GRAF'S THEOREM

CHAPTER 31 HOURS OF REST WITH GILAR

Gilar stood beside Gladis with a perfectly fluffy smile shortly after the bell rang. The hooded girl looked at him with a frown. Dawn just shook, silently watching what the man was about to do. While Anggita is indifferent as if not disturbed by the existence of the man who suddenly stood beside his compatriot.

"Why the hell? Scare the people! There go! I thought we were there!" gladis exclaimed with his index finger pointing at Anggita. "Not here! Sorry, dad. Gladis just wants Akang Randi! Not Aa Gilar!" connect Gladis with haughty lips.

Gilar chuckles amusedly. Randi chose to cover both ears and walked towards the outside of the classroom. While Dawn tried to stay busy while watching the man's behavior.

"You go there after your brother! He just left class. I want to pay a debt to Anggita by sitting here!" timpal Gilar pointed his index finger at Gladis' chair.

Gladis turned to Anggita who was now laughing wide. Can only sigh after seeing his compatriot so angry about the treatment of Gilar.

Gladis got up from his seat with an annoyed look on his face. Gilar stared intently at him as if he was about to punch him. The man only replied with a thumbs up, before he quickly occupied Gladis' chair.

"You want to continue that story on the bus, right?" tawar Gilar's.

Gladis paid his full attention. He still refuses to go from there. Pretend to fold the torn paper with the ears attached sharply. Aggita nodded without speaking. Gladis grew serious about observing the two. Even from behind Fajar was still reluctant to get out of his chair.

Gilar suddenly turned towards Dawn. His lips grinned wide to reveal his white teeth.

"No need to eat that. Jealousy, huh?" terka Gilar.

Anggita and Gladis throw confused views at each other. The eyes of the two of them gave each other an indistinct gesture, even though both of them were equally confused. The sudden dawn rising from his seat made the two girls turn their heads in fear.

"No. Just ordinary. Please do it if you want to talk!" timpal Cold dawn. His feet slowly stepped towards the classroom door, his figure disappearing so quickly.

"What does it mean to say to Dawn, Gil?" asked Gladis curiously.

Though hesitant, he guesses that Gilar knows something between Anggita and Dawn. Although as far as he knows, only he and Randi had time to steal hear in the UKS room that day. Or, Gilar has another reason? Gladis could not wait to hear the answer of the man who refused to break up from Desi, but still approached his own friend.

Both of Gilar's shoulders were fully lifted. Her lower lips lifted upwards with her eyes twitching nonchalantly.

"Cryption! There go! Later Kakangmu in the fraternity!" sindir Gilar.

Angita. He wanted to ask the same question as Gladis. There was a suspicion that Gilar knew something about him and Dawn. He did not want Gilar misunderstandings that made them stretch back.

Gladis chose to give up. Although her curiosity was reluctant to disappear just like that. In his view Anggita goods for a moment before he finally decided to leave the class.

"Where is the story bus?" tanya Gilar distract Anggita.

The girl was silent for a moment.

"You're the same Agus twins."

A pat on Anggita's shoulder made the girl turn her head for a moment. His face was surprised to find someone standing behind him with his right palm raised.

"He's Agus, Git." whispered Gilar from behind.

Consider the wrong behavior. Although he and Agus continued to be in the same class, he was never specifically acquainted with the man. We too often concern ourselves only with Gladis and Dawn. Also Rangga, occasionally. And Gilar. Now in added Randi.

"Know! These two years of class continue, right?" timpal Anggita defended himself. He does not want to be stamped for less association.

Not that he did not want to socialize with others, he was only reluctant if the person he approached even had to have problems with Rangga. Like Dawn. Not that he was unfamiliar, he was just limiting himself. Especially with male students.

"Gilar is good. It's just a lot more trouble." Agus. "If I'm the opposite, Git." Agus is proud.

A hand suddenly pushed Agus until the man inched back. Anggita can feel Gilar's body so close to him, but he chose to budge. His heart is wrong.

