My Fat Girl
Stroke II
“Gimana
the state of Gita?” ask Gilang.
“Not yet
siuman.” Fara said while looking at Gita to make sure her best friend returned
we are either human or not.
“Kalian
I can go back to class so I can take care of Gita. All right, let him I guess
several hours will not enter.” Gilang UCA.
“Ok.
Um.. Raka?” Fara looked worried yet to see Raka.
“Dia
doin' fine. He'll be here soon.” Obviously Gilang made Fara relieved.
Anita and Fara nodded slowly then went to class.
Crossbreed
dragging her seat slowly, she saw Gita's bruised face.
“Pasti
very sick, why do you often really divide yourself for people who you love. Could not
to think first when acting.” Gilang rubbed Gita's hair slowly. Gita
writhing, his two eyes slowly opened.
“Kak
Missile.” Said slowly.
“Finally
siuman also.” Gilang's anxious face turned relieved.
“Raka?”
Gita wakes up from her sleep.
“Gue
here.” He said from the doorway and went in close to Gita.
“Lo
is it okay?” Gita looks at Raka from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.
“According
lo?”
“Is..
ngeselins. I'm worried too.”
“Makanya
don't be soo-soan lo, look at your now-fine face. In abiding by my Gilang
gratefully.”
Plaaac!
Gilang hit Raka's shoulder so as not to talk anyways.
“Sickness
still in jokingin.” Gilang.
“Weeekk.”
Gita stuck out her tongue because in bela Gilang.
“Yes
I've just pulled it out of being a goat congek here.” Raka's out
while waving hands.
++
As such
galang's request, Gita waits for him near the Garage as Gilang picks up
things left behind in class.
“Gita.”
Call Devan.
“Devan, ,
what's up?” Gita's eyes widened to see Devan's battered face. “Why
lo's face? Are you the same fight rack?” Gita
about to hold Devan's cheek but he paled directly.
Devan
just speechless looking at Gita with a look full of regret, she was attractive
gita's hands then hugged her.
“Gita
sorry, I didn't mean to do any of this. I accidentally hurt lo.”
Gita
speechless frozen, his thoughts returned to the mass then as he hugged Devan when
he was bullied by his friends.
“Gue
just miss you guys, I don't know how to get close to you two. I'm like this to get
your attention.”
“But..”.
Gita's words were held for a while, it did not feel strong to open the old wound. “Why do you
used to insult me? Is that also kangen flavor?” He said with weight.
“Gue
just realized I'm khilaf, indeed my mouth likes can not be set.”
“Then
I'm still fat, don't take care of the body are we going to be this close?” Ask
Gita with teary eyes.
Crossbreed
standing next to Devan and Gita, she pulls Gita's hand up to Devan's embrace
undone.
“Sayang
time to go home.” Gilang pulls Gita's hand. Cross chest feels hot, wants
once hit Devan but he continues to hold and act cool in front of Devan.
Gilang pulled Gita's hand up to the parking lot, she opened the door and then
closing rather loudly made Gita shocked. Pass in and turn on
machine, his face turned cold.
“Kak, ,
I can explain everything. It's not like what Brother Gilang saw.” Gita
trying to explain it.
“For him
what I saw.” Said Gilang coldly and look cute with Gita.
“Devan
come and apologize, he realized his mistake.”
“What
everyone apologizes for hugging?” The word Gilang is getting colder. Gita
looking at Gilang, he felt that his master would be in vain because of Gilang
be angry.
“Sorry.”
Said Gita quietly while looking straight ahead. Whatever he's saying right now
it will be useless because the response will be very cold.
the two of their houses were silent for a moment, usually Gilang will come down to open
the door was silent now, staring straight ahead. I don't feel reluctant to stare
The Gita. Gita opened her seatbelt.
“Gue
enter first, Brother Gilang be careful.” He said while descending. After descending and
close the door Gilang directly gas gas tancap go with a fairly high speed.
Gita
walking in limply, he pushed the door of the house lazily.
“Ta.”
Call Raka.
“Hem.”
“Lemes
why?” Raka covered ice tea made by Bik Nana. Gita put on a sad face
then snatch the iced tea from Raka's hand.
“Eh..
why, the effect on the hit Devan yes lo so your brain is a bit sliding how.”
“Ish..”
Gita returns the glass to Raka. Raka looked at the glass in her hand and walked over
following Gita.
“Kak
Cross, angry.”
“Anged
why?”
“Tadi
just want to go home, I wait for Brother Gilang suddenly Devan comes and hugs
l.” Gita's eyeballs stared up, her lower lip in forward with mimicry
a very sad face.
“Ha..
clearly Gilang was angry. Why also hug the same manusi
don't know yourself that.” Raka sat down beside Gita.
“Who
who hugs me, he hugs me. He said he misses us. Him
doing like this also to close the same us.” Gita told me what
he said Devan.
Nah!
Raka flicked Gita's forehead pretty hard.
“Aduh,
pain know,” Omel Gita.
“Makanya
so girls don't be so innocent. It was just Devan's bitch. Devan which
now that's not the Devan we knew. Stay away..he is dangerous.”
Said Raka.
“Dangerous?”
“Hem, ,
just go away, Devan. Don't get close to him and don't
ever believed the same talk he.” Raka strictly forbids Gita to be close to
Devan.
“Iya.
Continue this how Kak Gilang.”
“Phone
just him, sorry.”
“Ok.”
Gita
directly call Gilang as recommended by Raka, “Gue up first.”
Gita stuck the phone to her ear, she walked around dragging her bag.
Gita
flipping her bag together with her body on the mattress, Gita looked at the screen of her phone
when the call was missed.
“Kak, ,
please dong don't gini.” Said Gita while rolling around.
Gita
Sis, sis,
please pick up the phone Gita
Sis..
Gita's sorry, Gita can explain everything
Sis
don't gini dong
Because
annoyed Gita throws her phone, then sleep reveals she no longer knows what to do
persuading Gilang in what way.
“What
yes I have to samperin to his house.” Gita sat down while looking at the clock
her hands.
“Raka!”
Shouted Gita while running down.
“Flame
heck you scream, really effect ya blow Devan.” Raka shakes head
while returning to the focus of the game on his phone.
“Raka, ,
anterin me to the house Brother Gilang.” Gita goes down the stairs while running.
“Ngak
ah, just interrupt. More fun to play.”
“Ih..
Raaka.” Gita wiggles Raka's body.
“Ta..
diems. Die later my game.”
“Makanya
ayok anterin me.”
“Hah!”
Raka glanced sharply at the Gita. Gita looked at Raka with a clear face.
“Buruan
change clothes.”
“Ok, ,
thanks Raka ganteng.” Gita kissed Raka and ran upstairs.
“Then
I want it to be good.” Grunts Raka.
