GRAF'S THEOREM

CHAPTER 18 GALAU

"Wooy!" exclaimed Agus while patting Gilar's arm hard. Gilar gasped from his daydream as fast as lightning. "Lah's dumb! Wh why? Are you sure she's dating or not?"

Gilar clucked. The sweet moment he will remember was forced to be disturbed by the cry of his best friend. He threw a pillow near him towards Agus until the man burst into laughter. Gilar got up from his seat and stepped out of the room. Still accompanied by laughter Agus who seemed to be mocking him.

Nor does he not want to admit. The jealousy and affection he felt towards Anggita was new to him. During his love affair with various girls, he never seriously shared any feelings. He got many things from his lovers first, but he never gave anything to them including his feelings.

Getting a warm hug from his lover once did not shake his heart to cause a certain lust. However, when he first piggybacked Anggita, both sides of his clothes were reluctantly picked up by the girl. Gilar's heart is twisted, not playing. Just occasionally seeing Anggita's fingers touch her clothes, it felt like there was warmth running all over her body. He's happy not to be a bitch. Along the way smiling happily to not want to miss a second look at the face of Anggita from the rearview mirror.

Kissing is not taboo for him. His prestige as the head of a motorcycle gang certainly makes him able to get everything including enjoying the taste of kissing. However, there was only a feeling of disgust afterwards that he felt. He vomited many times after kissing his girlfriend first or forced kissing by his lover. Friends of his gang often laugh at him. Calling Gilar a weak man who was defeated by a kiss. Really am. Gilar disgusted. The lips of the girls smelled bad for him.

However, when Anggita put his head on Gilar's back that night, he was happy and sad at the same time. His heart was in a rage after beating Erik so he could open his mouth, instantly melt and warm up again. Anggita's hand again made him not stop smiling. Repeatedly tried to pull the hand that had been in his hand, but failed. There is a sense of reluctance that sometimes too much undermines it. Until he was so reluctant to do improper actions on the girl without her permission. He really wanted to honor Anggita as a woman.

A small moment with Anggita became a memory that he did not want to forget. Spending time with the girl is a time that she wants to extend to old age, if possible. Not infrequently he also imagined himself and Anggita laughing together on the porch of a house that does not belong to anyone. Enjoy coffee and toast in the morning. Walking hand in hand on the quiet streets. Ah, he wants his cooperation with Anggita to be longer. He wants his shadow to come true.

However, again and again, the feeling of reluctance that often makes him stop inviting Anggita dating.

"I love you, Gita."

That sentence is the big picture of each dream with Angita who is reluctant to materialize. Too often he reflects and judges how unfair God is to let Angita fall in his arms. He's just a jerk who doesn't know how many times he's hurt a woman's self-esteem. I don't know how many times he almost took the lives of his enemies. What will Anggita accept if it knows all these things?

Yep! Could've said it would. Anggita could understand his error. But, he didn't! Gilar wasn't brave enough to have a good girl like Anggita. He does not want to dirty the life of Anggita. Unfortunately, Angita does not have to be a pair of lovers in courtship status. For Gilar, the affection let it form a sentence that Anggita will always hear. Let the feeling of regret change its form making it a protective figure who will always keep an eye on Anggita every second. For him, the affection for Anggita is to make the girl always in a state of good. No man could dare hurt her by a single hair. Gilar won't let that happen as long as Anggita's in his heart.

Gilar reached into his cell phone from his pants pocket. Pressing the screen a few times. Before long he brought his phone to his ear, waiting for someone on his phone to answer.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Gilar!" voice from across there.

Sounds so heart-shattering. Until he couldn't help his smile to break down.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, Anggita. Not sleeping?"

"Yet. You?"

"not yet. Why haven't you slept? It was midnight on the fly!"

"It's okay. Why the phone yourself? It was midnight on the fly!"

Gilar. So is the voice of Anggita across there who followed chuckling. Either the two of them chatted that night through cell phones. Not to talk about the problem of his feelings that are in the midst of confusion and kasmaran. But, just discussing trivial things about Anggita's activities in school. Also about Gilar's activity plan during his suspension.

Every time you hear the voice of Anggita chattering long, not infrequently Gilar smiled while imagining the girl sitting next to him. Like when they were my friends first. The soft voice of Angita. Anggita's laughter is crisp. Anggita's longer hair makes it more beautiful when braided one. Ah, Gilar remembers every detail of Anggita even though the two togetherness is fairly short.

"I love you, Angita!" sama later.

"That's it again!" change the anggita as if it is accustomed.

"Aren't you mad I said that?"

"Thank you for loving me, Gilar." Answer Anggita firmly.

Gilar.

"You don't love me, Ta?" ask Gilar later.

There's a silent pause from Anggita across there. I don't know what the girl thought of her impudent question. Just dating, he can't. But instead ask what does the girl love him? Gilar patted his head many times for his stupidity.

"Not to answer, Ta. The question is hard!" timpal Gilar in the middle of Anggita's residence who no longer speaks.

"I can answer. Want to hear the answer?"

Nah! If Anggita says no, he will be very relieved. Let this bastard love that girl one-sidedly. In line with what he has done so far. He will consider it a sweet punishment of God.

But, if Anggita answers Yes .... Nah! He should not hear the affectionate statements of the girl he is in his arms all the time. He could have just now hit the gas approaching the girl in his house and hugged her tightly. Shower him with a kiss. Nah! It was the stupidest thing he should not do to a holy girl like Anggita. He must not destroy the girl's self-esteem which is the most precious pearl for both parents. Nah! Gilar must not be the jerk in life Anggita will remember forever. At least that's enough.

"No, Ta. No need! I'm sleeping, dad! Assalamu'alaikum!"

