GRAF'S THEOREM

CHAPTER 16 I LOVE YOU

"Thank you, Faj!" said Anggita shortly after getting off the Dawn motorcycle. "Get in first, yuk!" pinta the girl momentarily turned her head towards her house.

The dawn shook slowly.

"I'll just go home, Ta."

Anggita nodded without hesitation. His gaze circled around the desolate complex.

"You're not going to stay away from me because of the talk, are you, Ta?"

The girl just smiled. Reluctant to overreact due to the awkward feeling that is engulfing both. However, the smile slowly disappeared as his eyes caught a familiar figure sitting on a motorcycle, under a banyan tree by the road not far from Anggita's house. His eyes squinted trying to observe more clearly, timidly it was only a shadow that emerged from his mind alone.

Seeing Anggita's behavior, Dawn turned her head in the same direction. However, he found nothing but emptiness. He looked back at Anggita who was now mouthing his lips.

"I'm home, Ta. Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikum hail!"

The dawn went away. Reluctantly, Anggita opened the gate of his house despite occasionally turning towards the banyan tree and the highway, hoping that the figure was not his imagination. However, his existence disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"That's Gilar's motor, right?"

His memory kept him forced to gather as detailed information as possible. There is no way he forgot Gilar's red duck bike which is more suitable for exemplary students, not the head of a motorcycle gang. The motor who had been a witness of him once sat behind Gilar, looking at the back of the man he was missing. Sneaking in the night with happiness is also a worry.

He believes his vision is not wrong. He sat on the porch of his house after saying his greetings in a shouting manner. He rogoh mobile phone from his front bag pocket. Pressing the screen several times, then bringing it closer to the ear.

However, only the voice of the female operator was heard later. Repeatedly he tried to call the same number, the result was still no answer.

"Where are you, Gilar?" lirihnya.

***

A duck motor speeding through the densely creeping streets. As if fearless of death, he managed to overtake the queue at the red light. Some of the screams that were shown to him were simply ignored. The speed of the motor is getting faster when it turns towards a quiet residential complex. Along the side of the road is overgrown with shady trees, the lush cover the streets from the scorching sunlight.

The motor stopped at a two-story house, where the courtyard was filled with wooden chairs that stood irregularly. Right beside the house, there was a complete motor workshop equipment arranged there. There was a man in a plain white shirt with middle knee-length pants fiddling with a motor who had no idea who.

"Sampurasun (excuse me)!" exclaiming Gilar who just came down from the top of his motorbike.

The man looked. There was a cigarette tucked in the edge of his lips. He smiled and waved at Gilar for a moment, before turning his attention back to the motorcycle who lived only in his skeleton.

He walked towards his colleagues who simultaneously waved and replied 'rampes (please)'. Gilar sat in a long chair next to the man with the hair of a kribo who was playing chess. The chessboard separating him and his opponent was on a wooden round table. Similar to a tire frame but larger in size. There were already a few pieces lying outside the arena.

"Yes! God (losing you)!" the kribo-haired man was excited. "Where is Anggita? Aman?" tanyanya turned for a moment towards Gilar.

"He's a lot of people, Gus!" sahut Gilar.

The man with grey hair was named Agus, as well as the owner of a two-story house inhabited by him and his father. A place that is commonly used for gatherings and gain knowledge per-motor to the expert, Mang Parto, who was already greeted Gilar first.

"Erik's colleagues are sorry. How so? If you reply directly to Rangga, you are ready in DO? He's not an ordinary person, Dango. His father would not remain silent!" cerocos opposite Agus who is from busy patting the eel because it is always defeated, Dika.

"Si Rangga is my business! You don't need to get involved any further. I don't want my personal business to drag you down!"

Gilar reached into his cell phone from his pants pocket. Pressing the phone screen with a serious face. Agus and Dika watched him carefully. Occasionally look at each other with only a half whispering lip signal.

The phone is placed close to the ear. His two fingertips pressed against the table as he waited for his call to be answered.

"Where is lo? I want to talk!" gilar said half angrily. His one hand was now tightly clenched.

Agus and Dika glanced at each other.

"okay! I'm going there!"

Gilar got up from his seat, still by sticking a cell phone in his ear.

"Gue alone, ****!" yells beaver Gilar.

He put the phone back in his pocket. Agus hurriedly got up against his steps, as well as Dika who was now standing beside him.

"Lo want to see him alone?" ask Agus worried.

"Yes. I know he wants me! You don't have to interfere!" Gilar.

"We won't interfere. But, you have to endure emotions do not like that time. Violence will not work for bossy people like Rangga! He can reply in another way, Dang!" timpal Dika patted Gilar's shoulder slowly.

Gilar. His face was still full of anger.

"Quiet down. I know how to make people like him!"

"Not violence!" Agus reminded.

"Gue knows!" Gilar.

"Don't ruin your life because of ngadepin a claimant kayak him. He was mentally weak, but seemed strong because of his parents' power. That kid is called a spoiled kid!" timpal Agus returned wise, "said Mang Parto."

Giggled, making Agus who had been serious to join in laughing. Gilar turned towards the two with a small smile.

"Thank you. Who knows who the kids are!"

Gilar got on his bike again. He took a few deep breaths and took them out slowly. Muffle his emotions that had originally piled up to make him willing to break through the traffic jam without fear of his own safety.

***

"Gue just wants to tell! That's aja. Not much!"

Both of Gilar's hands were tightly clenched. His face was clearly furious since meeting Rangga in a classic cafe. The two sat face to face near the entrance, facing a window that featured a large road and passing vehicles.

The waiter who came paused the chatter of the two. Put each glass of cold drink in black for Rangga and white for Gilar. Rangga smirked for a moment before sipping his drink. He succeeded in making the feared lion now subdued before him.

