GRAF'S THEOREM

CHAPTER 32 GREETINGS

“I want to break up from Brother Gilar! And we should apologize to Anggita!”

Desi no longer wants to deal with Gilar. The man he thought was so easily persuaded by his offer, in fact had a mindset he had never expected before. He should not be tempted by the offer of Dawn which is tempting for students with low brains like himself. He never thought, just for the sake of having a lackey like a Dawn, he was willing to give himself up to be played by Gilar.

“So this is the reason Gilar still deletin Gita? You should be better off keeping a guy!” accuse Dawn of being angry.

He may believe Desi's talk of Gilar's threat, which he says will not release the girl other than make Dawn confess honestly for having told him to flirt with Gilar.

“You were alone at that time the initiative to seduce Gilar, right? You're the one who asked for her number! I'm just playing your game, Des! You have gone too far!” Dawn continued to corner Desi's position. “I dare to take this road because of you too!”

Desi roaring hard. He ruffled his hair in annoyance. From whatever side he was blamed. Trying to get away from Gilar, he had to make Dawn admit his mistake. Trying to make Fajar confess honestly to Anggita instead makes himself a scapegoat. Desi frustrated. The steps he took were in fact wrong. He should not be too complacent for playing with popular class siblings such as Anggita and Gilar. Not to mention the constant threat of Rangga haunting his mind.

‘What should we do now, brother? I just want to break up with Brother Gilar! That's aja! I'm not going to take the offer from Kak Fajar. I don't want to deal with you guys anymore!” yell Desi resigned.

“You should apologize to Anggita! You planned all this yourself! I'm just following you, Des.” The timpal of Dawn defended itself.

Desi throbbing. One end of his lips was swaggering. He looked at Fajar with a look of disdain. Not expecting the true nature of the smartest man in Marga School is sharp-mouthed. His intelligent brain turned out to be so good at cornering people, that it made itself just as a victim. Desi hissing. He is determined not to deal with his popular upperclassman anymore.

“Oh! So I mean Dawn, am I wrong here? So?” challenge Desi beaver.

“That's you're self-conscious, right?” timpal Dawn indifferent.

Desi chuckles. Not knowing what else the man in front of him had to say. However, his laughter stopped immediately as his gaze was fixed on the roof door which was now guarded by two men in uniform like himself. Many times he swallowed his own saliva. His mind was dead-end not knowing what to do. If only he could, he wanted to run away from this situation as far as possible.

Dawn looked at Desi confused. The girl who had laughed out loud suddenly fell silent in just a split second. He directed his gaze to the same side as Desi. Fajar termangu.

No time Anggita said anything, the girl chose to leave the roof immediately. Rangga hurriedly caught up with her by constantly calling out the name of the girl. However, Anggita chose to ignore and continued to move his legs as quickly as possible. He ran in a direction he didn't plan to.

***

Throughout the lesson, Anggita behaves strangely again. He became quiet and shy. Gladis who noticed the change in attitude of the girl could only guess that it was possible that the girl had trouble with Gilar again.

While the Dawn behind him equally lost concentration. Every time just looking at the back of Anggita who refused to look at the slightest item. Her trembling legs caused the discomfort of Randi sitting beside her. Time and again the worried question was raised by the teary-eyed man who simply replied to Dawn with an indifferent nod.

***

Dawn managed to intercept Anggita's step right at the bus stop that Anggita used to wait for the bus that leads to his house to stop. However, the girl chose silence when she greeted him and asked him a small question.

“It's not my fault, Git! I'm framed!” I'm a desperate Dawn.

Anggita looked at him for a moment. His gaze was so cold. Without a word coming out of his mouth. Before long, the girl chose to turn her face to another.

“You should trust your own temen, right?” Dawn still refused to give up. “Again I always nemenin you when you need. I also never meant for you to be my girlfriend, Git. I just want you to be all right.”

I thought he closed both eyes long. Breathe in deeply and breathe out slowly. His head he lifted up to look up at the roof stop. He wants to go home soon. He fell into bed and fell asleep there. As long as possible. If he could, he wanted to wake up again on his first day of entering the Marga School. He will only be friends with Gladis. Only with Gladis. Friendship between men and women is never pure.

“How do you want me, Faj? What do you think I should be? Huh!”

Anggita stared fixed Dawn who suddenly fell silent. It is better to get a direct tantrum from Anggita, rather than the cold treatment of the girl who seems to not want to deal with him anymore.

“You still want to be my friend, right?” timpal Fajar.

A little smile. His mind was trying to ignore the man.

A motor suddenly stopped in front of the stop. I'm glad he came. Without waiting for any sign, Anggita inched up from her seat. Approaching Gilar who was still sitting on the motorbike with a view towards him. Without any conversation, Anggita sat directly behind the man. Back to the sides of his clothes. Without waiting for any command, Gilar propelled his motor as fast as he could. To take Anggita away from the reach of Dawn. The bully man was only able to get riveted in confusion.

***

Jawilan Anggita is weakened. Just leave it alone until it droops weakly above the girl's thigh. From behind the rearview mirror, Gilar can only see the look on Anggita's face that looks cold. It was as if something heavy was overlapping her happy and sad emotions together.

Although hesitant, Gilar's left hand grabbed Anggita's left hand which he quickly pulled up to circle on the plate. Anggita's body suddenly bounced onto his back.

“I've broken up from Desi!” Shouted Gilar reassuringly.

A little smile.

“I don't think!” Timpal Anggita is indifferent.

“We're dating, yeah, Git!”

“That's it or what the hell?”

“You must want to be my girlfriend! So don't do it anymore!”

“Pede!”

