GRAF'S THEOREM

CHAPTER 6 PROMISE

The Dawn motor stopped right in front of Anggita's house, as drizzle began to pour that evening. Found both, Rangga was sitting on the porch seat of Anggita house, investigating the arrival of the two.

"Should I go, Ta?" ask Fajr half a whisper.

Anggita shook her head while smiling sweetly.

"You go home. I want to go too, Faj! Mama will be worried."

"OKAY. Let me know if there's anything?"

"Quiet down. He wouldn't dare to say anything about me! This guy is my own home. How the hell?"

"Eh, really. Yes already! I'm going home first, Ta. Take good care of yourself. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salam. Be careful on the road, too, Faj!"

The dawn goes by. Aggita opened the gate casually. Sitting across from Rangga without looking at the man.

"What's up, Rang? We had a conversation this afternoon at the library!" Angita.

Suddenly Rangga got up from the chair and stepped closer to Anggita. The girl nodded. Being alert was afraid that Rangga suddenly landed a punch or slapped him. However, the man even knelt down right in front of him. Makes the girl stiffen and confused.

"What else? Want to make sure I'm dating again? Stale know!" Angry fellow.

Highlight the eyes of Rangga looking at him fixedly. He could feel the shade from his gaze at that moment. The man was not trying to hurt her. Suppose you try to calm down, act like everything will be okay.

"Sorry, if all this time my attitude makes you not like, Ta. I promise I will change! Give me a chance to show you that I really love you very much."

Rangga's voice was low as usual. There was a strange vibration rustling in Anggita's heart, making him soften until he was willing to listen carefully word by word that came out of the mouth of the man in front of him.

"I know that you love me. The whole school knows that, Rang! You don't need to prove anything else if you love me."

I still choose ketus. He refused to soften just because the man was kneeling before him.

"Keep why do you always refuse me to make you your girlfriend?"

"Because I can't, Rang! I don't have any feelings for you. For me, you're just a regular class. Just like Gladis and Dawn."

"That means your feelings for Gilar are different?"

Angita was silent for a moment. There was a sudden fear that Rangga really knew how he felt about Gilar.

"He's just an ordinary guy, too. The proof is that we're not dating right now, are we?" Angita.

Indeed, deep down in Anggita he held a special feeling towards Gilar. The head of the motorcycle gang who was always seen as a demon for him has a heart as white as an angel, able to make him comfortable near him, so sometimes he always misses his presence. He realized all this thanks to Rangga who always sniffed himself. The appearance of Gilar like a wingless hero who suddenly embraces the fear and solitude of Anggita, making the girl feel the security she had been looking for all this time. Take refuge from the outrageous rancour of Rangga. Moreover, the lure of the Headmaster's child actually makes Anggita regret dealing with Rangga. However, since the arrival of Gilar in his life, Anggita began to enjoy his school days. Gilar's existence is like a sturdy shield that is invincible, able to withstand a series of attacks from Rangga's possessive and bossy figure. And in fact, Rangga only fell when faced with the man. Luck and misfortune that come to Anggita at the same time. 

"I promise, from today on I'll change, Ta. But, I don't know what I have to change for you to like me!" 

"Don't change just because I like you, Rang. Enough to be yourself! Don't bother making me like you."

"But, Ta...."

"Enough! I don't want to talk about anything else with you! I'm sick of it! Whatever you want to turn into anything, I don't care. Thank you for loving and loving me. But, sorry. I can't bales that feeling of yours. Excuse me!"

Anggita got up from the chair and stepped past Rangga who was still in a kneeling position.

"I will change and make you like me, Anggita. I promise!" exclaiming Rangga that makes Anggita look at him.

He turned to the man for a moment, but then he opened the door and stepped in. Close the door tightly. Letting Rangga go silent without a response.

"I promise, Ta! I will change and make you like me!" Rangga.

***

The days leading up to the end of the semester exams are really a time of tranquility for Anggita. Since Rangga declares himself will change, the man no longer interferes with his time in class. In fact, Anggita can enjoy the atmosphere of the cafeteria that he did not guarantee for a long time. Often he found that the man preferred to avoid, turn his face even though he passed each other, even he never visited his house again at night.

The semester exam passed. The days of remedial are coming. Anggita more often waited for Gladis in front of his class, waiting for the girl to follow the remedial that he almost did every day for a week after the final exam of the semester. Although the existence of Rangga never escaped his sight, the man never dared to approach him again. Not even a word of greeting. Although his heart pranced cheerfully, there was a slight emptiness of the estrangement between the two. He was sure it wasn't because he missed. It's just that, the fight of both of them is like a routine that is a pity to miss.

