GRAF'S THEOREM

CHAPTER 36 THE VOICE OF GILAR

"You still want to be my girlfriend, Gita?"

I'll accept whatever your decision is, Gita. Once you know the reality behind my disappearance. This is my world! My motorcycle gang world! You have the right to reject me. I will always accept you in my heart.

"Yes. I still want to, Gilar."

***

This is my first time taking you through the night. Breathing the cold wind with my friends. I hope you like it, Gita.

"How many people are there, Gilar?" ask you next to my ear lobe. Your screams only sound shahdu to me.

"20 motors, Gita! Some piggybacking! A few more!" both of me shouted. A little turning my head to make my voice heard by you.

"Their bike is good? You're not it? He said the head of the motorcycle gang!"

I chuckle. Your question hurts so much, Gita. But, I like it.

"You want me to ride a big bike too?" guessed reply.

"Yes!"

You heard your laughter.

"What reason?" my many.

You're muttering indistinctly.

"Let's look handsome, Gilar!"

"What now I don't look like?"

"No!"

We laugh together. Laugh at me you mock. Is that you, Gita?

You hugged me tight. Your head is firmly on my shoulder. I hope you don't hear my heart beating. I will be ashamed of my wrong behavior. The chairman of the Motorcycle Gang can fall in love with a woman? Where do I put my handsome face, Gita!

I can't take you around for long. Especially many like this.with my friends. After separating from them, I'll take you back home. I don't want your parents to worry anymore because you went home last night.

"You want my anter home, yeah?" your tank.

"Yes! Lala's mother and Mr. Wijaya must be worried!"

There was only an indistinct murmur behind my back. Either you're grumbling with gymnastics or sad because I'm going to return to your parents' house.

"Tomorrow I'll take you to school!" my timpalku is about to entertain.

"Where are we truanting tomorrow?" bargain suddenly.

I want to look you in the face. Fear you are possessed by a demon or change your gender. Beautiful and smart people at Marga School couldn't possibly invite me to skip! Moreover, you are the least often absent in the Class.

But, all I can do is look at you for a moment. Turns out your face is glued behind my shoulder. Slightly tilted until the moment I turned my head, my heart almost jumped from its place. Your face is so pretty, Gita! I can't stand kissing you!

"Why what?" tanyaki quibbled to cover my admiration and grogiku.

"Your courtship continues!"

I smile. Happy and happy. So this is how it feels to really like people who also like us? It feels like every word you say always sounds like the chanting of a heart-cooling song, Gita. I'm glad to hear your voice. Hugged by you. Seeing you. I like everything that's on you. Sangaaaaaat likes! You know the same thing as me?

No, dad?

It'sit's okay. I don't mind if I like you! I am truly born and inward.

"No need to skip a date, Gita! Your grades will drop!" kilahki.

"I'm afraid you're running away again, Gilar! You're like a Jelangkung!"

I jerked.

"Kok Jelangkung?" my protest won't take.

You call me the same as the incarnation of a subtle creature? Tega you, Gita! The time of the Chairman of the Motorcycle Gang in the same Jelangkung whose head is coconut shell plontos?

"You came just as easily as you did! Same as Jelangkung!"

"You're still angry because I told you? You know what the reason is!"

"Yes, know! The food doesn't want to be away from you!"

"Tomorrow I go to school! Promise!"

You are silent. No longer reply to my words. I can't tell if you're angry or laughing at me. I don't know.

The motor continues to go through the silence. You are silent and the night is silent. Sometimes I look at you from the side of the eye. You're just glued to my back. Your eyes are closed as if you were sleeping. Your embrace is still tight. Even sometimes too tight to make my stomach almost all out. What dream are you, Gita?

We got in front of your house. My eyes circled around and were so moved by your homesickness. For a moment I turned towards you who was still sitting behind me with a tight hug.

"Aren't you going down?" manya curious.

"No."

"Mother, you are inside. There's home! I'll pick you up tomorrow!"

