GRAF'S THEOREM

CHAPTER 21 CONFESSION

After waving to Gladis who just got off his car, Bu Risma immediately laughed when he started driving away from Gladis' house. Randi chose to lean his head against the chair, squeezing his forehead tightly which was suddenly painful due to the unexpected actions of Gladis.

"Do you have any tea like that in class?" mama Risma asked still laughing.

"Fuckin' luck, Mah. Usually he is just a good teacher in class. Didn't know he had frontal talent! A pedekate? Hmh! Not thinking!"

"Hush!" timpal Bu Risma patted his son's shoulder slowly, "don't like that! You really like him!"

Randi grunted in annoyance.

"No way, Mah! No way!"

"It could be, you know!"

"Asal Mama didn't help him!"

"But Mom likes the way she talks honest. It is also plain!"

"Too plain! His mouth is hard on the lock! Denger gossip dikit aja directly rame him mah! Nope! Randi doesn't want to like a girl like her! Reverse ah!"

Miss Risma this time chose to smile. His heart was really relieved to see Randi who was in a fog because suddenly approached a girl who blatantly said she was approaching him. Never had he seen his son this angry just because of a girl. Usually Randi will be angry if concerned with his suddenly declining health, forcing him to spend time at home and absent from School.

Randi has often complained because his friends are too pampering him. Act as if he is an antique that must be taken care of after knowing his actual physical condition. Therefore, Bu Risma understood when Randi was reluctant to tell his condition to new friends at Marga school. Maybe he is not ready to be treated like someone who can't do anything.

The appearance of Gladis was never expected. The innocent girl was really brave not only in her speech, but her actions were impolite. But, Bu Risma was happy not to play to see the reaction of Randi who was so upset because of the behavior of his friend. Maybe this is what Randi wanted all along. Treating normal like everyone else. Approaching a girl is not for reasons of pity, said Bu Risma.

"Gladis yeah, his name? Mama likes him, Ran." Miss Risma suddenly.

Randi looked at him confused.

"What the hell, Mah? Don't follow him like he is!" randi protest did not accept.

"I mean, Mama likes her to be your friend. Just like Anggita and Dawn that you often tell that. Which is the first child!"

"Ih, amit-amit! He's the exception, Mah!"

Miss Risma could only chuckle. He knew his son wasn't really serious about saying that. Given how fierce the debate he and Gladis had been, Ms. Risma was able to capture clearly that the two were good friends. Although Gladis turned out to have a veiled intent that immediately unmasked itself.

Remembering that, Miss Risma couldn't help but laugh. He let Randi look at her confused. He knew Randi was just as happy as he was.

"Father has received information from the Hospital in Singapore. Good news, Ran!" said Bu Risma enthusiastically.

However, Randi's response was just an unconcerned mangut-mangut. His grim countenance turned moody for a moment.

***

"You don't want to tell me anything, Ta? About that little sister class in the cafeteria."

Anggita still sipped the white drink in the cup calmly. Although Dawn looked at him fixedly impatiently waiting for the girl's answer.

Anggita raised both his eyebrows high. Taking a deep breath while putting his drink on the table, the barrier between him and Dawn sat facing each other.

The girl did not open her voice. His eyes rolled toward the street right next to where they were sitting together.

"She asked for Gilar's number, Faj."

Dawn mangut-mangut.

"Don't you give me?"

Angita.

"Why?" ask Dawn again.

"No, not."

The dawn smiled small.

"He said he liked Gilar." Anggita was reluctant.

He had wanted to close his feelings that were suddenly confused. It's just that somehow all of that was thrown in front of Dawn. Although he knew that he should be able to reduce his openness to this man since he offered to accompany Anggita. The statement captured by Anggita contains another meaning of a concern for fellow friends.

For him Dawn is the most comfortable place to share everything. Best friends who should not be released just because a sudden feeling of liking undermines one of them. Anggita wants to maintain the integrity of his friendship with Dawn. As best as possible. Therefore, he chose to pretend to forget and pretend to be stupid about the man's statement. In order to keep his relationship with Dawn in a comfortable zone. Buddies. That's more than enough.