Friday is the last remedial day. Anggita was enjoying siomay in the canteen alone, only a few students were pacing there. The atmosphere was almost late in the afternoon, even some canteen shops were closed. His gaze was fixed on the figure of the man in the gray jacket with glasses perched before his eyes. Supposing to investigate carefully, he was sure that the man was not from his school. It is clear from the patterned pants he wears, while the Anggita school requires its students to wear gray pants. A young woman in a white hood accompanied his steps. At first glance, the faces of the two look similar, making Anggita speculate that they are brothers. The man suddenly turned his head towards him which made Anggita immediately turn away.

"Where? Don't you like school?" ask the woman in the grey jacket.

I turned back to look at both.

The man nodded as he looked around, "like. That's fair! The important thing is to deket the house, brother."

The crowd cheered in their hearts. Allegedly right! The woman was his brother, more precisely the older brother. But, who is that man? 

Not yet had his curiosity answered, his phone suddenly rang. Gladis called.

"Yes! I'm in the canteen!"

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"Oh, okay! I'm going there now! Hye!"

Hurried Anggita carrying her bag. Stepping past the man who turned out to be almost the same height as him. His thin body was so contrasting when the two looked at each other, the jaw of the cheek of the man was clearly visible. There was no rebuke or word whatsoever, the two just passed each other by. However, the man chose to keep looking towards Anggita who stepped further and further. 

"Womens?" lirihnya.

His sister patted the man on the shoulder, "why? You know the girl just now?"

The man nodded steadily.

"Just read his name on the nametag. Anggita Putri Wijaya's. Wijaya's your personal security guard, right?"

Her brother was silent for a moment. His eyes were turning in no direction.

"Oh... The Wijaya sir! Yeah, bener! That's the princess only wayangnya times!"

"It looks like that!"

"Oh, yes! There is a party at home. Mr. Wijaya must have brought his son. Just so you're acquaintances!"

"What the hell? Oh wow!"

"Same victory father driver does not make a loss!"

"What if his son is dirty?"

"Staying told to be clean!"

The man again directed his gaze towards Anggita leaving. However, the traces of the girl had disappeared. There was a small smile on his face. Followed by the name Anggita which he continuously rapal.

Meanwhile, Anggita found Gladis cupping his face on the table. His head bowed completely until when Anggita greeted him, the girl just lifted her head. Gladis Manyun's lips, several breaths came out from there.

"Where's the outcome? Good?" ask Anggita while sitting across from Gladis.

Gladis shook his head slowly. His eyes looked exhausted.

"Maybe we won't be classmates anymore, Ta."

"Loh, why?"

"The value associated with IPA majors has plummeted all! I'm resigned. Nothing in the IPS class either."

"Udah is final, Ta. All my grades are mostly around average values. Was ah! Play yuk!"

"Where to go?"

"Where are you! Which Dawn? The phone wasn't picked up!"

Gladis pressed his phone screen violently. His lips clucked many times.

"I have to walk home, Dis. Mom and dad have a show later. I was told to come with them. Sorry..," Anggita smiled brightly as she cupped her hands together on the table, "Fajar has come home from this afternoon. He said he'd help his mom sell!"

"Ih! You're all devoted children to parents? How am I going?"

Anggita's shoulders are raised together. He got up from his seat and waved his hand. Passed away leaving Gladis alone.

***

Anggita got off the taxi following Pak Wijaya and Bu Lala who had already stood outside. He looked at the two-story house carefully. White paint seems to dominate. In front of him was a vast garden of grass that was only overgrown with one unfertilized mango tree. Anggita stepped up following both of his parents. After pressing the bell almost three times, a middle-aged man with some white hair slipped between the black hairs on his head greeted them. The man hugged his father tightly, gave each other a pat and a smile. His mother just shook hands and asked him for news. The man now turned to him, extending his hand while looking at him fixedly.

"Women yeah?" ask the man.

Anggita returned the man's hand with both hands, then pulled it up to the forehead.

"Yes, sir," Anggita replied that immediately made the man laugh.

"Call for Om. Oh, Wahid!"

Angita nodded in shame. Om Wahid then brought his father followed him and his mother entered his house. Anggita's eyes began to investigate the contents of the room that first greeted him. Batik-patterned chairs arranged circular in the room. On the right wall there are several paintings of koi fish dominated by orange color as if swimming in a pond. 

