GRAF'S THEOREM

CHAPTER 28 FAILED MOVE ON

"Don't be mad, Git!" exclaim Rangga fear.

"Down answer me what's hard, Git." Typal Gilar challenged.

Rangga nudged the man's body violently. Stare sharply at him for the man to be quiet. He did not want to lose Anggita on his first day as Chairman of OSIS. He took the courage to invite the girl whom he thought would refuse his request.

"No, Git. Don't beat them. Let's get back to the meeting!" Rangga broke the situation.

Amel smiled without feeling guilty. Watching the fight Tom and Jerry as the nickname for Gilar and Dawn is more exciting. Moreover, the figure of Anggita is so able to make the two men quarrel just because of trivial problems.

The inaugural meeting of OSIS that day ended in the afternoon. Anggita sat at a stop near her school waiting for the bus to come. While chewing the round bread that he had bought in the cafeteria to prop up his stomach that had been rumbling. Occasionally raising his head timidly the bus missed his attention.

A black car suddenly stopped in front of the stop. Angita was silent confusion. When the car glass is open, Anggita chooses to immediately turn away.

"I'm anter we're home, Ta! Come aboard!" yelled Rangga from the car.

Angita shakes steady.

"No need! I'm getting back on the bus!" refused reply.

"You'll be there if you wait for the bus!" kilah Rangga was still begging.

"No need! Unless you want me to stop being a secretary!" threaten Anggita later.

Rangga muttered annoyed even though Anggita did not hear it. He did not want to let the threat happen. Black car driving away from stop. Anggita breathes a sigh of relief.

Only a moment later did Rangga disappear, a familiar motor in his memory stopped right in front of the stop. Anggita breath suddenly tight. His body cooled down instantly. Only able to look at Gilar clingy because so reluctant to turn away from him. Anggita.

"Return on the bus, Git?" ask the man later.

Angita nodded slowly. As hard as trying to be as normal as possible so that the man does not recognize the feeling of longing that is infiltrating his heart. Gilar belongs to Desi, he thought continuously.

"You want me anther, don't you?" gilar asked and looked at him deeply.

"You!" answer Anggita in the heart. However, his lips suddenly felt reluctant to say the honesty in his heart. "No!" his mind suddenly switched. I think I have to answer what.

"Whatever." Timpal Anggita pretended to be indifferent.

Gilar was stunned for a moment. Choose to turn your eyes toward the front with empty eyes. While Anggita, condemned his stupidity because it again showed a prestige attitude in front of Gilar.

"He belongs to Desi," he murmured inwardly reminded. That what he did was right. It was impossible for him to accept a man's invitation that others already had. He was also reluctant to refuse because the screams of his heart actually wanted to join Gilar. I really miss that guy!

"Wait here!" exclaim Gilar later.

The man took his bike back, leaving Anggita at the stop feeling disappointed, sorry, and confused.

"Why am I waiting for him? He himself ran away! Hmh! You PHP guy!" rutuknya.

The bus arrived shortly. Suppose you directly ride it with a feeling of annoyance. Sitting in the back seat of an empty bus. He looked straight out the window. When he got it Gilar half ran with his head looking up at him.

Anggita was stunned by confusion. He did not ask, the man ran to the front and appeared suddenly on the bus. Aggita acted alert as the man walked leisurely towards her without the slightest smile.

"May I sit here?" asked the man while sticking his index finger towards the Anggita side chair.

Angita nodded reluctantly. The man sat next to him. Very close together until both of their shoulders can intersect. Anggita's heart raced faster, making him prefer to turn his face back towards the window rather than looking at the figure he was missing and crying at the same time.

The bus started to slow down. Leaving aside the awkwardness between Anggita and Gilar who are still both silent. As their shoulders clashed, one by one the memories of that brief togetherness again warmed their equally cold hearts.

"I miss you, Gita."

The head of Anggita. Looking towards Gilar who was glued staring blankly in front. Make sure his ears don't hear the wrong sound that just sounded.

"I miss."

Gilar looked towards him. Sayu's eyes. His voice resembled the shrillness of a sick person who was out of breath. Aggita is just confused. His ears did not hear wrong. Even his eyes also witnessed Gilar's confession which again knocked down his intention to forget.

