GRAF'S THEOREM

CHAPTER 9 THE HEAD OF THE MOTOR GANG

Gladis patted Gilar on the shoulder several times until the man turned his head.

"Just be kind, Mr. Daughter! Watch out for fuck! I scribbled you off our group list!" threaten Gladis while sticking his fingertips to the front of Gilar's face.

Only a nod was given by Gilar in response before the girl chose to go and chat with Rangga. Anggita only pay close attention to the two cousins seem to be at odds.

"Let's ride!" pinta Gilar makes Anggita's view now turned to him.

Assume obedient without commenting a bit. He put his bag right on his lap, becoming a barrier between him and Gilar. Gilar looked at it for a moment.

"Should his bag be put there?" protests later.

Chief Anggita slightly approached, "should! Make sure you're afraid there's a pull on my bag if the bag is carried in the back!" timpal Anggita defended himself.

"Yes! It's up to the Princess! Hold on tight. Afraid that even the Lord Daughter is in a mess of people!"

Gilar started the engine. I guess we still don't budge. He chose to hold his bag so tightly. Again Gilar turned to him.

"Handle dong, Ta. Later begal loh," pinta Gilar half-glassed.

The victim nodded without hesitation. Gilar took a long breath.

"Yes, already. Hold my shirt! Can it? Don't hug Dilan's kayak with Milea anyway."

Angita was silent for a moment. Not doubt, but shame. Since sitting on the motorcycle seat right behind Gilar, looking at the man's back from a close distance, his heart had already rumbled cheerfully. Wanting him to run as far as possible and yelling happily, celebrating his victory could be a piggyback with Gilar. But what he did was to block the distance between the two. Although only a bag, this can be a fortress of self-defense so as not to be caught is experiencing happy feelings. He was afraid to unconsciously hug Gilar from behind. He should always be conscious. Maintaining his self-esteem so as not to be discovered is under the feeling of happiness.

"the hunt! If you don't want to, you won't leave!" threaten Gilar.

"Must yeah?"

I thought I wanted to, but....

"You didn't hear that Gladis said what? I have to take care of you. Means during the trip there, I must be sure you are behind me or not. At least I know you're holding my shirt. Danger if I'm scribbled off the group list, Ta!"

Angita. Slowly he moved both hands. Wrestling both sides of Gilar's uniform tightly.

"God, Gil!"

"Into the soul!" gerutu Gilar ended decak sebal.

In the lyrics Anggita who even shrugged both shoulders. The girl smiled wryly which was able to make Gilar follow a smile.

"whatever! The important thing is not to get out of the group!"

Suppose giggling. The motor began to run through the rest of the blistering. Penetrating the wind that sometimes blows strong makes Anggita's hands sometimes hold both sides of Gilar's clothes tighter. It was as if the wind was about to blow him away from where he was at the moment. He looked at Gilar's back. A smile continued to unravel on his face. Blinds healed. His longing for Gilar has been treated.

While Gilar occasionally looks at Anggita's face from behind the rearview mirror. Smile their. Blinds healed. His longing for Anggita has been treated.

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It has been almost an hour for the six people in school uniforms to sit in a circle. Despite the fact, Rangga, Randi, and Gilar who happen to be sitting next to each other play more with their phones. Although Gladis had repeatedly scolded the brand, pinned Rangga's head to keep his phone, pitying so that Randi would join the task, and persuaded Gilar not to take a reading book carelessly.

"Business is still on omelin! The chairman is kalem!" gilar Protest.

Dawn prefers to be silent as if it is ready for the current situation. Suddenly Anggita got up from his seat. Wiggling with a loud moaning sound, made the three men who were looking down obediently on their phones, raising their heads simultaneously staring at him. Their eyes were glued to see Anggita take off her hairband. Repair her hair ties and wind up.

"I'm going to go out for a moment" he said later, "want to get some food."

Without asking anyone for their consent, Anggita left the group. Gilar and Randi simultaneously got up from their seats. For a moment the two looked at each other confused.