"It should be done in a more gentle way!" timpal Gilar's.

It should have been since the first moment they met, Gilar had already raised his fist to the man's face. But, he knew that it would never solve his problems with Rangga. This man will never be aware if reminded of violence. Nah! Rangga can only be subdued in a more subtle and ingenious way.

"Lo way yesterday, even make Anggita prefer not to lo. He must have realized that you're the mastermind, right?" terka Gilar though not sure.

Rangga moping durja. His face hardened making his emotions clearly visible. Several times clucked violently while looking there and here is not clear. Little smiley gilar. His bluff made the man fall into the fog.

"Erik told you to!" terka Gilar is back.

Rangga grunting.

"Whatever you want! I'm sure anything won't make you believe it's not me!"

"Awas aja if you ngadu with Bokap lo! You spoiled child!"

Rangga was silent. Gilar grinned triumphantly. Against Rangga is not by violence, but by dropping his mentality which is only a grain of corn. His bossy attitude at school was just a fragile mask he created himself by priding himself on being the son of a Headmaster.

No more and no less, Rangga is just an ordinary teenager like himself who also has his own ego. But, Rangga's attitude like that made him as the most powerful teenager that no one could beat. Make his figure very reluctant and even make him the bossy with paper mentality.

Rangga kicked his desk hard. His thump made all eyes now point at him.

"Gue isn't a spoiled child!" roaring windy.

Gilar's smile grew wider.

"If you're not a spoiled child, stop being proud of yourself for the Principal's bokap!"

Rangga looked at him sharply.

"If you want to know, such actions are called spoiled. A coward! If you want my opponent, use the same brain power lo own. Not to go to bokap! Spoiled lo! Not a man, lo?"

Gilar pressed his drink. Take it in full. Then get up from his seat and walk away. However, his steps came to a halt after three steps. He turned to look at Rangga who was hitting the table because of anger.

"Never dare put Anggita in danger again. Because only today can you escape my fist! In the future, if you dare to like this again, I guarantee you will make you disappear forever from the face of the earth. Suck it!"

Gilar walked away from the cafe. Without looking again at Rangga who was looking at his departure furiously. Without a second thought, he threw the still filled glass on his desk in any direction. The servant who saw it could only be glued. Gilar's glass was also the next victim, thrown towards the glass to create a large crack.

"Damn! Watch out, Gilar!" yelled Rangga beaver.

***

Half-run Anggita down the stairs of his house. Making Bu Lala cry out to call her name even if only on the wall with a smile from Anggita. The girl continued walking at full speed towards the outside of the house.

"Gillars!" he cried when he arrived in front of the gate of his house.

The man sitting on the bike turned to him with a smile. As much as possible Anggita refrains from being indifferent. The second dispute the other day still imprints in his memory, making him so embarrassed and upset at the same time to deal with Gilar like this.

"Hi, Ta! Your dad exists?" ask Gilar later.

Anggita's forehead shrivels.

"There ...," he replied reluctantly.

"At least busy?"

Angita chuckles.

"Again help Mother milah-please order made in send this afternoon. Why emang?"

"Oh. Is it okay to take you on foot?"

"Street?"

"Yes! Around your home complex. Healthy walking, Ta."

Anggita's eyes are glaring. He did not know what to react to Gilar's unexpected invitation. Reluctantly he nodded slowly. He turned to the house for a moment to say goodbye. It then reappears to the face of Gilar with an additional pink jacket attached to his body.

"Come on!" invite Anggita.

Gilar probed, "jacket the Randi in the same direction as you, Ta?"

"Pawned to Daddy, Gil. Why emang?"

Gilar laughed out loud.

"I was gonna ask for it."

Angita laughs. The two go hand in hand along the street of the Complex where Anggita lives. Stepping is not necessarily the direction and purpose, but not ceaselessly chatting and laughing together. It was as if the last fight between the two had never happened before.

"What's the injury, Ta? Still sore?"

Angita.

"It's just a little scuffed up. Heals are also spit!"

Seeing the attitude of Gilar who has returned to soften, Anggita relieved not to play. He had wanted to throw so many questions into his mind these few days. However, he did not want to ruin the happy atmosphere that was enveloping the two. Let it all pass, Anggita thought. After all Gilar is fine despite getting a suspension from the school. Being visited by him is a rare event that he cannot be damaged just like that. He must enjoy every sweet moment that always comes suddenly. Because it could be a bitter moment will come suddenly.

"You don't wonder who the mastermind is, Ta?" ask Gilar while turning his body to Anggita. Walk backwards while looking at the girl.

"No puny! If you know, he's afraid of revenge."

I suppose we would like to know. Wasn't it! He wanted to ascertain his assumption. It's all Rangga, right? But, no! He doesn't want to talk about it here. Enjoy this sweet moment and talk about something beautiful. Can, right?

"What do you plan to do during suspension?" ask Anggita to shift the topic of conversation.

Gilar nodded slowly.

"Learn motor modifications with Mang Parto!"

"Who is Parto?"

Gilar tells a long story about his activities as the leader of a motorcycle gang. He this time sure had to tell Anggita, especially the girl had looked at his activities badly. In fact, not all bad. Yeah! Not everyone! He had to tell her all the good things he used to do and finally got it. At least, Anggita's bad thoughts about his activities in the motorcycle gang slowly eroded. Hopefully.

Seeing the laughter of Anggita was enough to treat his anger at Rangga. Hopefully, every day he can enjoy the laughter of the girl. All the time, all day, he wanted to be with Anggita.

"Gita!" exclaimed Gilar as Anggita was about to enter the gate of his house.

"Why, Gil?"

"I love you."