"There go! Bother people for discussion!" Gilar was upset. His hand kept shaking, hinting Agus to leave immediately. The man with the grey hair smiled, winking his eyes at Anggita. The girl chuckled.

"He loves it, Git," said Gilar, who sat back in his stolen chair, "but there's a lot of talk, too."

Anggita's eyes are sharp.

"Which sentence?" ask Anggita curious.

"I'm a lot of a jerk." I'm Gilar confident.

Anggita breathed deeply. He must get used to hearing Gilar boast of himself as a jerk. It was his purpose to tell the story to show all the good and bad. Although until this moment, Gilar still tells his sad good story.

There was a pause of silence between the two as some students began to wander toward the outside of the classroom. The two of them quietly looked around. We hope their classes are empty soon.

From behind, there was Rangga who walked past them. His eyes looked fixedly at the two, alternating. Although not a single sentence managed to slide out of his mouth. Anggita breathes a sigh of relief. The man finally left the class.

"You remember Erik, Ta?"

Anggita looked towards him confusedly. Also scared actually. Suddenly the memory of Erik and Gilar's struggle in the field hunted him. He risks talking about such a scary thing. But, he had to listen to the whole story of Gilar. Good and bad.

Angita nodded reluctantly. His memory is so clearly displayed. Leave fear that maybe this is just a small part of Gilar's son of a bitch. Hopefully no more than this, the inner Anggita mengapal do'a.

"One of his men ever died at my hands."

Suppose you don't know what to interpret Gilar's cold attitude when saying that sentence like. Does he feel anything or nothing at all? The man's gaze was so cold. As if what he said meant nothing. Anggita tried hard to silence his mouth not to curse.

The two hands of Anggita clenched tightly together. Fear, confusion, and curiosity coalesce into one. He did not know what to react to it.

"Is there anyone else who's ever died, Gil?" Really am. Anggita's body shivered with cold. He hopes the answer is as he wants. No. gabe.

Gilar's head is slowly muttering. Suppose you close your eyes deeply, prepare to put your ears to receive the answer that was thrown by Gilar.

"He's the only one who died. The others are paralyzed."

Anggita lunglai's body. Hearing word for word more precisely the confession of a murderer, more painful than seeing Gilar piggybacking on Desi. At that time Anggita also wanted to go back to her heartache, her longing, repeating the same day with Gilar, and refused hard to tell the truth.

Really am. This was beyond his expectations. This is not what I thought. He was not ready to accept these stories. Is this the real deal, then?

Lama Anggita was silent. Reluctant to respond to anything. Just looking at it he didn't do it. The girl seemed to be struggling with her own thoughts.

Gilar nodded slowly.

"I've never asked any girl to date." I was Gilar later.

At least he still has other stories besides his Motorcycle Gang. Clearly he remembered how furious Anggita was after the incident he and Erik jotos on the school field. Worse yet, he also equally vent his anger on Anggita.

"That's bragging!" timpal Anggita who suddenly chuckled amusedly.

"Those who want to." Gilar inching changed his position, turning his body to the table.

"And you can't refuse! Is that?" accuse Anggita.

Little smiley gilar.

"You were the first to make me abdicate, Git." Gilar's head looked up at the ceiling of his class. "From a king who is worshipped, so a filthy commoner."

Both eyebrows Anggita raised simultaneously.

"You're the only one who got me down because you said baby. That's a sacred thing I've never done in all this time." Gilar lowered his head slowly, turning him towards Anggita with a sparkling gaze. "I love to say love to you. Nyenjinlos. Here ...," one palm stuck to his own chest, "stuffless. But, I like it!"

Anggita silenced her chuckling mouth. Trying not to laugh at Gilar's strange explanation of his feelings.

"Just like to say baby doang?" Anggita looked at him closely.

"Honey really, Git!" timpal Gilar.

"Really darling?" sue Anggita tried to convince himself again that what Gilar said was not just a rumble.

Gilar nodded steadily several times.