"Where are you guys going?" ask Gladis. The girl had eyes as sharp as an eagle.

"Follow Gita! Suddenly laper too, Dis." Gilar said honestly.

"Mode! Beware that macem-macem!" threat Gladis. The girl's eyes were now on Randi who without saying anything stepped away.

"Randy! Where are you going?" the girl shouted then.

Only a wave of hands given Randi. Choosing to continue walking offset the steps of Gilar who was getting closer to the exit. The Gladis and Dawn that were paying attention to them were only able to resist growling. Since then the two of them, including Rangga who was still at home sitting with his cellphone, did nothing to help work on their group tasks to get it done immediately.

"Tumben didn't follow the Gita!" ledek Gladis's.

Rangga did not budge. His two thumbs were busy pressing the phone screen. Dawn elbowing Gladis. He signals her to be quiet.

Meanwhile, Anggita and Gilar were sitting side by side in a long wooden chair that was provided right near the meatball cart. This street vendor base is located directly across from the library. The two eyebrows wrinkled to see the behavior of Randi who was watching the meatball seller sharply.

"Latin is so great! Never seen a saucy meatballer, huh?" ledek Gilar's.

Randi nodded without hesitation. His face shriveled with unwillingness like there was something he did not like.

"If you don't like meatballs, go find some other food!" timpal Anggita.

There is an unpleasant feeling to see the behavior of Randi who refused even a moment to smile. The face attached from him was more like someone who was disgusted at seeing things. Suddenly Randi waved at Anggita, giving the girl a signal to get closer to him.

For a moment he turned to Gilar. The man shrugged his shoulders unconcerned. Anggita got up and approached Randi. Suddenly the man pulled his hand away from the wagon, causing Gilar to rise from his seat. But can only watch them from there because of the sound of meatball sellers calling him.

"Wait a moment, Mang. I eat here too!" With a face full of smiles, he asked the meatball seller not to worry.

Meanwhile, Anggita releases her hand from Randi's grasp when the two are not far from the meatball cart.

"Why the hell?" ask Anggita risi.

Anggita's forehead frowned, "believe! Why why?"

Randi turned his head for a moment towards Gilar standing watching them. Suddenly he brought his head closer to Anggita until the distance of the head of the two were close together. Angita.

"The bowl's not washed, Ta. You didn't see the laundry? Just put some water in a small bucket. That's also murky! It's filthy!"

Angita shuffled away. One end of his lips raised with a croak sound.

"What the hell are you talking about? It's strange! If you don't like meatballs, find a good meal. I've never seen a street vendor sell five!" Angita grunting.

When he was about to move his legs away, Randi again held his hand. Suppose fending.

"What else is it? I want to eat! Meatballs I've been. It's not good if it's cold!" Angry fellow.

Randi put his hands in his jacket pocket, "I can't eat in a kayak gini, Ta. Find somewhere else how? I paid it!"

Anggita clucking. His lips he tightened. There was a laugh of ridicule coming out of his mouth later.

"I want to eat here! Thanks offer. You can go by yourself. Excuse me!"

Anggita hurriedly stepped away before Randi again held her back. He approached Gilar who was waiting for him. Take the bowl of his order that has been served. The two sat side by side holding a meatball bowl because there was no table provided there. However, both of them seemed undisturbed. Meatball noodles slowly on their gluttony. While Randi chose to go by. Cross the street and return to the library.

"Why Randi?" gilar asked after swallowing his last meatball.

Angita shook his head slowly. There was a laugh that he could not endure any longer.

"Later the story, Gil. It's too funny to tell a story here!" I Anggita while continuing to giggle even though the food in his mouth is still not swallowed perfectly.

"Ease the food first, Princess!"

"What the hell called that kayak? Shame to know!"

Gilar did not respond. He looked at Anggita who was still busy spending meatballs carefully. Happiness is clouding his feelings. However, a hand patting his shoulder made his gaze distorted.