Gilar. Angita chuckles. One of his right hands, curled up at Gilar's waist, interlaced with the other of his left. He rested his head on the man's back. Trying to get rid of the bad thoughts that surround him. Full of disappointment actually. Disappointed that he could not express in words. Too disappointed.

“I won't take you home first!” shouts Gilar back.

“I want to go home, Gilar. I'm tired!” timpal Anggita with a shout that is no less loud.

“Sorry, yeah. But, I maksa! I want to kidnap you first!”

The motor speed is getting faster. Anggita's embrace is getting tighter. He no longer interrupted the man. Hopefully Anggita is not dreaming of being Gilar's girlfriend. The actions of the man are still difficult he said.

***

Under the lush flowering Cambodian tree, several times white petals fell from above his head. Anggita chose to pick it up, move it over the sky blue tombstone and arrange it neatly. In front of him was Gilar who was stroking the top of the tomb repeatedly. Muttering indistinctly while occasionally landing his lips on the head of the tomb solemnly.

"This is my mother, Git. He's sleeping. Hopefully our arrival doesn't bother him, huh?"

Angita nodded slowly. Smile as sincerely as possible to dampen awkwardness.

"He's my girlfriend, Mom. Anggita's name. 2 Champions in the Gilar class. Pinter, huh? Gilar. Different areas of his discipline. But, what matters is that we're still a species."

Let's say we don't want to chuckle again. He failed to mourn because Gilar invited to visit his mother's resting place.

"Where is your father in the grave?" ask Anggita later.

"Don't know! Mang Parto didn't tell me." - Gilar chimed.

Anggita's forehead shrivels.

"What's that?" Angita.

"Mang Parto refused to tell."

Angita.

Long Gilar spoke to his mother's headstone, like a child complaining about losing a fight to his opponent. Many times Anggita chuckled at Gilar's outpouring of heart which mostly offended him. Not infrequently, Anggita also chimed in to defend himself. Gilar makes Anggita's position as an evil woman who has ignored Gilar's feelings.

"Don't lie in front of the parents! Heh! The sins!" threaten Anggita later.

"I'm just being honest, Git."

"She's dating Desi, Mom! He's the bad one!" anggita Agung was also carried away by the fantasy atmosphere that Gilar created. As if the chatter of the two was indeed attended by the figure of the invisible mother of Gilar's.

"And he's the nawarin, Ta. I can refuse! Don't want to be arrogant!" Gilar defended himself.

"Pretend your innocence! You fucking jerk!"

"Wildamah! What matters is that you can be your girlfriend."

"But! My name! Not going out!"

"Not taught you'll want to!"

"Medes!"

"So you don't want to be my girlfriend?"

"Nawarin turn, even nawarin rejection! It's weird!"

"You want to be my girlfriend, don't you, Gita?"

Angita. Looking at Gilar who was staring at his mother's tombstone rather than him. He clearly heard the question directed at him.

"I want. But there are conditions!"

Gilar turned his attention to Anggita. With a confused frown.

"What conditions?" ask Gilar reluctantly.

"Exit from Motorcycle Gang. That's the condition."

Gilar. Only able to continue to look at Angita clingy. So does Anggita. He allowed himself to continue to observe Gilar who still did not want to accept his conditions.

"okay! I'm gonna get out of the Motorcycle Gang."

Anggita's eyes are round in disbelief hearing Gilar take his terms for granted. After many times they quarrel because of Gilar who keukeuh want to be in the XXX Motor Gang.

Gilar smiled to dampen the confusion Anggita who was even stunned confused. Although not sure of his current decision, he just wants to try to convince Anggita that his feelings are really sincere. If indeed the girl wanted him to stay away from the Motorcycle Gang, maybe he would.

"You sure you can get out of the Motor Gang?" anggita asked still unsure of Gilar's statement.

He clearly remembered how enthusiastically Gilar defended his decision to be in the Motorcycle Gang. If only for the sake of being his girlfriend he quit the Motorcycle Gang, Anggita even felt it was so awkward. Although he was happy that Gilar accepted his terms which were actually just a joke. He clearly remembers how Gilar defended himself and his Motorcycle Gang.

"You sure!" Timpal Gilar.

"Wouldn't there be any risk if you got out of the Motorcycle gang?" I guess we're just worried.

"Will not! At most in far away doang anyway."

Angita mangut-mangut understand. Although it sounds trivial, but his feelings are so bad. He also reluctantly asks Gilar to convince himself that he can really get out of the biker gang as easily as he says.

Gilar got up from his squatting position. Stretching one hand to the front of Anggita's face.

"I'll take you home, Dad!"

Anggita grabbed the helping hand despite the doubt. A smile she was smiling to cover her worries. Gilar led him out of the cemetery. He was walking obediently in the footsteps of Gilar.

***

Aggita for a moment standing near Gilar who is still sitting on his motorcycle. His eyes are only directed towards the front. Gilar also set his sights, although only able to look at the figure Anggita saw with indifference.

"I'm home, Git! I'll pick you up early tomorrow!" gilar said that managed to make Anggita look at him. Nodding with a sad face.

A moment Gilar looked at the figure Anggita looked at. Before passing the motor fast. Angita took a long breath. Trying to calm his ungodly feelings.

He stepped slowly towards the gate of his house with his head slightly bowed awkwardly. The figure he looked at greeted him from a distance, but Anggita chose to ignore. In a hurry he stepped into the gate of his house, opened it as quickly as possible and entered the house.

He ignored calls calling his name repeatedly. Aggita was reluctant to meet him. With Dawn waiting for him. He doesn't know what to react to it. He does not want to think about problems that make his feelings bad.

He just wants to have fun with Gilar. That'sallthatis. Why does it feel so hard?