Little Time Fairy Tale (The Story Of Gilang And Dhea).
Chapter 11: I'm in Love, Lang !
"You why else Lang?, quarreled with Dhea huh ? ", asked his mother, Gilang just kept quiet, then he shook his head.
" Gilang did not meet Dhea bu" said Gilang not excited. My mom and dad were astonished.
" Who can you?, where did you turn Lang ?, did you stray ? ", asked his father while scratching - scratching his clear head - clearly not itching.
" Or have you forgotten Dhea's home address ? ", timpal her mother. Gilang still shook his head. His sister just stared in wonder and then returned to feed the remaining fried rice into his mouth.
" What are you doing all day ? ", asked her mother in wonder.
" Gilang met Mr. Heri earlier, in the middle of the road.. ".Gilang was silent for a moment.
" So...? ", wait mom.
" It turns out that Gilang canceled to Dhea's house, because rpak Heri invited Gilang to the campus to see Gilang training has gone how far".
"Then...? ".
" Yahh.., Mr. Heri wants to immediately hold the music show before the building is rented to someone else ".
"Are those shows really going to be televised ? ", ask father.
Then Gilang also told about his activities to the father but Gilang like not excited. Though far - far away the previous day, Gilang was so enthusiastic when someone asked about things related to his hobby and pleasure. Especially about violin. And Gilang is always excited when he is training. Even impatiently he waited until the day of the show. Ipenk until tired of being asked continuously by Gilang who every day waiting for news from Heri sir.
But now, for some reason with now, Gilang became less focused. Since the presence of Dhea back, Gilang so divided his focus, he was like a dilemma. Either you have to choose which one to prioritize, practice for the show later or your childhood playmates. Everything is on the verge of worry. Everything made Gilang become dizzy, and made him daydream more.
"Already, Lang...eat first.", reprimanded his mother. " Tomorrow on Sunday, you just play there while bringing by - by, or his favorite food Dhea", persuade his mother, the father just nodded. Gilang agreed and started eating.
On the other hand, Dhea was having dinner with her Omah. Dhea looked gloomy, moreover there was no explanation from Gilang in the slightest about what was happening today.
Dhea became unexcited, for some reason she became limp, like losing her body. Rice in front of him only make toys, his spoon in a swivel, while his people daydream manyun. Omah so confused, look at Dhea like this.Sadly too, see her grandson so not excited to live.
"Dede... ".
Dhea just shut up.
" If Dede doesn't eat, then Dede can get sick ".
Finally Dhea wanted to smile even though it felt bland. But Dhea also does not want Omah to be worried, because Omah is also sick again.
So Dhea just ate it even though she had to. Omah also smiled with relief, finally Dhea wanted to eat too. And every mouthful of rice that came in was all tasteless. Not because Omah cooking is not good, but Dhea's appetite is no longer there, there is no mood. Omah really wants to talk about the problem, but Omah so undo his intentions, it's because his Dhea again wants to eat, maybe after finishing a new meal Omah will discuss it. After scooping the last feed was also accompanied by a sigh of relief, Dhea took a glass filled with white water and gulped it down. He leaned back slowly - the land on his chair and began to laugh.Omah also started a conversation with heart - heart.
"Emmm..De..., omah may know ga, what happened this afternoon ? ".
Dhea just looked at Omah, then smiled.
" It's nothingwhat's Omah.. ".
" Dede sure?, asked Omah to make sure.
"Yes Omah.., I'm fine (i'm fine).
Dhea just kept quiet, then shook her head while smiling stiffly.
" Why can it be? , did Gilang also not contact his mobile phone Dede ? ".
Dhea still shook her head and bowed. Omah so sorry to see Dhea like that. And Omah began to understand what had happened to his grandson. With heart, Omah asked Dhea.
" Dede dear...sama Gilang..? ".
Dhea who asked Omah remained silently bowed.
" or don't - don't. ", inner Omah.
" Dede....love is the same as Gilang ? ".
Dhea slowly - the land raised her head and looked at Omah deeply, her eyes began to look glassy, then she nodded slowly. And omah smiled too.
" It seems that Omah's grandson is in love. ", Omah said still smiling, Dhea walked towards Omah, then sat down next to Omah. Dhea lay her head on Omah's lap crying sobbing. Omah gently stroked Dhea's hair lovingly.
" If Dede is indeed fond of the same Gilang, if Dede likes the same Gilang, why not just reveal Dede to Gilang ? ", said Omah gently.
" Omaaaahh...., time must be Dhea first anyway.?", asked Dhea still sobbing, then Dhea got up and sat facing Omah.
"Dede.".", said Omah slowly. " Love can be revealed by anyone, not necessarily men, not necessarily women, anyone can go first. Don't prestige. It is natural and will not drop the dignity or self-esteem of the person. Because love is beautiful, anyone can express it. And if it's in the dam, it'll only torture ourselves. And omah has already felt that" said omah as she wiped the tears of Dhea, who had soaked her cheeks.
" But Omah, ", for a moment Dhea hesitated. Omah wait.
" But what is Dhe....? ", Omah was curious.
" But the cross did not come Omah, is Gilang still angry with Dhea, does Gilang just want revenge with Dhea....? ", said Dhea sadly.
" Don't think about it - no, maybe Gilang again there's a problem" Omah told Dhea.
" Why don't you pick up the phone when Dhea calls her, Omah....? ", asked Dhea still not satisfied with Omah's explanation.
" It may not be the right time to pick up the phone from Dhea... ".Omah tries to convince Dhea to calm down.
" That's it, Omah? ", ask Dhea again. Omah just nodded and smiled softly.
" Thank you very much Omah" said Dhea, hugging Omah. His mind was calmer. Omah stroked Dhea's hair gently.
"Dhea Iaaaang very much the same Omah" said Dhea while wiping her tears that were still dripping.
" Omah is also very similar to Dede" said Omah slowly while rubbing his eyes slightly glazed - glass, because Omah remembered something. Something we don't know yet, and so does Dhea.
"Omah.., Dhea apologizes well, because it has involved Omah into this problem, so Omah participated sadly.. ".
" What's De...., Dede don't talk like that.., Dede is Omah's grandson, so Omah should have felt what Dede felt. Dhea was more moved, she hugged Omah tightly.
