GRAF'S THEOREM

CHAPTER 25 FORGET ME

If only Anggita did not have a high sense of prestige, he would run into the classroom and cry roaring. His eyes were so hot that his lips were too faint to smile. It looks trivial indeed. He only accidentally crosses paths with Gilar and Desi before entering the school gate. The two arms of Desi coiled tightly around Gilar's body which did not budge in the least.

Anggita entered her classroom feeling unwary. He found Gilar sitting on his stool, his head on the table as if he were asleep. The class was filled with several people including him and Gilar. Not too rowdy indeed. His heart was suddenly noisy and plagued with pain.

Anggita allows himself to dissolve in feelings of pain and affection that overlap each other. His mind was raging, trying to dominate his heart to think reasonably. His heart is in pain. His heart needs rest. Just moment. If indeed his heart is not easy to forget a Gilar that has been owned by people.

Every second changes minutes, Anggita is still able to breathe well. Changing from minute to hour, the world seems to be circling at one time only. Gilar is no longer his, he lamented. A day passed without any good memories that he could recall later, treating the bitter memories that could have been a nightmare in his sleep tonight. Time is so slow, Anggita thought. He wanted to immediately flee to other parts of the world where he no longer had to meet Gilar.

Anggita refused the invitation of Dawn who wanted to take him home. He also let Gladis go after Randi who suddenly did not refuse in the temple of the girl. Assume you want to be alone. Alone in this world.

The bus stopped many times at several stops. However, Anggita was reluctant to move the slightest item from his chair. Being on a fast-moving bus makes it seem like it has run away from reality. There was a sense of relief as the bus continued to run non-stop. He wants to run as far away from reality as possible which is no longer foreign.

Anggita is self-sighted in the stop chair. The night has passed since. No he mengubris every vibration of his mobile phone that he held tightly. His eyes glanced at the vehicle in front of him. His heart was still reluctant to rest and he still wanted to be alone.

A black car stopped right in front of him. Rangga came out and walked up to him. Suppose only a moment to see it, then choose to turn away. Without much ado, a jacket draped over his body. Anggita is only confused.

Rangga slowly pulled Anggita's hand which was even patted violently by the girl. The man was not desperate. He pulls Anggita's hand again, pulls her body and takes her into the car. This time the Angita did not rebel again.

The car drove through the night. Assume you are confused with a blank look. Rangga who sat beside him chose silence, driving the car still drove through the darkness.

The car entered the toll road. Darting at full speed uncontrollably. Anggita still reluctant to flinch. As if it would be taken where it was by the man. Because he was sure, the man would never hurt him who had been hurt.

The car stops at a rest area right in front of the CFC shop. There were only a few cars parked not far from the car.

"If you want to cry, just here. I'm going to the CFC. Laper!" tukas Rangga is indifferent.

The man got out of the car leaving Anggita alone. Entering the CFC store and busy to and fro ordering and taking orders. Anggita still does not flinch.

His eyes circled around. Slender. There is only light from the shops that fill this area that looks crowded, even if only in the form of light. I thought he closed his eyes tightly. Getting tighter. The tears finally began to fall.

At first it was just sobbing. Waking up from his nightmares today. He became increasingly aware that this reality was worse than a dream. Her crying roared loudly. Shouting all his might without caring about the prestige he had taken care of all this time.

Both of his hands held his tight chest tightly. There was something stabbing in there but he couldn't get it out. The crying gets louder. His face was soaked with tears. Angita disappointed. He's heartbroken. So hurt.

***

"Thank you."

He looked towards the source of the voice. The girl's eyes were puffy and her face wet. For a moment Rangga looked up to the outside of the car glass, there was no one in front of Anggita's house.

"Mother and Dad you must be worried. Tell me if you're invited to go with me!" timpal Rangga.

There was a silence afterwards. Anggita still reluctant to move from inside his car. The girl's gaze was still empty.

"Don't be weak like this in front of anyone, Gita! Especially Dawn, Gladis, or Randi even once. Pretend to be strong!" Rangga turned towards him with a sharp look.

I just think we are confused.

"They're my friends." Tukas Anggita. "I don't have to pretend in front of them."

Rangga. His mouth has trouble revealing the truth because it has no evidence. After all, the girl would never take all her words seriously. He knew how much the girl hated him.

"As far as you are! If Gladis could. If guys, mending don't have to. Later they could conclude something else!"

Anggita's forehead shrivels. The man never changed his attitude towards her. Although not as positive as before.

"You're banning me from picking up the same guy? Even if it's just for cement?" timpal Anggita.

Rangga scratched his non-itchy head. His hands moved furiously to his face. He knew his actions were outrageous, but he also could not let Anggita become a foolish girl in front of other men.

It's enough he's seen Anggita all day like an undead. Empty look. More silence. Rarely smile. Even in class he was just like an automatic-engine robot that always did every command of his master without protest.

He deliberately followed Anggita after school. He had a car that he had borrowed from his father. He never thought the girl would even get off the bus. Were it not for the bus having reached its final destination, perhaps the girl could have been the passenger of the big car forever.