"Kangen Desi means that?" anggita reminded.

His head turned so that Gilar did not notice his disappointment. Who is he? Just friends, no. Girlfriend moreover. Ex-girlfriend, not really!

There was no sound from Gilar replying to him. I was worried that I would have to turn to the man again to check on him. Or choose to turn away and forget all the words of the man? I thought everything was just a joke.

An idea gasped when suddenly Gilar's head appeared before him. Leads to the window with a probing face. The girl spontaneously distanced her body more towards the back.

"Liat out mulu! What the hell is going on?" protests later.

Anggita's heart beat faster. Gilar's face was now right in front of him at such a close distance. Her eyes were all over her breaking the nervousness that was running through her. Trying to turn away from the man's gaze that managed to make his feelings waver.

Luckily, Gilar returned his head as usual. So that he can reset his breath that he unconsciously held earlier. Gilar made himself misbehave again. Basic guy PHP!, rutuk inner Anggita beaver.

"Aren't you laper, Git?" ask Gilar suddenly.

"I ate bread just now." Timpal Anggita lightly.

"Feeding meatballs, Git. I don't like bread. Not delicious! Not challenging to eat!"

"Oh!" reply Angita tries indifferently.

"The bread is soft. Afraid to make my body go along so soft." Kecoh Gilar's.

Anggita's eyes were staring at him.

"It's not funny that the Chairman of the Motorcycle Gang suddenly changed because of eating bread." Kill Gilar.

"What are you talking about?" protest Anggita do not understand.

"Bread, Git. I'm talking bread!" timpal Gilar enthusiastic.

"Basic ngaco!" Angry fellow.

"If you're okay with bread. Let's pinter!" Gilar refused to stop the conversation.

"Udah pinter!"

"That must be because of eating bread."

"What does bread have to do with pinter?"

"Nothing!"

Angry sizzle pissed. He slid a punch right on Gilar's shoulder to make the man grimace and laugh at the same time.

"But bread doesn't make you weak, Git? Your punch is hard too. Ex-boxer, huh?" Gilar teased her again.

"No! I am the descendant of Muhammad Ali! Satisfied?" Angita.

"Pantesan is beautiful."

Anggita's forehead shrivels. "Is Muhammad Ali equally beautiful?"

"Nothing!"

Next to Anggita's hands clenched ready to raise his fist again. Gilar was already wary of accepting his attack. However, the girl instead looked at him sharply. Gilar. Making Angita stop raising his fists. He chose to smile even though his face was turned the other way.

"I miss you, Anggita."

Anggita's eyes glared towards Gilar. The man was silent and returned his gaze.

"Down there! Our house is different!" anggita Bentak.

Little smiley gilar.

"Sorry, dad. Take good care of yourself. Be careful if deket same guy. They're all assholes, Git!"

"You're a jerk too, dong?" Think challenging.

Gilar was silent for a moment.

"It looks like it is." Kill Gilar. "I'm coming down just as you're going down, yeah. If suddenly someone disturbs you, then let me who ngadepin." he would be proud.

Not Anggita reluctant to take seriously the longing sentence, he was just afraid that Gilar suddenly ran away again. The man didn't like it if their feelings were in harmony. Just want to show your own feelings without wanting to care what kind of feelings Angita actually like.

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Anggita walked reluctantly followed by Gilar beside him. Rather than dropping a glance at her, Anggita chose to stare at her footsteps that were always in harmony with Gilar. The girl was only able to bite her lips in a fit of rage. His heart rumbled merrily but also in pain.

Desi's Gilar!

The sentence continued to ring in his mind even though Gilar was with him at this time. Just act as if nothing serious has ever happened between them. As if Gilar forgot that Anggita had expressed his feelings as well. Gilar seemed innocent of having expressed his longing just a moment ago.

"Wouldn't anyone get angry about me all of a sudden? The girl will be raging again!" sindir Anggita opened the conversation.

Gilar muttered indistinctly. Keep offsetting his steps are getting closer towards the house. The same road they had been on a few days ago, with different circumstances. With a different feeling.

"It's okay. He likes me!" timpal Gilar.

