or what the hell, Ta? I knew they were fighting again. Even the pretentious to break up! You're a girl, Gita! Your energy is not as strong as theirs!"

Anggita is only confused to get a strong reprimand from his best friend. He let the girl throw out sentence after sentence which all contained worries.

"Take care of Gilar! How dare you push a girl! I'll give you her calculations!" Gladis wrathful.

I thought I rubbed the girl's shoulder. His anger momentarily softened.

"Wrong is me, Dis. I knew they were fighting again, I was a bit of a bully! Don't mistake Gilar. He's also again an emotion maybe," Anggita said.

"Just keep your hands on him, Ta! Is that what you like about the head of the motorcycle gang? You are not the same thing as yesterday!"

Inflamed gladis. He was actually reluctant to discuss the events of yesterday that almost made him lose Anggita. However, seeing that his friend was still defending Gilar, Gladis was of course inflamed. There is no way he let his best friend be fooled by his liking to announce all the events that are very dangerous for him. He was sure that Gilar was the one who got Anggita trapped in danger.

"Sorry, Dis. Not to want to save him. But...."

The sound of knocking on the door stopped Anggita's words. Gladis climbed up from the edge of the bed, peering slightly towards the slowly opening door. His face is getting louder. He turned towards Anggita for a moment.

Angita. A gill appeared from behind the curtain with a face full of wounds. The two look at each other. However, Gilar turned and turned to watch Gladis who was standing not far from him was staring at him in a wind.

"Can I stay with Gita, right?" ask Gilar to wash.

He knew Anggita's friend was angry with him. It's been twice that he put Anggita in danger. Two days in a row.

"If not, what do you want? Huh!" reply Gladis ketus.

"Just be quiet, Dis. Please."

Gladis turned towards Anggita who was just speechless, glaring at the two without reacting. He snorted sebal. His move was not moved intentionally before closing the door of the UKS, leaving Gilar and Anggita alone.

***

Gilar's eyes were reluctant to turn away the slightest item from Anggita who was sitting next to him. Treating scratches on his fingers as a result of his act of hitting Erik haphazardly. His face that had been tangled was slowly fading as the wound that was successfully cleaned Anggita in part. Although the bruises on his face even more.

"I'm on the scores from school, Ta."

Every time Gilar opens his mouth, Anggita is reluctant to react to anything. This has been the number of times he has invited Anggita to speak. However, the girl did not even budge from her new activities to clean up Gilar's wounds.

"By the way, Ta. Girls are scarier than chatty girls!"

Closing the P3K box. Put it back in the closet in the corner of the room.

"Why did you hit Erik?" ask Anggita while sitting in the chair opposite Gilar.

"He's the mastermind, Ta! Yesterday's incident was her!"

The sudden wind. His eyes full of anger.

"You sure? Know where?"

I try to be calm. Although in fact his heart rumbled in fear knowing the reason for Gilar fighting in the school environment. Something he never did during his tenure as the head of the Motorcycle gang.

"They've found out from the most trustworthy source, Ta! That Erik turned out to be the head of the YYY Motor gang! I've dealt with them and won. He said it was revenge!"

Never Anggita saw Gilar so excited in talking. The tone that the man used was usually low and relaxed. Occasionally accompanied by a joking sentence that can make Anggita reluctant to stop smiling. Even last night when the two met, Gilar never let out his anger in the least. Is this the original behavior of the Chairman of the Motor Gang? Has Gilar been acting like a good person in front of him?

"No Erik yesterday, Gil ...," Anggita tried to suppress his voice to remain stable, "not necessarily Erik, right? This part is at school. You've never believed this before, Gilar."

"Ulah temen he is outrageous, Ta! He almost did you yesterday!"

"Gill ...."

"They're cowards, Ta! Sissy! Dare to fight a Gilar when he's alone!"

"Gill ...."

"I wouldn't dare hit him earlier if he didn't dare to show himself yesterday when we eat again! We're eating, Ta! Just eating! They are not polite!"

"Gill ...."

"They'll know the consequences later, Ta! How dare you disturb innocent people! School business and Motor gang business are different, Ta! They must learn how to make personal affairs equally common! Let's not be stupid!"

Plaque!

A slap got on Gilar's cheek which was still bruised. The man was silent. Noblest. Stop adding more sentences that have been arranged randomly in his mind. His gaze was fixed on Anggita who was now standing in front of him. There was a cry coming out from the two eyes of the girl who was able to make Gilar die of lice.

"I told you! Get out of the Motorcycle Gang, Gilar! You are not only a danger to yourself, but also to those around you! You know what, anyway?" Angita.

Gilar refused to respond. He turned his face in any direction as long as he did not look at Anggita.

Gilar got up from his seat. Anggita. The two stood facing each other. Both of their eyes stared at each other sharply. No one is giving up on one.

"Don't ever tell me to get out of the biker gang again, Gita."

Gilar's tone of voice was low, as if he had been forced to press. Anggita. His tears are flowing.

"Because a perfect person like you will never know the meaning of life for a Gilar!"

Anggita's steps are slowly edging back.

"People whose lives are as good as yours, will never understand!"

Angita.

"Sorry, Gita. Maybe I was wrong because I love you. Envy your life. But one thing is certain. I'm not going to quit the Motorcycle Gang for anyone, including you! Thisismylife. My choice. So you don't have to interfere! Wanna?"

