I WASN'T...

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I sat down slumped in the passenger seat, next to Gilang who was driving. We only played for an hour, but it was so tired.

"Lo's okay?" Gilang took a quick glance, then returned to pay attention to the road. "Lo face is pale. We need to go to the hospital?"

"No.. I just want to take a break."

Gilang pulled over his car. He let out a long sigh, then lowered the back of his chair. "Yes, let's take a break."

"Here?" ask me, do not believe the decision that Gilang take. Seriously he'll stop here, by the side of a fairly crowded highway?

"If you want to rest, I have to recede. If I keep going, we'll stray without direction from lo."

Gosh darn.. He was sweeter than I thought.

"If I stray, I'm wasting gas. Mubazir, right? That time you don't understand?"

Cancel it! Cancel me saying she's sweet!

"By the way, what do you think after our drama?"

I closed my eyes. Black filled my vision. The wind from the AC made my feathers bristled. "Gue doesn't want to draw conclusions with just one experiment."

"Gue, no problem pretending to be your girlfriend," said Gilang. "But, you have to remember, I'm pretty famous. One-two people, must know who I am."

"Lo shy about dating me?"

Gilang even spit up. "Cieh, so we're dating, huh?" goda.

I want to keep my head sane again. "Gil, seriously, dong!" I also put my chair back to sleep.

Gilang changed his sleeping position to be tilted facing me. "The reason I moved to suburban housing, because I felt tired of being chased by journalists. I want to live a peaceful life for a while and also make friends."

"Lo's that famous?"

"Yes, I'm famous, rich, and handsome!"

I swear, it's up to you, Gil!

"The thing is we're dating is just pretending, I don't have a problem. I've been in a relationship a lot and if you add the same lo, I don't have a problem. But you have to be ready too. If any journalist sees us, you have to play as well as you can. Make it look like we are a couple in love. With so-"

"-gue can keep his distance from Brother Satya!" i'm terka.

"What's on your mind, just Rena, huh?"

"He's my best friend. He was the only one who wanted to be with me after knowing I was sick and often bothered. Rena is a precious thing I want to take care of."

Crushed my head. "Good boy.."

"Newly know?"

"So, we agreed, huh? Our business is just pretend, no one can know."

"My parents?"

Gilang. "If our playful relationship is known to a wide audience, my good name will be tarnished. I don't want to be hard on my wife because I'm messing around."

"Emang all this time you've been seriously dating her?"

"Seriously, dong! I'm the kind of guy who values relationships!"

"Continue, why did it break up?"

"Say them, I'm too good for them."

I laughed at Gilang who replied with a proud look. "That's the classic excuse that people wear to kill their girlfriends!"

"Sokay know!"

I took a deep breath, calming myself. "Are we seriously going to rest here?"

"Whatever you want."

"Think, Non! Tomorrow Wednesday, you have to go to school!"

"If only, Gil!"

"Yes, yes, I can take you to Puncak," replied Gilang resigned. "Deb?"

"What?"

"It hurts, can't it heal?"

"Can."

Suddenly sit up straight until the car is swaying. He was staring at me. "Seriously? Can you?"

I nodded. "You want to hear my story from the beginning?"

"Long?"

I'm mangosteen. "Banget!"

"If so, we'll find a better place to tell a story, yuk?" bring him. "Beach? A cafe? A library? My house?"

"Home at home!" breaking me. "Your house could be the most relaxing place for a story."

"Hmm, feel at home, huh?"

I laughed when I heard it. I remember how we started our meeting. Meetings that are beyond logic and make the stomach twisted upset. I still remember how I hated the same stone head child this one, because Mother and Sister Dika became his allies.

Things like this, never crossed my head at all. Pretending to be the girlfriend of a famous writer, just to avoid the man she said liked me.

Mentally prepare if there are journalists who catch us, I never imagined. I feel my life will be straight until the end of my time, it can be this complicated.

Gilang returned to drive his car. As always, I have to be his personal navigator. Apparently, he's getting better at driving. Several times, Gilang dictated the path we were going to take.

Upon our arrival at home, I immediately took a shower and changed clothes, while Gilang waited at his house. Mother left us a wet cake that had just been made for us to eat together. It seems like you don't mind our closeness.

"Well! I happen to be hungry!" Crossed directly into one of the cakes. "I didn't eat painter!"

"Eat it not while standing!" I led him into the kitchen. The kitchen was cleaner and tidier than I thought. "That's a fire?"

"I never wear it."

"Ck, ck, ck," I'm bobbing heads. "Sit down!"

I say I tell you to sit down. He was silent like a puppy waiting to be fed. I researched the kitchen while preparing a wet cake on the plate. "It's a complete kitchen!"

"This is all my manager prepared. I take it right."

"Pantes is not smart. Keep it taken care of, anyway!" I turned around with a plate full of wet cakes. "Geez!" how shocked I was to see Gilang standing in front of me. His tall body seemed to devour my presence. "Shock! Why lo?"

"Gue is smart in everything," he corrected. "Gue is also smart."

I returned his eyes. The dazzling gentle eye light. I could see his face very clearly this time. He is skinny, but he is a handsome guy.

"Lo handsome!"

Gilang's face instantly turned red like a boiled crab. "What, anyway!"

"Yes, you know!" I put the plate on the table. My hand grabbed her slightly messy hair. "Why haven't you been dancing like this? I've seen you a few times on television, but not this good!"

"Aargha!" She covered her face with both hands. "Not to be kicked! I am a handsome guy! Don't talk anymore!"

"Why? I really muji! Why are you acting wrong?" I insisted that his hands not cover his face anymore. Want to capture Gilang's current expression, to be used as a joke in another day.

"Don't look!" She pulled me to the point of falling into her arms. My brain stopped working. I just kept quiet, letting Gilang wrap his hands around my body.

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