My Fat Girl

Goodbye

Gita looks at the last photos with Gilang that she took on the playground

His eyes were suddenly hot, and flowing at high speed drenched his cheeks. To the point that it doesn't take a long time to make himself as excited.

Kreekkk. He set his breath so as to disappear as he pleased.

"Why?"

Gita looked at Raka with pushy eyes.

"Raka." Gita was crying again.

"Now regretting?" Said Raka. Gita nodded slowly.

"When you want to do something, think first. Now then, who's hurt?" Raka nags Gita.

"Gue." he replied with a whim.

"Why don't you be honest with Gilang. Speaking of which is fine for Gilang to leave without you having to part." Raka advises Gita.

"Lo don't understand, I told you from yesterday. Besides, Gilang is also better to keep going."

"Why is that?"

"Well, if only tomorrow, or when..."

"What the hell are you so grubby."

"If Silang does not match the same I will not get both, so it is better now that he is disappointed." Gilang.

Yoke! Raka flicked Gita's forehead.

"It's a habit, you can't think of yourself. Don't think too much of anyone else."

"Gue wants to, too, but I can't see my loved ones getting hurt. So let Gita give up." Gita's getting more and more excited. Raka let out a long sigh then pulled Gita in her arms.

"Gue want to ask, the necklace given by Gilang really you sell?"

"Of course not, I still wear it." Gita showed me the necklace around her neck. "Which I may sell, this is the most valuable thing."

"Davit lo love what, by the way, how do you want to help you?" Raka curious. During this time their cousin brother was the most difficult if they were invited to cooperate with such problems.

"Secret."

"Tell me tomorrow to go, you want to stop?" ask Raka.

"No, I won't be able to release him. Let me be at home. Oiya. Kasiin this bracelet yes. But don't tell me this is not accepted. Same please take pictures of Gilang." Gita wiped her tears.

"Related?"

"Raka, please.., don't ask me again if there will be a shaky stance." Gita whining. Two did not want Raka to ask continuously because it could shake the belief that he had maintained for a long time.

"Yes, don't cry then. You have to take the risk of what you're doing." Raka ruffles Gita's hair and kisses her.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Recessing hunt." Raka leads Gita to her bed.

"Thank you Ka, because you've always been the best big brother to me."

"Don't say much, break hunt."

After Raka Gita wakes up again, she comes out of her blanket and picks up her phone.

He sees Gilang's contacts, usually every night they call even if only a few minutes. But now there is no more, Gita hard to feel lonely.

Gita after school took the time to buy a new number to contact Gilang without being discovered. Gia just wanted to hear his voice.

He hesitantly pressed down on Gilang's contact, then he stuck it in his ear.

"Please lift Brother.please.." Inner Gita. He hoped Gilang would lift his number.

"Well.." Gita was shocked when her phone was rejected by Gilang. Gita took a deep breath and tried to call again.

"Lo why the hell my calls continue, dengerin ya want to change hp number a hundred times I know. I told you I have a boyfriend. Don't bother me anymore!" He snapped and turned off his phone.

Gita throws her phone into the bed, "So bad, anyway who keeps calling Kak Gilang." Gita's upset.

Gita pulls the blanket over her head, she wants to go to sleep. When he woke up, he had a memory. He wanted to forget those sad times.

...♡♤♤♤♡...

Gita looks unsettled while traveling Raka. His heart began to calm.

"We're confused." Said Gita looking at Genta with a puzzled look.

"Sit here, same story Brother." Genta asks Gita to sit next to him.

After Gita finished telling the story, Genta stood up and took the key.

"Run take the helmet."

"Em."

"Gilang will hunt to fly." Genta.

"But Gita won't go there." Gita hasn't moved off the couch.

"Buruan!" exciting Genta. He did not want his brother to regret it. Gita immediately took the helmet.

Gita hugged Genta who was driving her motorcycle fast.

"Sister, is it still hunting?" gita asked while looking at the watch in her hand.

"Lo grip tighter." Genta increases the speed of the motor.

...♤♡♡♡♤...

Raka, Bayu, Vian, Fara and Anita have gathered to take Gilang away.

"Thank you guys, you're dropping me off." Gilang.

"We're gonna miss the same lo Lang." Bayu said while hugging a friend who had been three years he knew.

"Gue too, you also want to go to Jogja. When's departure?" ask Gilang.

"Tomorrow afternoon." replied Bayu as she let go of her embrace.

"Hah.it feels like just yesterday we played together now we want to separate" said Fara.

"Yes, if time could be turned again. I will definitely be friends with Kak Bayu and Kak Gilang since we entered first" said Anita.

"Just calm down, we'll see each other again." Silang calming.

"Disappear since coming to the airport wailing continues. He hopes Gita will come to deliver him. Although they are not together and she is angry, upset by her actions she wants to see Gita one last time.

"Gita will not come" said Raka.

"Who's waiting for Gita."

"I have a parting gift for you." Raka took something from her bag.

"What?" ask Gilang.

Raka gave a bracelet order from Gita, "Gue love this bracelet so you always remember the same we all in Indonesia. Friends who always miss you" said Raka.

"Of course I'll always remember you all." Gilang took the bracelet from Raka's hand and put it on.

"It's so good to wear it." Fara said.

"Of course, for special people, you have to find a good one" Vian said.

"We take a picture of yuk." take Vian.

"Yes make mementos." said Anita.

They immediately took a position. They took some selfies.

"Gue has to leave now, thanks for coming." Gilang embraces all his friends.

"Be careful, Brother Gilang, take care of our health, we all miss big brother" said Fara.

"Surely, you also take care of your health."

"Say there's one more." Raka gave a small box to Gilang.

"What's this?"

"Just open it when you get on the plane or when you get there."

"alright. Thanks to ya." Gilang waved his hand and walked towards the plane.

"Gilang." called Raka, and when Gilang turned to look Raka photographed Gilang as per Gita's request.