Not yet had time to get an answer from Anggita, hastily Gilar turned off his phone. Rise up from his seat and walk back and forth to and fro unclear. His head was scratching though not itchy.

He was curious half dead. Does the child love him or not? But ... he does not want to turn into a jerk just because he managed to get Angita's heart. Nah! Can't! The girl he loves and loves must be taken care of. Entirely. Perfectly possible.

***

I throw my phone in any direction. He pulled the blanket over his entire body.

"Stupid pillar!" gerrutu annoyed.

His body jumped to and fro along with an indistinct scream. Many times he cursed Gilar in the midst of his cries. Before long, his head poked slowly out from under the covers. His face was red. Many times his eyes were closed deep.

"What the hell does he want? Make a baper! You PHP guy! Saying love continues but can't date? It's strange! Weird dude! Aaaaarrrgggghhh .... Stupid turnar!"

Get up and get out of bed. Walking to and fro is not necessarily a direction. The tip of his finger he bit angrily. Her teeth sounded confused. His face was worried not dumbass.

"Did I love her too?" tanyanya.

"No! I chick! My self-esteem can go down if you follow me she says dear. Not dating either! What's he saying later?" his grunts upset themselves.

Aggita sitting on the edge of the bed. Still with anxious faces also confused.

"Why did he become such a habit to say dear? I'm a girl trying! You stupid cunt!"

Anggita's body slammed back into her bed. One hand he put on his forehead. Trying to close his eyes to forget the ambiguous conversation with Gilar.

Of course Anggita is happy. Happiness increased many times over when the man began to lightly say the words of love. Ambiguous indeed. I don't know what that means. But, Anggita's heart is happy not to play. He often cheered when Gilar had disappeared from his sight.

The sound of dawn makes Anggita gasp. He looked at the wall clock hanging above the door with a gawking face.

"Luckily tomorrow is Sunday." he was relieved.

***

I don't know how long Rangga has been running around a Futsal field near a large building. The sun is already rising in the eastern horizon. Someone from behind tried to align his steps. There was no one there but them.

"Lo met Gilar yesterday?" asked Erik who managed to run along with Rangga.

Sweat has soaked almost every slit of sports clothes that are dominated by gray. While Erik casually continued to accompany the running pace just by wearing black long jeans and blue shirts.

"Yes. I like ladenin' people belagu like him!"

Rangga's face hardened. He stopped running and glazed his waist.

"Is that how he is? Most just strong physical doang! But his brain is empty!" grunter Rangga lightly. "Where are your wounds?"

"Small! It's also healing!" timpal Erik while following Rangga's steps slowly walking towards the edge of the field.

Both of them sat in a long chair made of iron. Directing views to the field that began to be crowded by teenagers who want to play futsal.

"Lo want to chase after Anggita? Fight you gilar, Rang. He is not a simple opponent! Especially lately they've become more and more tenacious."

Rangga looked towards him. Staring at Erik sharply.

"Would never! Assume it's just mine!"

"But Anggita is not kapok as well even though it's almost wretched because of the thug! His scarlet is also made continuously the same deket Gilar."

Rangga grinned.

"If violence can not make Anggita hate from the Gilar. There still has to be a smarter way to keep them separated forever! Make Anggita hate Gilar forever! Many ways! I know that!"

Rangga grabbed the bag not far from his feet. Take out a bottle of drink and gulp it down slowly. Erik just looked at him from the side. He never expected the persistence of Rangga just to get Anggita, even though the girl had obviously rejected him repeatedly.

"Why do you really want the Anggita? There are still many girls who want the same lo, Rang! More beautiful than the Angita."

Rangga said his drink until no rest. He let his hand wipe away the rest of the water that was stuck to the edge of his lips. He chuckles later. Makes Erik look at her in wonder.

"Lo really likes him? Or ... Is there another reason?" asked Erik curiously.

Rangga still refused to answer. He was busy laughing himself making the people around him start to notice.

"Gue likes her." Rangga was half clean. There was a small smile unraveling at the end of his sentence.

Erik's eyes squinted.

"Gue really likes the Anggita, Rik. Do you know why?"

Erik.

"Because I have no reason not to like him."

Erik froze. Just this time he heard a sweet speech coming out of Rangga's mouth.

Because usually the man more often issued a sentence of command that should not be rejected. More often than praise. More frequent spotting. More often yells annoyed. More often slamming things when emotions hit him.

However, he did not think a Rangga has a sweet side that is only intended for one person, Anggita. Unfortunately, he more often shows a bossy and possessive attitude in front of Anggita. In fact behind the girl, this one guy really likes the girl.

"You should have been kinder to him."

Rangga.

"Sorrys. I don't want to pretend well in front of the girl I like. I want to be myself in front of him. Showing my liking in an honest way, not a soft-spoken pretender. Because I want him to accept me for who I am."

Erik. He did not know Rangga had such thoughts through every action so far that even made Anggita reluctant to approach him. If only Anggita knew how sincerely Rangga liked it. If only.

"Gue knew Angita was scared of me. But I don't want to turn into someone else to make her like it. No! I want to be myself. And show my liking to him in my way. I don't want to cheat on him by being a soft-ass guy!"

"When do you want to be like this?" asked Erik who made Rangga smile widely.

"Until I have a reason not to like him. One is enough!"

Erik froze. Rangga got up from his seat while attaching his bag to his shoulder.

"And one more thing, Rik," Rangga momentarily turned to Erik who was still sitting on the bench, "gue did not like the way you fight Gilar using violence let alone make Anggita in danger!"

Erik's face was confused.

"Rang, I ...."

"Reverse gues. Hye!"