The smile on his face disappeared instantly when he found a man in a black leather jacket, with several earrings hanging from his ears standing before him. Gilar hurriedly got up from his seat and dragged the man away from the place without saying anything to Anggita. The girl who had just pressed down on her food could only fall silent. Anggita got up from his seat, but his steps were forced to stop as Gilar continued to walk away from his place.

"How much is that, Mang?" anggita asked for a moment to look towards the meatballs, but returned to set his eyes looking for the figure of Gilar.

The man disappeared from his sight.

"Udah was paid for his Aa, Neng!" reply the seller.

After saying thank you, Anggita ran after Gilar's trail away. However, the girl did not find her whereabouts. Unyielding, Anggita continued to run further and further away from the place where the street vendor base five. There are closed shophouses that are neatly lined up to welcome him.

Anggita turned to and fro looking for the whereabouts of Gilar. The worry made him continue to run in an uncertain direction. Today he just laid down his longing on Gilar. Can say hello and joke again with the curly-haired man. In fact, being able to engage with it is an achievement worth being proud of. He doesn't want to lose Gilar anymore.

Sweat has poured on the temple Anggita. But the girl was reluctant to stop stepping even though her breath was already wheezing. Only the name of Gilar is he in his mouth and heart, and his mind. His steps stopped in front of an alley, the separation between one shophouse and another shophouse. Gilar was on the ground. The spontaneous person ran towards him.

"Gillars!" his screams made Gilar spontaneously turn his head.

Before Anggita almost got closer to him, Gilar had already hurriedly got up and with staggered steps stopped Anggita's steps. The girl looked at him with a worried look.

"Your face..," said Anggita while trying to touch the bruised face of Gilar. He could not bear the tears that had accumulated since he ran around looking for Gilar because of his worry.

Gilar holds both shoulders. Smiling as if there was no pain he felt even though his face was full of wounds.

"It's okay, Git. I'm all right! Don't cry here. Bother later!" pinta Gilar while removing the tears that had come out of both eyes Anggita.

Gilar clasped Anggita's hand. His body turned to face the man in a black leather jacket who turned out behind him was standing by several other men. He let the girl stay behind him, holding the girl's hand.

"Daughter, Gil?" ask the man in the black jacket.

Anggita tried to peek out from behind Gilar's body. The man in the black jacket smirked at him. Anggita was stunned and chose to take refuge behind Gilar's back. His hand grip is getting tighter. She's terrified.

"No. He's my classmate!" gilar said while squeezing Anggita's hand.

However, the girl was even glued. The answer given by Gilar is true, but there is a sudden feeling of pain that runs through him. Gilar said the truth. It was the wrong thing to like that guy.

"Can dong be contacted? I just broke up with Intan!" the man in the black jacket began to step forward. Makes Gilar increasingly hold the hand of Anggita tightly.

"Beautiful is also the girl behind you!" keep the guy.

Gilar tried not to be intimidated. He stood in his place without flinching.

"Lo want to meet this girl?" challenge Gilar while turning a little towards the frightened Anggita.

"Sorry! He's my target!"

Anggita. He really did not understand the meaning of the target that Gilar meant was good or bad. Given the current situation is not a situation that can be said to be good. Either he was serious with his words or just bluffing so that the man in a black jacket did not dare to approach him.

His current circumstances made him realize again that Gilar was no ordinary man, an ordinary disciple. He is the head of the XXX motorcycle gang. Happiness can laugh with him back as if covering that reality from the mind Anggita stuff for a moment. Enjoy meatballs at street vendors without worry.

The man laughed out loud. Suppose we dare to peek at him again.

"It's good that way! I'm getting more and more interest in girls! Hand him over to me all right, Gil. Because it's useless if you fight me too. No draw! This is my territory! And you dare to step foot here? You have to accept the consequences! Serahin tuh chick and lo I loose. How's it?"

Angita. He's really in the wrong situation. Although he wanted to blame Gilar's carelessness for daring to bring his group here, Anggita could not do it. He knew that Gilar was simply following the will of the rest of the group. It is impossible to refuse just because of his personal affairs. This is the Gilar he has known all along. The head of the angel-hearted motorcycle gang.