He was sure that Dawn did not know how she felt about Gilar. Nor does he know what the words of Dawn are for. Is it to change the direction of his heart? Then turn towards him? Make it an outlet? Nah! We will never use this Dawn.

The man was too valuable just to be made a place of impingement. For him by maintaining the integrity of his friendship was more than enough.

"Keep, what do you want now?" ask Fajar then.

A little smile.

"Don't know, Faj. He's my first rival, you know!"

Suppose giggling. Dawn just watched him carefully. He realized, making Anggita turn away from Gilar is not easy.

Although he was relieved, after his veiled statement the other day, Anggita still behaved as usual. Share anything without hesitation. This is more than enough for him now. Making Anggita still comfortable to be beside him is a great achievement. Maybe he just needs to be patient a little more, let Anggita enjoy his feelings for Gilar to get bored. Maybe he only needs to survive a little more, until Anggita wants to turn his heart towards Dawn. Maybe a little more, thought Fajr.

Suddenly Anggita got up from his chair. Put the bag in the back.

"You're coming home now, Ta?"

"I got back on the bus, Dad. Thanks, Faj. Assalamu'alaikum!"

Without hearing his approval, Anggita chose to leave.

"Wa'alaikum hail!" reply to Dawn while continuing to look at the increasingly distant steps of Anggita.

After Anggita disappeared from his sight, Dawn reached into his cell phone from his pants pocket. Calling someone who knows who. Shortly after the phone disconnected, he hurriedly ran towards the parking lot. Drive the motor as fast as possible.

Before long, his motorbike entered the school area that had begun to desolate. Half-running Fajar set his foot toward the canteen. His eyes rolled out to all corners of the room that was already deserted. Someone at the end of the canteen waved his hand. Dawn hurriedly approached.

"For so long, sister is dating! Bete knows!" the grunt of a girl who had just waved at him; desi.

The girl smiled broadly as Fajar sat facing her while putting on a serious face.

"Where? Gita sister still hasn't turned over too?" ask Desi later.

Dawn shakes steadily.

"What did you say was he the same?" ask seriously.

"Say that I like Brother Gilar."

The dawn was silent for a moment.

"He thinks you're his rival." The Dawn is helpless.

Desi laughed out loud.

"Oh, yeah? Oh, my goodness, brother! How's dong? How do I even want to dapetin Kak Gilar, yeah?"

"Don't joke! He's the head of the Motorcycle Gang, you know! Already! Enough's enough! I appreciate Anggita's feelings. He really likes Gilar. There's no place for me other than being his friend. That's enough!"

"New game's starting, brother? Don't be that cowardly guy dong! Sitting sweet sister. Okay well? Know-know Anggita stuck with Big Brother!"

Dawn is silent.

"here! Ask for Brother Gilar's number!"

Without further ado, the girl immediately snatched away her phone which she had placed in her pants pocket. Of course Dawn was surprised not to play.

"Non-polite!" shouts Dawn growled.

"Huh! So holy, Ka! I slept with this one too!"

"God! Keep that mouth! What if someone is horrified? Huh!"

Desi returned the phone by putting it on the table. Staring at Dawn with a soft look.

"Leave honest what our relationship is, Brother Faj! Don't be complicated!"

Dawn throbbing.

"Nyesel I'm asking for your help, Des! You crazy chick!"

Desi is indifferent. He even whistled happily while pressing the screen of his phone with a sigh. The dawn that witnessed could only shudder in horror.

***

Gilar was looking at the house of Anggita. Several times his eyes shifted towards the house and the road. It's been hours since he came home from school waiting for Anggita's arrival.

The sound of the vibration of his phone made his attention distracted. A new number appeared on his phone screen. Gilar casually pressed the screen and brought the phone to his ear.

"With Mang Parto, the leading motorcycle expert in the entire archipelago. Whatever the problem is with your bike, I can solve it with just a blink of an eye. Can I help you?" cerocos Gilar without pause as if he did not care who would call him.

