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

Chapter 15: The Enchantment of Dhea.

A moment later, the two of them fell silent. Then Dhea took a long breath.

"Hem..., so now you're serious about playing violin ? ".

" Yuphhh, ", said Gilang steady.

" How long has Lang been ? ".

" Since I was six years old, when since I prefer to play the ukulele, but somehow even fell in love with the violin." said Gilang with a small laugh.

" Yahh.., maybe the appeal is more to the violin", timpal Dhea. "When will Heri put on the show then Lang..? ".

" I don't know.pak Heri hasn't confirmed with me.. ".

" Well what about your lecture Lang?, isn't the focus divided ? ".

" Yaaaahh as smart - we are the ones who set it up, should be able to divide the time. Anyway want how else, it's been the way like this. ", said Gilang while raising his hands up.Dhea smiled amusedly.

" What about you, still in college? ", ask Gilang back. Dhea just sighed cape.

" I didn't go to Lang's college, but my dad wanted me to go to college and take medicine, but my heart was like a rebel. My brain has stuck with the same lesson.Fortunately papa ga maxain me. Because I'm an adult" Dhea told me. Silence and listen. But it turned out that this was what Gilang had in mind. " Gosh, Dhea really grew up to be a beautiful girl. Surely all men crave - crave a woman as beautiful as her. There must have been many handsome and rich men who approached her, whether I deserved it, whether I deserved to walk with her, and whether I deserved to be her boyfriend. This time Gilang became doubtful. Doubts about himself can coexist with Dhea. How fast am I ? Do I have to back off and lock up my intention to say love to him. Gilang started to limp. Arrive - arrive.

" Lang?! It is your turn to not focus?! ", Dhea's voice broke Gilang's daydream. This time it was Gilang's turn to wave.

" Ad..ada kok.malah..focal focus" said Gilang while grinning the horse. Gilang lie. "What focus...?! ", said Dhea while squinting her eyes.

" that... You said earlier that you would rather study in Indonesia than in the Netherlands" said Gilang nervously.

Dhea just glared. " I don't tell stories like that Lang" Dhea said. It's just a whiny. Dhea punched Gilang's shoulder but was not tight, so Gilang just laughed.

" Then what about your parents, do they plan to stay there forever? ,ga want to go back to Indonesia again?" asked Gilang seriously.

" I don't know Lang, papa didn't say anything back then. He never discussed it at all, because it was too busy with his work", said Dhea.

" What about your mother?, does she also agree that you are not going to college? ", ask Long. Suddenly Dhea fell silent and lowered her head . I realized that there was something wrong with her.

" Dhea....?, Dhea Why are you?, am I speaking wrong? ", asked Gilang confused. Dhea remained silent. But he finally said.

" Well, is there no Lang? ", said Dhea slowly.

" Mom... You mean... , your mama? ", Gilang did not continue.

" Mama is dead" said Dhea sadly, her eyes slightly glazed over.

" Aunty Siska.", muttered Gilang slowly. "

How long has it been? ", ask Gilang.

" Our arrival in the Netherlands, my mother often complained of pain in her chest. But whenever papa wants to take her to the doctor, she always refuses. He just said he'd be okay. But in fact, from day to day his condition gets worse, even his hair falls out" said Dhea nervously. His body was trembling, his tears were almost down, but he was trying hard. Gilang just kept his head down.

" Breast Cancer", Inner Cross in the heart. Dhea continued her story.

" I was little Lang, I couldn't do much. I just kept quiet to see papa panicking, and could only cry every time I saw my mom whimpering in pain. Every day the pain torments him. Until one day, mama was not able to withstand the pain, but mama still had time to tell, if papa can find a replacement for mama, as long as the person should be able to love Dhea. Papa just shut up, then nodded. Mama looked at me for a moment", this time Dhea was unable to hold back her tears. Dhea was crying sobbing - sobs.

Gilang could only silently look at Dhea, her eyes slightly puffy.

" Mama looked at me for a while, and smiled at me Lang", "You're fine as papa well, nurut equally papa, love equally papa, don't be reckless, be a strong woman". Mama said to Dhea. Then she grimaced in pain and at that moment she.... Mama breathed her last... Lang". Dhea is sobbing. I tried to shake my mother's body, but she remained motionless.... Mamma... Mama's gone Lang... ". Dhea covered her face with both hands. The crying is getting louder. Gilang stood up and walked towards Dhea. For a moment he stopped and hesitated. Spoken in worry. But at last he was reckless, slowly - the land he embraced to his last stand.... Gilang hugged Dhea.

" Are you sure you don't want to go in first Lang? ", ask Dhea . It's just shaking.

" Later Dhea makes warm tea" said Dhea smiling.

" Next time, it's not good with your omah" said Gilang while showing himself drenched.

" Omah never fussed Lang" Dhea said with a small laugh. Gilang is just clumsy.

" Yes, but next time , stop here well", said Dhea. Gilang smiled.

" yaph, ready boss!! , said Gilang seriously. Dhea laughed off.

" If so I go home first well", said Gilang.

" Greetings to your Omah", said politely.

" Yes...be careful on the road well Lang...? ", said Dhea.

" Yes." replied Gilang briefly.

" Okay... bye."., said Dhea.

" Bye."., reply Gilang.

Then the two looked at each other . Silent. Suddenly they were misbehaving.

" well... I'll go home now" said gilang

"Yuph. ", reply Dhea clumsy.

" Well ..I.m going now.." said Gilang worry.

" Yes.bye." said Dhea waiting.

Then the cross was ready - ready to go, but suddenly so hesitant. Like wanting to convey something but heavy spoken. Then Dhea said.

" Oh yes Lang.thank you, I am here today, I want to be horrified to confide in me...".

"Dhea., you don't want to thank me, you are my best friend, it's appropriate that I hear your words" Gilang said with a smile.

" I'm sorry to Lang if I have troubled you, until it rains - rain like this, I should not involve you in my problems ... ".

" Dhea..., Dhea.., don't say that. Because I don't feel, you bother me..engga Dhea, a.. I'm glad to be with you today, and you....you are my best friend...

You heard Dhea, your problem is also my problem ", Gilang said as he got off his bike and approached Dhea. Dhea just looked down sad.

" But...., but Lang...., ak...I've left you....., then do I still deserve to be your best friend..? ".

Then Gilang took hold of Dhea's face and raised his face so that he could see Gilang.

" oohhh..... Dhea... Dhea with me, you can't say that, you better not talk about it again, okay. Anyway I've forgotten about that problem, don't you discuss that problem again. Don't feel guilty like that, and for me, most importantly we've met again, that's enough for me... Dhea".

"But Lang...the guilt always overshadowed me.., always tormenting my mind .., and maybe, you can hate me, if you remember it again Lang... ".

Suddenly Dhea retreated, away from Gilang. Disoriented, then Dhea turned around and ran away..