Your head inched up by putting on a sullen face. You come down slowly from the motor but your hands just keep swatting my body parts.

"Why?" manya curious.

You stand with a sad face. Your two hands are now both taking care of my clothes. Close-fitting. Like a little boy who was whining to buy candy.

"I miss you, Gilar!"

"me too. There in! Tomorrow I'm here, butcher you!"

"Promise? Won't you run away again?"

"Yes! I promise!"

Slowly you take off your clothes. Your face still has a sullen look. Makes me feel happy and amused at the same time. Not willing to turn your face away from you. You're still so pretty, Gita. Sangaaat.

I held onto one of your arms and pulled it closer towards me. You are not angry and refuse. I landed a kiss on your forehead and you were dumbstruck. Your eyes are perfectly round. Increasingly beautify your face ayu.

"Love you, Gita!"

You just shut up. Not talk. Not even mumbled. Your body is so stiff. I put my lips on your cheek. I kissed you again. And you're still confused.

"Are you okay, Gita?" ask me while shaking your arm that I still hold.

You shook your head slowly.

"Why do you need to be dumb?" ask me again to be astonished.

"Dark."

"Why?"

"Because you kissed me."

"Kok confused?"

"It feels weird."

"How weird?"

"Do not know!"

You take off your arm. Inching back away from me.

"Tomorrow you'll pick me up, right? A promise? Watch out for escape! I'll take you to the police!" threaten you suddenly.

"Yes. I'll pick you up tomorrow! I won't run away again!"

"Basic Jelangkung!"

You better call me a jerk, Gita. I'm afraid to find a herd of subtle creatures because of your call.

***

I intentionally did not bring my motorcycle. Enjoying time with you on the bus allows us to chat freely without fear of our voices being heard. Moreover, I can hold your hand tightly in my lap. Smell at the back of your hand that smells of longing.

I don't know what else to tell you but how much I miss you, Gita. From today, tomorrow, and tomorrow again, I want to stay with you. Missed you. Loving you. And kissed you.

"No, Ta. I know it!"

Your forehead is pucker sharply. Your eyes are full of amazement at me.

"The ladder is the story."

"The ladder?"

"Yes. He's the one who told me about Dawn with Desi."

"Continue?"

"Udah kebalang also I was bargained to be his girlfriend."

"Why don't you mutusin?"

"Udah. But there are conditions!"

"Condition?"

I'm nodding.

"He's the same Dawn should apologize to you first. I have to tell myself that those who have made us separate continue. Anybody else can, right? That sweet one! No problem mute! Tired, Git!"

You chuckle. Leaning your head on my shoulder which of course I reply back by leaning my head on your head. Must be heavy, huh? The same! My shoulder hurts too! Impas well, Git.

I hope you don't hate Dawn, Git. Any man would never be able to dislike you. Moreover, the class of Dawn that is almost every day close to you. He must have realized that your charm is not just beauty. Anyone a guy close to you wouldn't really want to be friends.

The dawn is not wrong. That's natural! It means he's a real man because he has an interest in you. What I'm afraid of is Randi. Afraid that he doesn't like you, but instead likes Dawn. Especially if you remember he helped you back then. But, her attitude towards you is even mediocre. Or maybe she's actually interested in me, Gita?

"Randi handsome didn't say you?" ask suddenly. Just wanted to make sure.

"Bell-looking. He's a guy!"

"Where am I with him?"

"You!"

Just answer me, Git. I can be sure you are telling the truth. I'm so confident!

"I'm the same Randi there's nothing. I know she's interested in Gladis." Reveal.

"Related?"

"It's just prestige. I think I'm onto you. Pretending to be indifferent but actually liking."

"Kok you know?"

"Take a random guess."

"Nga! I know you!"

As long as the bus goes by, the warmth between us feels so long well, Git. Either the bus is running half creeping or because our conversation is too long. I don't know! Anyway, it is! I like you, Gita. Point.