"Hi, Brother Gilar! I'm Desi. Remember that? Who asked for Brother's number this morning before the ceremony!" reply voice across there is no less spirit.

Gilar's face was gloomy.

"You're on the wrong side!" his ideal then before hanging up his phone line was indifferent.

Soon his phone returned. It's from the same number. Gilar reluctantly responded.

"What's wrong?" ketus tanyanya.

"I like Brother Gilar. You wanna be my girlfriend, don't you?"

"Sorry! No interest!"

"Rather than PHP continuing to Kak Gita, mending biarin him free life, brother. Poor loh! She chick! I'm ready to be the collision so that Kak Gita lupain Kak Gilar too!"

"Crazy girl!"

"Sir Gilar is crazier! Play the hearts of good people like Kak Gita. What pity?"

At the same time, Gilar's gaze was fixed on Anggita who was half running towards him. The girl's hand he responded enthusiastically.

"It's none of your business!" gilar said indifferently.

"Think about my offer first. I really like Brother Gilar. It's okay if I'm just getting into an impingement, too. What matters is Brother Gilar being my girlfriend. That's it! I didn't ask for anything!"

Click!

The connection was cut off along with Anggita's arrival before him. Gilar inched down from the bike in an awkward manner. Although he tried hard to show a smile as wide as possible, he could not deny the conversation just made his head full of new ideas will continue his relationship with Anggita.

He also did not want to linger to play with the girl's feelings. He knew very well what he was doing all this time even more to make his feelings of joy grow bigger, making his desire to have an Angita completely stronger. Until he forgets who he really is. How asshole he is behind Anggita.

"What are you doing here, Gil?" tanya Anggita disperse her daydream.

"You're gonna make sure you walk again, Ta."

"Whether you've cleared the suspension, stop coming here!"

Angita blushed in shame. As much as Gilar's energy to keep his awkward attitude to stay relaxed.

"If you use a motorbike, how? I want to buy a telor martabak that is on the square decket."

"By, Ta. Can do!"

Gilar refuses to interrupt anything. His premonition said that he should do what Anggita wanted at this time. His mind is fucked. In the contents of various good and bad plans that come at the same time for the continuation of his relationship with Anggita. He is not sure what he will feel like tomorrow. He was not sure what his belief would be like tomorrow. Nor is he sure what decision he should take now. However, one thing was certain, he could not play this girl for long.

As usual Anggita always menjwil two ends of his clothes during berbonggan in the motor. While he will steal the opportunity to be able to enjoy the face of Anggita from behind the rearview mirror. However, for some reason there was a sudden pain feeling haunting him. He really is in the fog. Can he run and take Anggita away?

Towards magrib both just returned to the Anggita house. Gilar balked at the girl's request to offer her entry into the house.

"Gita!"

"What?"

"I love you, but I'm sorry we can't date."

"That's it again! Bosen knows!"

Anggita turned her back on Gilar. Opened the gate slowly with an annoyed look.

"I'm serious, Ta!"

Aggita turned her body back.

"Keep what you want?" ask Anggita ketus.

Gilar.

"Come, Ta. I'm afraid you love me too."

Anggita's forehead shrivels.

"May I be the only one who loves you. You can't go back, baby to me!" keep Gilar back.

"Why can't you? I love you too!"

Anggita squeezes the handle of the gate tightly. The words that he had been enduring desperately finally came out as well. Gilar suddenly stared at him.

"Not even dumb? Why can't I love someone who loves me?"

Anggita's feelings suddenly raged in annoyance. Not a good response he got by expressing his feelings, but instead the silence of Gilar who seemed unhappy with his confession.

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

Anggita hurriedly came out from behind the gate of his house to stop Gilar. But the man immediately drove fast on his motorbike without having time to say anything.

"Wa'alaikum salam." she replied softly.

This is not what I want. Shouldn't Gilar be happy that the feelings of the two are the same? Why did he run away without saying anything after Anggita's confession? Are they really not able to date? But, why? What reason?