Little Time Fairy Tale (The Story Of Gilang And Dhea).

Chapter 12: Can't Stop Thinking About You.

That night Gilang was in his room. From the look of his face it is seen that he is confused mixed with anxiety, after finishing looking at his cellphone.

Where the hell is that child, Inner Gilang. Not active anyway. Gilang also put his body on the mattress that is not so soft.

His mind began to glare. Suddenly he shouted.

"Arrrrgggghhh...!!!, no..., no..!! ", erang.

Gilang's shout turned out to make his mother so shocked and tried to knock on the door of Gilang's room.

" Laaang..., Gilang.., what - what the hell.?!, kok yelled - yelled so, embarrassed by the neighbors", said the mother from behind the door of her room Gilang.

"Ahhh..engga what is - what is ma'am.", replied Gilang relaxed.

" What's wrong - what is it, yelled so.???, like a possessed person" said the mother as she passed from her room Gilang.

Gilang continued his daydream. No way, when I fell in love with Dhea. How could that have happened. Anyway it's not possible. Reluctant. Don't make. We were childhood friends. Why can't I stop thinking about him. Why is his face always shadowed - the shadow in my mind. Oh, my God, I can't forget it. I am truly in love.

Love with Dhea. O Lord, show me the way for your servant. Inner Cross. He also looked at his cell phone. Should I call Dhea, then express my feelings for her. No, what if he doesn't like it. Just don't want to see me again. Gilang also undoes his intentions.

Then go back and forth, roll there, roll here rich little boy. Suddenly he woke up and stood up and took his violin.In his heart, he thought, usually if people again kasmaran certainly can come up with ideas or create a song about his feelings.Gilang was ready - ready to swipe his violin. And it turns out Gilang is wrong. The music that came out of the friction of his violin was even random - a chaotic scene, tangled like his chaotic mind. He stopped playing the violin, then grunted. The violin was kept back, after that slam his body into the mattress, because the mattress is not so soft. He could only grimace in pain. While rubbing - rub her sore hips. Gilang was determined that tomorrow morning he would play to Dhea's house and reveal all his heart, tomorrow it happened to be Sunday. Later tonight he may not be able to go to Dhea's house, because the rain that fell non-stop from noon. And tonight is a gray Sunday night, because everything is not going as you wish.

On the other hand Dhea also did not want to lose, after dinner and chatted a lot with Omah, now Dhea was in the room, while struggling under the covers. Dhea imagined Gilang's face. This was all true - like Dhea's dream in the heart. Because suddenly he wanted to go home to Indonesia to meet Omah and of course also Gilang, he just wanted to know the news Gilang. After a long time apart, and just want to apologize to Gilang, and make up for his mistakes, but instead so another he continued, even so fell in love, the inner Dhea in the heart while biting the blanket, biting the blanket, Dhea laughed amusedly by herself. Then Dhea imagined from the first time he met Gilang, when he hit a cross with his bicycle, then his reflex fist, peeking at Gilang under a tree near the campus and visit their playground as a child. Then joking, telling stories, also when he gave a surprise for Gilang and celebrated Gilang's birthday with his family. When he was driven home by Gilang, everything felt beautiful. Dhea returned her own smiles.

" Met night yah Lang, met bobo", whispered Dhea again. Then his gaze began to look far away and slowly - the land he began to fall asleep.

That night time showed eleven o'clock past thirty minutes. The rain had stopped, leaving droplets - drops of water from each side of the roof as well as the ends of the leaves that were splashed with rain long enough, during the Gilang wait for a quick - fast change of days, and, hurry to the next morning, because he has a mission.

But even tonight he could not close his eyes. How can you not sleep - sleep is also complicated, how can be fast - fast tomorrow, to go through tonight is so difficult. And rather than Be-te, Silang mengingan Gilang imagine the events at that time. The moment he met Dhea back. When Dhea hit him with a bicycle, Dhea gave him a death fist, when she met Dhea at the campus gate, when they were in their playgrounds as children, the moments they came back joking around there, and the times when Dhea gave her a surprise and celebrated her birthday with her family, all felt wonderful, all the burdens of the mind were gone.

While imagining that, he became a smile - his own smile, his own laugh. Until finally Gilang was silent. " I love you Dhea! ", said Gilang arrived - arrived.

" Met night Dhe, met bobo, beautiful dream well", whispered Gilang slowly.

Now Gilang began to yawn, but he still imagined the good times until he really fell asleep.

The cold night brought them to sleep. And even tonight Gilang's request was granted that he wanted to quickly change the day, to tomorrow morning. And in this morning exactly at six past thirty minutes, Gilang was awake but his eyes were still reluctant to open. Maybe Gilang's body hasn't returned completely. He still seemed to be floating, wanting to sleep again but was unable to sleep. Suddenly his eyes swiggered and he swiftly searched for his cellphone which turned out to be in the corner of his bed. Gilang also grabbed a phone that had been cracked on the edge of the screen.But he never cared, although many protested with his cellphone, namely his own campus friends. They all just advised Gilang to change a new mobile phone without buying it for Gilang.If Gilang protested to his friends, at most they just replied "it was just a suggestion from us ".Ih norak..

And once again, Gilang and Ipenk were arguing about the phone. Ipenk protested to Gilang, if Gilang had to quickly change his phone before he was out of date, but Gilang replied casually, "That ugly phone on the front, it's just a case, it's a case, the important thing in it is still good, can still make, "hello - hello".

On the contrary human, sometimes in front of him good, but the inside ugly. Can't do it, "hello - hello".

And the condition of the phone is what is still durable in Gilang's grip. But how strange, no one called or sent a message to his phone. Gilang also became weak.