"Why can't you break up from Desi?" challenge Anggita.

Gilar was silent. Anggita looked at him closely, still waiting for the response of the man who claimed to love him, but could not break up from other women.

Fuck shit!

"That's the reason, Git." Kill Gilar defend himself.

"What reason? You know what, don't you? What you're doing is making me go wrong!" anggita urged to corner Gilar's decision that was always arbitrary. "I have a right to know, right? Let me know what my position is now! Your affair or just your friend?" taud Anggita.

Gilar swallowed his saliva in. Looking at the Anggita who is still looking at him closely, making him wrong behavior must answer honestly or lie. He didn't want to be stamped on the accuser for not having evidence. But, he also wants to convince Anggita that the girl is more than just a friend in his heart.

"Let me tell you everything when it's time, Ta." Gilar hopes Anggita gives him a moment to explain everything. But, not today. Notnot now. Not likely.

"When?" taud Anggita. Again.

Gilar muttered indistinctly.

"Other times. As soon as possible!" ambiguous answer.

Anggita clucking. Again Gilar did as he pleased. Make him a great leader who must always understand all the decisions and attitudes he takes.

"Whatever!" Angita. "Don't blame anyone if I love someone else! Sorry are! I also don't want to be in a guy with the status of a boyfriend!" kilah Anggita growled.

Gilar termangu watch Anggita who suddenly rose from his seat. Stepping slowly towards the outside of the classroom without turning her head towards him in the slightest. He sighed heavily.

"It's hard to be honest!" gerutu Gilar's.

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Aggita walked quickly away from her class with a feeling of anger. Again Gilar put him in a strange position. The man is too much to keep a secret that makes Anggita always misunderstand.

Just a few classes were missed, suddenly a hand pulled him tightly. I don't think we have a chance to escape. His hand was pulled by a man he knew. He was very familiar because his grip made his arm feel sore.

"That's it, Rang! I'm not in the mood to fight with you!" yell Angita beaver.

The man pulled him to the end of the corridor, then turned towards the stairs towards the upper floor. Anggita only obediently even though he has prepared a sharp move to retaliate for the arbitrary treatment of the man later.

Arriving at the second floor, Rangga even continued to take her up to the third floor. The girl was a little scared. He never once set foot on a floor higher than the second floor. To him, the third floor was just a frightening worn-out place. The roof is used in the control of naughty children.

"Well, why did you bring me here?" yelled Anggita started to worry.

As powerful as he tried to escape, but Rangga continued to bring him up to the back door. The man momentarily adjusted his gasping breath. Still reluctant to release his grip from the hands of Anggita.

"What the hell? Not obviously know! If you dare to fight girls, the field is still wide! No need to go to the roof!" Angita.

Suddenly Rangga raised his index finger, brought it closer to Anggita's lips to keep the girl quiet. Angita flustered.

Slowly, the man opened the roof door bit by bit. Peering from the door as if he was sneaking around to catch a mouse. Angita sighs heavily.

"What the hell? Cake anyway! Take another kiss, huh?" ledek Anggita's.

Anxious. Rangga shut Anggita's mouth. Anggita patted the back of Rangga's hand that smothered his mouth tight.

"Can it be any, Ta? I want to show you something! Not a macem-macem!" rangga shouted half in whisper.

The angel nodded in understanding. Rangga's hand slowly broke away. Chief Rangga again tried to sneak behind the open door a little. It was as if he was monitoring something he could not miss. Think of it as spontaneous following the man's movements. Follows her head closer behind the door gap under Rangga's head.

Angita's eyes are perfectly rounded. His lower lip he bit with anxiety. For a moment he looked up at Rangga who only gave him a nod of his head. The girl didn't know what to do. The contents of his mind suddenly filled with something strange. Most of them only contain bad guesses.

"What's the Dawn of Desi, Rang? Do they know each other? How come Dawn never told me?"

Rangga was silent. Letting the Angita itself interpret after seeing the real reality. Let the judge judge for themselves.