PLUCKING GRADUATION LOVE
Re-meeting
"Sister, that's my college friend Dion's name. I never betrayed Bayu's mas," Ranty told Wulan.
Ranty was very surprised when he saw Wulan coming to his house. And even more surprised Wulan hit her to betray Bayu, honestly Ranty never betrayed Bayu even the end of the hair. He explained to Wulan that Dion had liked him in college and had asked to get married but he refused.
Ranty explains everything but Wulan does not believe it completely. Wulan yokes at him for cheating on her with Dion.
"Sister, trust me." Ranty's yank on Wulan.
"I never believed in you. What do you really want to say about Bayu in your life? Not content to torture us?"
"Sister!" Raung Ranty's.
He felt vain to explain at length the same Wulan. Until Ranty got up from his seat and sat down under Wulan, while holding Wulan's hand.
"Sister, I beg you to consider me your old-class sister like we used to be together. You believed so much in me when Mr Bayu punished me?" crying Ranty.
Ranty leaned his head against Wulan's lap. Wulan who saw Ranty's behavior was reminiscent of a few years ago when they spent time in the banyan tree together. Yes they often follow Scouts in the hearts of Friday afternoons.
Originally Wulan wanted to push Ranty's head but the woman gasped at Ranty's scene like that. He still remembers the time of Scout activities, Ranty often leaned his body on Wulan's lap.
"Sister, would you believe that one day I said to you," said the teenage Ranty as he spread his head over Wulan's lap.
"You mean, brother?" ask Wulan at that time.
Ranty did not have time to answer the question from Ranty arrived when someone had stood up fiercely.
"Rancy! You forgot what I said to you!" shouted Bayu who had stood between Wulan and Ranty.
"Sir, cape the water carrying time from bottom to top?" ranty protest pouting.
THE PLAQUE!
The wood that Bayu held directly hit Ranty's leg. Ranty with his reflex Manarik legs and then he rubbed the painful part of the hit by his teacher, the girl immediately moved from her seat and stood staring at Bayu's face sharply.
"Sir, it hurts to know don't play hit!" ranty was angry and upset.
"I'm going, sir" said Wulan, leaving Ranty alone with Bayu.
Wulan knew the sports teacher was very disciplined, must be orderly if not orderly, surely the wood that is always held will take its toll. Ranty initially wanted to escape from Bayu. But Bayu quickly won the student's hand.
Ranty thrashed as his hand was grabbed by the teacher.
"Sister, please believe me this time." Ranty's voice ripped Wulan's daydream.
But Wulan with the heart of lanhsung rose from his seat until the body of Ranty who was still in Wulan's lap was pushed back.
"Son, by Allah, I did not betray Bayu. I love him, brother." Ranty's cries immediately poured toward Wulan's feet that would walk.
"Sir, I don't know who I'm supposed to trust right now. Want to believe the same, Bayu did not fully believe because he betrayed me too. Believe in you, just as you have also hurt my heart." said Wulan lirih.
Finally Wulan crouched down in front of Ranty, gently holding onto Ranty's shoulder.
"Behold, if you are caught betraying the Bayu mas I never forgive you at any time," Wulan said staring at Ranty's face.
"Did I believe it or not like you now? I just hope not to hurt the Bayu mas." said Wulan.
"Ka, why does this meeting have to be like this?" lamented Ranty.
He was about to embrace Wulan's body but Wulan dodged. Ranty's heart drizzled at Wulan's behavior, while Ranty never blamed Wulan for her attitude. Because of Wulan's attitude like that because of her, Wulan had never behaved like that to her before her marriage.
Wulan stood up, Ranty followed Wulan..
"I also don't know why this is our meeting. We used to be nothing like this" replied Wulan staring at the leaves swaying by the wind.
"Sister, I'm sorry,"
"There is no need to apologize that everything has happened" Wulan said as she sat back in a chair not far from her.
"How much are you?" asked Wulan while glancing at Ranty's face.
"It's only been 10 weeks" he said, sitting in front of Wulan.
"Sir, believe this once. I have nothing to do with Dion. Dion was after me but by God I never accepted it. I met with him yesterday I don't know who took the photo. Sis, I don't care if Bayu doesn't believe me but I beg you to believe me this time." whine Ranty pleaded.
"Ran, why do we have to do this anyway," complained Wulan as if regretting that happened.
Ranty snorted softly hearing what Wulan said. Either Wulan is talking about what but Ranty catches that Wulan seems to regret a meeting that happened between them.
The meeting that should be fun for both of them even feels bland, two of them are no longer as a younger class but now as the first and second wives who are talking about the grievances of his life.
"But I still doubt your story,"
"Sir, seriously. I never had any intention of wishing for Bayu's mas." Ranty tries to be honest even though it is impossible because however Wulan believes in Baby if he cheated on Dion..
He also did not suspect that the meeting with Dion was recording and giving the picture to Baby until Anindya who should not know so know the problem of the photo.
"Don't let the fetus in the womb is not the child of the Bayu mas but the boy," accused Wulan cynically..
"Sister, I can't possibly do that heinous deed." cried Ranty shocked at what Wulan accused him of.
"Who knows," delik Wulan.
"Sister, that's how bad my brother thought of me. Is it because I took people's husbands, "sighs Ranty.
"Thank God you realized it." Dengus Wulan cynical.
Ranty closed his eyes. Her heart ached at hearing what Wulan said to her. As bad as it is, he will not be able to do this heinous deed.
"Sister, I was wrong."
"You realize that you are wrong to have damaged people's households, no other man wants to marry you until the man admitted to be his own" Wulan accused.
"Sister, what Big Brother said was big brother conscious!" ranty's screams are angry.
He really couldn't hold back his emotions at all. From earlier Wulan always insinuated, accused and insulted him with a spicy speech that hurt his heart.
