One Big Dipper Two Love

Chapter 8

“Wedding who, Who?” tanya Melly and Nata together..

Hangga almost choked on her own saliva hearing the deadly question.

“Eng, it .. I guess it's not a wedding. Maybe a selamatan event,” replied Hangga trying as quietly as possible.

“Oh, so. Then you were there then huh. Know that I did the same Jeremi stopped by your house,” said Melly.

“That time I thought I was not coming home. I'm here,” said Hangga tried to be an alibi.

“Oh, gitu.” Melly.

“Yes already, Mel, we go first yes, fear of overnight,” said Hangga chose to end the chat that made him anxious.

“Dih, single child afraid of the same night, like a virgin child,” Melly led.

The three laughed.

“Thanks yes, Mel. Greetings to Jeremi,” said Nata and then repeated again by Hangga. Melly nodded with a nod.

“Powder babay.” Nata and Hangga waved to Melly.

“Dedeh bebey.” Melly waved her hand back while laughing.

Not lingering, Hangga immediately drove his car. Preparing to creep in Tangerang travel congestion – Jakarta.

With Nata sitting next to him, a trip of any extent would always be fun. Joking, laughter, teasing and spoiled accompanied their journey. Unlike the Cilegon-Tangerang trip with Harum two weeks ago which was full of awkwardness and uncomfortable feelings.

When I saw azan magrib echo, the car driven by Hangga had entered the city of Jakarta. Hangga stopped his car at a mosque to perform Magrib prayers. While Nata sat waiting in the mosque.

That's how they are, tolerating each other with differences.

After the prayer, Hangga invited Nata to dinner at their favorite steakhouse while still in college.

Hangga and Nata used to study at the same campus in Jakarta, although different majors. Hangga studied computer engineering, while Nata majored in accounting. Hangga was Nata's level brother when she was in college.

Their first meeting took place on campus. That afternoon, Hangga was infuriated when she caught a couple fighting a big fight in the building behind the quiet campus.

Hangga saw the man cursing while pulling his lover's hair.

“Aww, pain. Please release, sick!" The girl whimpered in pain with tears. His head was raised because the man pulled his back hair violently.

The man looked unconcerned, even more violent. His left hand grabbed the girl's back hair, while his right hand gripped the girl's face firmly.

Hangga who was focused on doing college assignments in the back garden of the campus at that time, immediately his attention was diverted to two people who he thought were lovers.

He walked quickly up to the two men and called out loud, “hey, take him off!"

The man seemed to ignore the cry of Hangga. Without a sense of hesitation, he still maintained his position that was gripping the girl.

"Please, sick," said the beautiful girl.

"Lu don't hear what, your girl's in pain!" exclaiming Hangga.

"Don't bacot you much!" sahut the man.

Hangga laughed mockingly. "Based on a sissy guy, how dare you be a girl."

The man in white began to be lured by the words of Hangga so as to release his grip on the girl.

“Gue has nothing to do with you. So, don't interfere in our affairs!” hardik an oriental-faced man wearing the same alma mater as the one used by the Hanges.

“Of course I have the right to interfere. I'm this college kid, you're this college kid, that chick is this college kid and you're doing violence still in this campus area. Now release the girl or I will ...”

The man came forward and stood up to challenge Hangga.

"Or do you want what, Huh?” Hardik the man while pushing the body of Hangga.

Lucky Hangga has sprightly. Both of his legs did not shift at all, only his shoulders were slightly pushed back. Then unexpectedly, the man directly attacked Hangga.

The fight between the two men was inevitable. Armed with martial arts from a small, it did not take long for Hangga to be able to cripple the man whose height was still below the Hangga.

“Thank you,” said the beautiful oriental-faced girl to Hangga.

“Sama-sama,” reply Hangga.

“Include, my name is Nata, whose name are you?” The girl reached out her hand.

Yes, the girl who mistreated her lover was Nata.

“I'm Hangga.” Hangga welcomed the hand of the girl who has physical criteria according to her dreams while smiling.

Falling in love at first sight, that's what Hanges felt. In her eyes, Nata is the definition of the word "beautiful".

Beautiful is Nata.

Debate no.

“Yes your mother made a salvation event what?” nata asked as she waited for their steak order to arrive.

“Ya?” Nata's question ends the memories of Hangga's first encounter with Nata.

“What's your album?” reset Nata.

“Oh, the. I ... don't know.” Hanges replied without daring to look at Nata.

Not for fear of Nata knowing his secret, but indeed he was deeply hurt by this situation.

"Yes."

"Hem."

“Is your father and mother still against our relationship?” Nata asked me softly.

Hangga fluttered some jokes looking at her female idol. When talking about their love relationship, the tongue of Hangga is often confused because it does not know what to answer. He is also not the type of man who promotes cheap sweet promises.

“Maybe we should not discuss it now,” said Hangga.

Nata exhaled slowly. Discussing the problems of his love with Hangga is never ending. There is no solution that can be taken to unite their love.

Instead of dizzy discussing the dilemma of love that whack, better take selfies. So thought Nata. Then he pulled out the phone from the bag.

“Photo yuk, The!” bring Nata.

“No." Hangga shook her head. As usual, the handsome-looking man refused to take a picture.

“Not uploaded on social media, make my gallery collection only,” refer Nata.

He has memorized, his lover was the most anti-photographed let alone uploaded to social media. He doesn't even have a social media account on his behalf.

“Bener?”

“Iya.”

“Appointment?”

“Iya.”

Nata shifted his seat closer to Hangga, then began taking pictures with various styles.

“Photo use your phone also dong, Yang,” said Nata.

“Before, havee I'm in the bag.” Hanges pulled out the phone from his briefcase.

When Hangga swiped the screen of her phone, she found a notification of several missed calls from Ms. Mirna. Looking at the call history, her mother called about an hour ago. It is estimated that Hangga was praying Magrib at that time.

In addition to the phone call, Ms. Mirna also sent a message.

[Hangga, how is Soto made fragrant? Delicious ‘kan?]

Hangga flinched reading Miss Mirna's message.

He forgot he had promised to have dinner with someone waiting for him at home. Who else if not fragrant. The wife he married two weeks ago.