GRAF'S THEOREM

CHAPTER 37 IS FOR YOU

Gladis throbbed to find Gilar kneeling before Anggita's desk, propping up his chin on both arms resting on the edge of the table. Stare at his best friend with a smile that never ceases to unravel.

"God! Got a little embarrassed dong! There are many singles here! Don't date in cake class!" pekik Gladis growled. Several times he knocked on the table to take Gilar's eyes off. Angita chuckles amusedly.

"You are single, Dis! The others are not!" gilar taunts.

Gladis. Patted repeatedly on the man's shoulder until it sounded ringing. Despite feeling angry because of Gilar's different behavior, Gladis chose to quickly leave the classroom. Hurriedly carrying his bag and mingling with the other students out there.

Gilar rose from his position as Dawn was about to pass him. He deliberately intercepted the man. Stretching out his hand as if to invite him to shake hands. The dawn pensively momentarily.

"Sorry! Assume to choose me! And I chose him!" he said full of confidence.

Angita. Confused and worried. He refused to look at Dawn for longer. Risi.

"Yes," the timbal of Dawn replied to Gilar's hand. "Congratulations!"

The man chose not to prolong the conversation. Gilar blinked one eye at Anggita. I don't know what that means.

Then, he extended his hand to the face of Anggita who was still sitting in his chair. It did not take long for Anggita to reply. Letting his steps follow in Gilar's footsteps through the pull of his hand. Just by looking at the back of the man alone has made Anggita's heart curled.

"Where are you going today, Gita?" gilar asked, looking at him. Aligning his steps with Angita who continues to obey.

"Whatever." As long as with Gilar, wherever they go will not be a problem for Anggita.

"Out of the streets in your housing complex, how? Haven't long nengokin your neighbor who likes to hanker." Gilar chuckles to himself.

"About? Not bosen?" Angita scowled disappointed. At least Gilar has to distinguish between pedecate and courtship activities, right?

Gilar. He clasped Anggita's hand tighter. As they move closer to the parking lot. A pair of eyes greeted them. The gazes of envy, confusion, disappointment, happiness, all seemed so real. Suppose there is not even time to just improve yourself to look worthy side by side with Gilar.

"Do you like the beach, the mountains, the mall, or any other place maybe? In addition to your Housing Complex!" sindir Gilar is indifferent with eyes that are watching him. It seems not to be disturbed in the slightest.

Angita looks worried. He mumbled indistinctly. Gilar chose to go up to his motorbike, turn on the engine and just turned towards Anggita.

"Well, go ahead! Let me break up where we're going. You think too late!" gilar protests half ridiculing.

Angita. Obediently sat behind Gilar. Unabashedly wrapped both of his arms around the man's waist. A thunderous roar cheered him, yet he chose to budge. Smiling embarrassedly by continuing to whisper for Gilar to quickly advance his motorbike.

Motor Gilar shot to split the crowd. Squeezing patted the density of the vehicle, making Anggita inevitably have to tighten the handle. The wind blow managed to make Anggita's hair roam free. On his broom the children's hair came out of bondage while still returning his hands hugging Gilar's body. As if reluctant for a moment to leave a sweet moment that should be enjoyed by lovers.

"Where are we going Gilar?" shouted Anggita as hard as he could. May the helmet-covered ear of Gilar hear it.

"It's a great place to date!" reply Gilar enthusiastically.

Anggita pinched a small part of Gilar's stomach. The man grimaced and laughed at the same time.

"Did you mulu! The answer is!" timpal Anggita.

"Really, Gita! Where do you want to go? A place of study for mothers? Go ahead! I'll find a mosque that has a lecture."

Gilar. Anggita patted the man's shoulder many times.

"Ih! Becanda mulu ah! It's up to you! Talk to you mah! Not connecting!" angita protests are upset.

"Quiet down. I will take you to a safe place. Before Magrib I returned home. Believe me?" tawar Gilar's.

"No puny! You mostly lie!"

"Now it's been mostly honest, Ta."

"Like it!"

Aggita tightens her embrace. He stuck his head on Gilar's back. Closing his eyes as if he was willing to take Gilar anywhere. Enough with Gilar. Anywhere.