Gilar spread his feet as fast as lightning. Open the UKS door and close it half on the slam. The sound of the impact made Anggita sit limp. Many times he squeezed the collar of his own clothes. Crying terggugu.

***

Let's go back to her class. His arrival in the middle of the lesson, with only a greeting and then directly sitting beside Gladis, made Master who was able to also friends in his class just speechless. I don't think it's budding. His eyes looked empty. He only smiled as Gladis greeted him.

Gilar, who was sitting not far behind him, turned. Choose to look out the window. Meanwhile, Rangga, busy playing his fingers on the phone screen, hid both hands that were holding the phone under the bench. He repeatedly bounces.

When the break arrives, Anggita chooses to sit alone in the classroom. While beside him was Rangga who had not known since when he had been there.

"Who did you go home with, Ta?"

I don't think it's budding. Rangga put his left elbow on the table, supporting his head until he turned towards Anggita.

"Never come near Gilar again, Ta. What did I say too? He's dangerous! Not good for you, Gita!"

Anggita still reluctant to flinch.

"I still like you, Ta. I'm not letting us get to him because I don't want you in danger like yesterday! Uh, it was an incident, right? Try if I don't go there! Don't know what your fate is!"

The mood is still quiet. Rangga spoke alone but did not seem disturbed. Slowly his hands began to touch Anggita's back, stroking her slowly.

"I won't put you in danger, Ta. I promise! I will protect you not like Gilar. You don't have to worry! I'll take care of him to get the punishment he deserves!"

Anggita. He shook Rangga's hand. Look at it as sharp as possible.

"It's you, isn't it, Rang?" ask Anggita in a depressed voice.

"What do you mean, Ta? I don't understand." Rangga.

Suppose you grin, "you think I'm***, Rang? Is this what you said would change? Huh! Turned into a bad luck hero? Sorry are! Your acting is tacky!, Rang! I'm not that big of a bitch!"

Anggita got up from his seat. Rangga's hand managed to hold him. Grasping it tightly until the efforts of Anggita to release themselves only ended in failure. Anggita swerved. The pain in his elbow he had to endure

"You're accusing me?" Rangga.

"I'm not accusing you! You're the only time you're aware of yourself!" Angita chuckles.

"What do you mean, Ta? What a clear dong!"

Rangga is getting upset. His grip is getting tighter. However, Anggita seems not afraid of his actions. The girl only chuckled despite the pain in her still freshly spread wound.

The sound of the door breaking made the two look. Randi walked quickly to the two and helped Anggita break away. He pulled Anggita's wrist until the girl stood behind him. Anggita releases her hand slowly. For a moment, he looked at the little back of Randi who was now in front of him.

"So guys don't have to be rough with girls! Not ashamed of your gender? Huh! Hand hurt!" yells Randi beaver.

"Do not interfere with the new child! Don't be a hero!" Rangga. His eyes bulged with both hands glazed at his waist.

Randi chuckles. "So the rumor about the son of the headmaster who is a pretentious ruler is really well. Belly me!"

Rangga walked over to Randi. However, Anggita hurriedly blocked the two. Only the gazes of the two men who refused to budge each other. Anggita pushes Randi out of the classroom, leaving Rangga in an angry mood. In his kick any chair to make a loud bang. Anggita increasingly pushed Randi's body away until the voice of Rangga's annoyance was not heard anymore.

His second step came to a halt as Gladis and Dawn half ran up to him from the opposite direction.

"Says he's taking a break in class, Ta," Gladis grabbed the girl's arm, "cock out?"

"Si Rangga interrupted him earlier!" randi said inflamed, "it's a child's belittle! Same girl dare to play rough! A coward!"

"Really, Ta?" Gladis demanded an answer, "what are your injuries?"

Aggita just nodded languidly. He stepped up while pulling Gladis. Every question that came from his friend only he responded with a nod. Upon arrival in class, some chairs and benches have shifted irregularly. Some were somersaults and there were some whose legs were almost broken. Angita for a moment.

The rush of Dawn cleared up all the mess he already knew who was the mastermind through Randi's explanation. We choose indifferently. Sit back in his chair. He slid his head over his arms. He wants to be alone.

These two days the problems he faced were too sudden. Though yesterday he had just felt happy to be able to shake hands with Gilar. Back to him. Eating meatballs on the side of the road feels like eating at a five-star restaurant.

Gilar's statement was so sweet for him to remember. However, the quarrel even made them again have to be separated. Circumstances seemed to make their hopes of being together more complicated. The problems that come even further block the two.

Aggita tries hard to turn his attention to the lesson. Although his eyes were only on the blackboard, his mind was so difficult to compromise. Anggita repeatedly rubbed his eyes, afraid there was something that made his vision sometimes blurred.

His phone shook a few times. At first Angita was indifferent. He doesn't normally open his cell phone in class. But the vibe made him even more curious. He rogoh mobile phone from his skirt pocket. Looking at the message he received several times, but the content is the same. For a moment he turned towards Dawn. The man smiled as he blinked one eye. Jemari Anggita started replying to the message.

Assume: Okay, Faj. But just the two of you?

The phone is still in his hands. Gladis turned his head but was unable to catch what Anggita was doing. Soon his phone was back.

Dawn: Sip! I picked you up at home.

Assume: Okay, Faj.