Om Wahid and his father were sitting in different chairs. Sit facing each other. Mom and Anggita sat next to her dad. Anggita's view is now glued to the left wall that almost escaped his scan. The big pigura held five people inside, there was Om Wahid who was holding the hand of a white hooded woman beside him. His face looks old. We can clearly judge that the woman must be his wife. Then, his gaze turned towards a man standing behind the two, his tall thin body with glasses perched on his face. Beside him was a sweet smiling woman with a white veil like the wife of Om Wahid. His forehead shriveled, there was a familiar feeling to the young lady's face. Then he turned his gaze towards the young man on the other side of the tall man, both glasses and skinny. The difference in height is so contrasting. Again he felt familiar with the young man's face as well. However, despite many times trying to remember who the two were, Anggita failed to recognize who they were.

An appeal broke Anggita's focus when he found the old woman in the frame was now in front of him. Cuddling with his mother with a cramped face.

"This must be Angita. Aye, right?"

Anggita got up and grabbed the woman's hand, pulling her to the forehead. Then the two embraced each other.

"Yes, Auntie..," Anggita hesitated.

"Tante Rahma," she said, "call Aunt Rahma." Aunt Rahma's smile reduced her awkwardness.

"Just a second!" Aunt Rahma turned her head towards the room, "Randi! Nina's! Your guests have arrived! Come here for a minute!" the woman shouted followed by the appearance of a maroon-hooded woman and a young man in a plain white blouse shirt.

The maroon-hooded woman extended her hand first to Anggita.

"Milina!"

The hand reluctantly.

"Womens!"

The man in white shirt stretched his hand out to Anggita.

"Randy!"

Anggita looked at him for a moment before he returned the man's hand.

"Womens!"

Randi hurriedly let go of his hand. Anggita momentarily glued to look at his hand that is still outstretched. 

"We were in the school cafeteria. Ga inget?"

Kak Nina's question made Anggita turn towards her. A moment of silence while looking at Kak Nina and Randi alternately.

"ah! The one in the canteen, huh?" Angita.. 

Randi is a man in an ash jacket with pattern pants that he meets in the canteen, with Kak Nina following him. Anggita smiles triumphantly because he can remember both of them who have only ever passed each other at a glance.

Brother Nina looks happy Anggita can remember both. However, Randi chose nonchalantly and immediately sat down on the opposite seat. Followed by Kak Nina and Aunt Rahma who sat next to him. Randi who was sitting right across from Anggita continued to put on an expressionless face. Aggita who noticed the man also chose to pretend never met face to face, listening to the chatter of their parents who could not be understood. Even as long as the two families decide to eat dinner in the dining room, Anggita chooses to listen while stealing the eyes of Randi who never once smiled when the others laughed. The man was more silent and daydreaming by himself.

"What are your dreams?" questions from Om Wahid make Anggita stunned.

"Hmm. Gita ideals..," Anggita thought hard.

All this time he just wanted to study quietly, get the best grades in all subjects to maintain his scholarship. That's all!

"So doctor? The teacher?" ask Wahid again.

The lady smiled stiffly. He really doesn't have the right answer to that question.

"I freed the Gita to achieve her own goals, sir. Maybe at this time he is still weighing a lot," said Anggita's father.

"If Randi is what?" it was Bu Lala's turn to ask the youngest son Om Wahid a question.

Randi who had been silent had now set his eyes on all the pairs of eyes that were fixed on him.

"Internal Medicine Specialist, Aunt" he replied without hesitation.

"Well! So the doctor's family or so it will be, sir?" sela Ibu Lala guessed.

Om Wahid laughed out loud, "it was their own choice, ma'am. I am so thankful that they wanted to follow in my footsteps!"

Randi suddenly rose from his seat making his father's laughter stop, as well as another laugh. All eyes were back on him including Anggita.

"Randi wants a break."

Without waiting for a response, Randi left just like that. Making Om Wahid clucked many times that only his father admired.

"It's okay, sir." I won Om Wahid.

"Schoolers at Marga High School?" ask Om Wahid.

Anggita hesitated.

"Titip Randi, yeah!" said Om Wahid later.

Anggita's forehead shriveled.

"He's moving to High School next semester!"

Angita nodded reluctantly. 

After Randi left, Kak Nina invited Anggita to go outside the house. Kak Nina took Anggita to a gazebo not far from the park, located at the very back of her house that is not visible from the road. The two sat there accompanied by some biscuits and drinks. Anggita was reluctant to start the conversation until suddenly Kak Nina sat down beside him and grabbed his hand, grasping it tightly with a glaring eye.

"Can't you ask Gita for help?" ask Nina later.

"What do you ask for, brother?"

"Please be meen Randi, yeah!"

Angita. His eyes were slightly widened to hear Kak Nina's words. He did not know what to react to it other than to force the tip of his lips up to form a smile.