There was a sense of annoyance when Anggita chose to stay alone at the stop. His gaze was blank as if he had lost his own life. He does not blame the attitude of the Angita. Reasonable. The pain of heartache when a loved one prefers to love others he has ever felt. Although not as bad as the girl was. I don't know why Gilar suddenly changed direction by courting other girls, especially it is their younger brother who has not even one month of tasting Marga school.

There must be some suspicion in his mind. Could it be Gilar intentionally? But for what? During this time he also followed Anggita like himself. Already he guessed the feeling of the man was also the same as himself, equally liked Anggita. The difference is only one, Anggita likes Gilar and does not like him.

"Lo wants what? Huh!" His sergeant was angry shortly after Gilar who he deliberately contacted at that time. His gaze never turned away from Anggita who was still sitting glued alone in the stop chair.

Rangga snorted sebal.

"Lo likes Anggita or not?" Challenge Rangga.

No more noise from across the street in a few moments. Rangga was still waiting for a clear answer from a man who was so difficult in the way of his mind.

"Jagain Anggita's. Not for me, but for Angita. " Timpal Gilar from across there in a soft voice.

Click!

Connection interrupted. Rangga. His forehead puckered hard staring at the screen of his phone that had darkened. Time and time again he grunted in annoyance. He slammed his fist into the steering wheel of the car. After that, he approached Anggita and dragged the girl who turned out to obey his actions.

"I'm not against it, Git. Just ... So you can take care of yourself." Timpal Rangga is confused.

What would happen if Anggita knew that Dawn was behind Gilar and Desi's relationship? Nah! He can't say this to her now. He doesn't have enough evidence. There is, Anggita even more hate it. Nah! Let it. Let the Angels know this for themselves.

"You're weird! They're meeting me. Why should I take care of myself from them?" let's say we don't accept.

"They're guys, Git! If Galdis is no problem." Timpal reminded.

Angita grinning. His head shook slowly.

"Basic possessive guy!" Tukas Anggita later. "Udah, ah! I'm not in the mood to fight with you anymore. Thanks for taking me. Assalamu'alaikum!"

Anggita got out of his car before he could hear the answer greeting back. He followed the girl until she really entered his house. Making sure that the girl actually came home safely.

***

Accepting the painful reality is difficult. It was like swallowing a bitter pill in the midst of thirst. Not that it can not change the situation, Anggita only reluctant. He was reluctant to question his feelings for Gilar again, nor did he want to rethink the times of Gilar so smoothly pronounce loving words to him.

In fact, having the same feelings cannot lead the two to stay together. It could be that he demanded that Gilar take responsibility for his attitude all this time because he had made him baper. But, what is to be held accountable if the man has already decided to choose another?

Consider prestige if you have to beg or even make up for the man he loves to come back like before. Isn't it obvious? From the beginning Gilar had declared himself that he could not be his girlfriend.

Ah, Anggita is sorry. If only he had let the man as he pleased express his affection. If only he had silenced the feeling he felt only for himself. If only he could read the man's mind. What exactly is the reason they can't date? Why does Gilar make things so complicated? Isn't it normal for teenagers like them to date?

That morning the hue of his heart was still the same as yesterday; void. Just follow the lesson at will. Thinking hence. Speak reluctantly. Surrounding it is still similar to gray and white, no longer any color like a rainbow.

He lets himself enjoy his time alone. Missing Gilar just from behind the classroom window, looking at the man who usually plays on the field. Looks the same. Still cheery. It was as if days ago nothing had changed her feelings.

They used to be just aliens who were indifferent to each other. Found because of accident. This time it might be the same, parting because of obscurity.

"I miss you, Gilar." Lirih Anggita secretly.

Ah, the longer you look at that guy, the harder it is to escape. Nah! I guess we should forget about that guy. He stepped out of the class steadily. Convince himself that he should not dissolve in sadness. Unshouldn't.

However, his steps stopped when Desi again confronted him. I can only breathe long. Trying to be normal and not careless.

"What's wrong?" ask Anggita reluctantly. Even he deliberately turned his face the other way to make the girl uncomfortable.

"Son Gita still bothers Brother Gilar?" accuse the girl.

I thought he closed his eyes long ago.

"No, Desi! Why else?" ketus' dream.

"Sister Gilar is weird." The girl had a disappointed face.

Anggita's forehead shrivels. Yesterday this girl spoke to him. But this time, his face suddenly frowned.

"Sorry! I don't have time for people to vent!" Timpal Anggita is upset.

"Sister Gilar is mute, huh? SMS is not in bales. On the phone, it was never picked up. Fortunately, I know who it is!" cerocos Desi without caring Anggita who looked at him with a beat. "I came with samperin him. He finally went to school. But, on the motorbike can not be talked. Called not manifest. Gita's sister is still flirting with her, huh?" accuse Desi again.

Feeling confused and upset. Confused by the senseless story of Desi. Annoyed that the girl had always lightly accused him of being Gilar's seductress.

"As you are! Like what you say I am like. No mutu know the chatter! Excuse me!" timpal Anggita. He deliberately crashed his shoulder into the shoulder of the girl as he stepped foot. Although not too hard, but there is a feeling of satisfaction undermines it.