You were reluctant to let go of my hand when we got to the front stop of the school. I don't want to let go of your hand either, Gita. Then we both want to hold each other, huh? Just calm. I like it!

I will lead you into the altar of the School. Letting people know that you are all mine. Now and if only forever.

There are many eyes staring at us. You just smiled indifferently. I don't care about them and keep talking to them about other things. There's nothing I can do but dissolve into a conversation with you.

Even though I had to pass the hours of classes far away, but I really enjoyed my time looking at you from the back. I don't know why your back is so beautiful in view. Full of wings, Gita. Well-favoured. Whiter. Glittered. In my eyes, only you are the most radiant and pleasant to look at. Even if it's just the back.

"I'm not going to the cafeteria, Dad. You're the same Gladis!" I said as I passed you after the break bell rang.

You nodded obediently. Gladis exclaimed boisterously. I'm going first, Git. I'm ashamed at your friend's scorn.

I just stepped foot out of class, there was Rangga who invited me to follow his steps. I'm not at risk. Because thanks to him, I know that my feelings for you are sincere. And my act of accepting Desi was the right decision. So that I can prove to you what his name is friend and debetan.

We both stood on the balcony. Looking at you who went hand in hand with just Gladis. Behind you there is Randi. I tried to convince myself that the man did not belong to the ranks of your admirers after me, Rangga, and Dawn. Hopefully!

"So, Gita choose lo!"

"I guess!"

"Gue won't give up on him!"

"Gue knows! That's lo right. I will not be banned! The more I love Gita, the calmer I am. That means more people will take care of him."

"Well if you ever get sick of him again! I'm not going to live a quiet life!"

"Yes. I know!"

If only you knew how Rangga also really likes you, behind his bossy and possessive attitude, maybe you will glance at him. Even though he knows that you chose me, he actually appreciates that. Dare not cheat behind that makes us tenuous.

"Don't worry about me being the same as Erik! I don't know what kind of trouble he has!" rangga later.

I-i know. It all started because of me.

"Gue tipped Gita yah, Rang!"

"Crazy, lo! Nitipin's own same girlfriend who has a crush on him? You want me to really push!"

"It's okay. I know you are good! Just call me nyebelin!"

We chuckle.

"Where else are you going? Ninggalin' Gita?"

"No. I don't want to leave him. But, I'm just afraid that suddenly I have to leave him!"

"You mean?"

"My job is a lot out there!"

"So busy!"

"Gue's afraid Gita's why if the same I keep. I'm self-conscious! I also can't pick Gita up in my life forever even if I want to."

"Lo ngaco!"

"Living out of a biker gang is hard!"

"It's hard for me."

"Motor gangs won't make your life quiet, Gil! Especially if you know your world is dangerous!"

"Gue can't. I have to be there!"

"Why?"

"Many reasons. You don't need to know! Because you don't know."

"Solidarity? Hahey! Bulshits! Solidarity only survives in youth. It's just old people who will be loyal just a couple doang."

"It's not that either. It's more complicated!"

"Udahlah! Which makes sense. The more mature you also need is not just a temen. But a real couple!"

"Sokay know lo!"

"Gue's missing from the bokap, Gil! Adults like them in fact often walk alone, not clustered like young people who glorify solidarity. There's no such thing as a leader who's a Jamaican."

"Ommongan lo heavy!"

"Preparation for marriage with Gita!"

"If he wants to!"

"If he's the same distance, I can get him!"

"Lo want to go to college too?"

"depends! He is pinter. As long as I'm rich, I'm after him."

"okay! I accept your challenge! Who will marry Gita. I or you!"

Rangga and I shake hands with each other. Not sure whether our challenge is serious or not. Despite the look in Rangga's eyes, he really doesn't want to lose you, Gita. He really loves you. Although the way is wrong. Too rude and scary for women. But, doesn't that show how amateurish she is in a relationship? Can not distinguish sweet attitude towards friends and scuffles. He's still innocent, Gita. More innocent than me.