Anggita turned towards him with a confused look. Trying to find out that Gilar was serious about what he said just now.

"If you're dating, then you like her too." I looked up to the feeling of raging.

Gilar grinned. His feet were now kicking through the air as if there was a ball in front of him.

"They have to like each other, huh?" Gilar.

Anggita hesitated. Unsure of his response, also confused about his question.

"If only he likes it but I don't, that means he can't date, huh?" Gilar.

Angita. Confused to respond to Gilar's ambiguous question as to what.

"Don't know! I never dated!" We choose indifferently.

"I've been dating a lot, Git." I'm Gilar. "I accept it because I can't refuse. Especially if the girl is a. It's good, it's free!"

Aggita stopped his steps. Staring at Gilar with a face of disbelief at his confession.

"What do you really want to say, Gilar? I'm dizzy to know the answer!" Angry fellow.

"I just want to tell you what I'm going through."

"My girl is the same as me? Make what?"

"Make learning honest, Git."

"Fortunately for me what? Be honest with your girlfriend! Don't be like me! Make me misunderstand! Know it?"

Anggita put his foot through Gilar with a confused feeling. He was again trapped with hope because Gilar had managed to tear down his plan to forget Gilar.

"I just want to be honest with you, Git."

There was a sound of Gilar coming from behind him. Stepping follow Anggita but reluctant to compensate.

"I don't need your honesty! There's no benefit to me either!" Angita.

"Let you know how fucking I am!"

Anggita's steps stopped again. His body turned to face Gilar who was right behind him. The man looked down like he was scared when Anggita looked at him.

"Why are you being honest with me? Want to be in lecturing! Sorry are! I'm not an ustadzah!" yelled Angita annoyed.

The head of Gilar looked up slowly.

"You don't like me being honest with you, Git?"

Angita. "What are you doing to be honest with me? Huh! Show-off?"

"I want to praise you, Git."

"Nguji? What do you think I am? Huh!"

"The one I love."

Anggita is silent.

"The same thing as praising me?"

"I want to know your reaction if you know how fucking I am."

Silent. Anggita's anger slowly decays. He now began to understand little by little the ambiguous attitude of the man to him all this time. More avoidance by giving up a lot.

"Is this why you can't date me? Because you feel like a jerk?" anggita.

Gilar looked down. The smartest person understands his feelings.

"How much honesty do you want to tell me?" ask Anggita expectantly.

Gilar looked up with a serious face.

"All! Not enough a day to hurt it, Git."

"Our conversation a week ago, was it honest or a lie?"

"Honest, Git. The good thing."

Let's close our eyes in. It is fitting that he felt so absorbed in listening to Gilar's story. Even the contents of his mind continuously assumed that the man was the head of the angel-hearted motorcycle gang.

"I have to go home now. Same mother you must be worried." Anggita is desperate.

"It's okay, Git. We'll continue to talk tomorrow."

"You're not gonna run away again?" I Assume fear.

Little smiley gilar.

"sorry. This time I won't run away again!" promise Gilar.

"Related?" Angita.

Suddenly, Gilar approached him. She held the girl's body in a warm embrace. Anggita pecking bumbling. His heart raced fast. His heart is happy.

"I promise I won't run away again, Anggita!"

Both hands Anggita clenched tightly reluctant to return his embrace. Pressing with all his might the feeling of happiness that was engulfing him. He did not want Gilar to know how happy he was to be with Gilar again. He missed Gilar. Her misses were treated with a hug.

"I miss you, Gita." Lirih Gilar sounded in his ears. So soft.

"I miss you too, Gilar. But you are someone's girlfriend! I'm third, huh?" muttered Anggita disappointed.

"I think it's important that I'm unfortunately just the same as you."

"But you're dating another girl!"

Gilar took off his embrace. Both of his hands held Anggita's shoulders tightly. Looking at the girl who was looking at him was full of threats.

"You want me to break up with him?"

I don't think it's budding.

"Whatever! That's your right!" timpal Anggita pretended to be indifferent.

"OKs. I can't break up with her yet, Git."

Angita. Removing Gilar's hands from his shoulders.

"Buck fuckin' wow!"

Gilar.