Gilar's motorcycle pace has long been away from the city center. Turning towards the big road along the row of deserted houses. The vehicle is no longer felt. Changing the wind roaring hard to provide cold. Ride some winding streets, cornering, and uphill again. Finally, Gilar turned his motorbike to an unscrewed gate, putting his motorbike in the parking lot directly opposite a large lake.

Suppose we circulate around. His eyes were perfectly rounded probing every corner of a place that looked more like a forest to him. Large trees stand firmly forming a lush, dense leafy grove, complete with the rustling of slow-moving wind.

Chilly.

Gilar stepped towards the black steps which he could not count. Beside him were several stilt houses with wooden walls standing solidly. Sepi has no voice. No one was there except the two.

"What are you gonna make me come here for, Gil? Watch out for the macems!" threatening Anggita's.

"No! This is a tourist spot. It cannot be your macemin. Not classy! Not level for you!"

"You mean my macemin intentions, is that it?" terka Anggita.

Angita. Speeding ahead of Gilar. There was an exclamation calling her name, but Anggita chose to pass.

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"When have you liked me, Gilar?"

"No crap, Ta."

Angita mangut-mangut understand.

"What is the reason you like me?" Aggita still cornered Gilar with his question.

"Because it's pretty, maybe?"

"That's doang?" demand that you are not satisfied.

"Printers. Well-favoured. Pinters. Beautiful ...."

"It was just that, anyway?"

Gilar.

"What do you want? Need well I have a reason to like you?" timpal Gilar defended himself. He is not good at expressing feelings that can make women satisfied. This is his first time loving a woman. No words can explain his feelings for Anggita. Too complex.

"Need! You only want me to doang, right? Let me get ready from now on for a broken heart!" Angita. He was sure that Gilar was not as innocent as he said. That man must have beaten another woman before him.

"I don't have any reason to like you, so there's no reason for me to hate you."

Angita. Sounds heart warming, but it's weird.

"Cieh, you can be horrible too! I'm moved!" anggita.

"Well, right? The turn to honestly speaking is even thought to be dreadful! What do girls want from guys, Ta?"

He shrugged both his shoulders at the same time. Gilar turned towards him with an anxious look.

"Eat it, so the boys must be sensitive!" taud Anggita.

Gilar sighed heavily.

"What's the connection, Ta?" Gilar's forehead scrunched up sharply.

"Think of it yourself!" Consider it indifferent.

Gilar suddenly stopped his steps. Anggita also stopped stepping, looking at Gilar in confusion.

"Why the hell? Wanna go home? I want malem! Just said it before Magrib wanted to anterin me home!" Angita.

"I like you, Gita."

In his face Anggita lekat.

"I know." Consider it indifferent. The girl chose to throw her grin.

"I love you."

The festive turnar of Anggita's two hands. Grasping tightly.

"It should be so."

Assume to remain indifferent.

"I love you."

Gilar slowly approached Angita who was still indifferent.

"Oh, it's your duty to be my girlfriend."

A kiss landed on the temple Anggita. Longtime. Anggita stunned to look at the Jakun Gilar who was in front of him. Up and down no koruan. Anggita swallows her saliva in. Feeling Gilar's wet bibis landing on his forehead felt so soft. Chilly. However, his heart suddenly cheerfully overjoyed.

The kiss slowly disappeared. Leave a feeling of raging in the heart Anggita. Doubtful he threw a smile as Gilar looked back at him. The faces of the two were so close that Anggita was forced to hold her breath longer. He was afraid that the smell of air in his breath smelled in Gilar's nose.

"The feeling of a gilar is only for you, Gita." - Gilar cried melodiously.

Anggita hesitated.

"And the feeling of an angel should only be for a gilar." Terka Gilar forced his heart.

Suppose you again obey. The face of Gilar is approaching. Grasping his hands so tightly. In just an instant Anggita limb would be a strange touch on her lips. He was surprised by the cold and soft sensation on his lips. A sweet touch that lasts a long time. Making his eyes spontaneously closed leaving dark.

I'm only for you, Gilar. Anggita Batin.

I'm just for you, Gita. Inner Gilar.

***TAM***