Prince Class

Hugs Can You Not?

Gina is currently in a relationship with Gilang. The baby boy if Gina let go of his carrier immediately cried. Even confused as to how. The problem is, Gina's true purpose of finding Gilang's parents has not been fulfilled.

"Lang, how?" Gina asked confusedly.

Gilang had calmed down in his carriage. The baby still faithfully opened his eyes and looked at Gina's beautiful face.

Galang shuddered his shoulders indifferently making Gina sigh.

Before long Mba Mirna-nanny Gilang came up with a pacifier containing milk in it. "This is milk for den Gilang, Madam," Mba Mirna said as she thrust the pacifier at Gina.

Gina took. "Well, if the baby is fussy, in bedin does not want, what does he want in the carrying? Also do not want to be carried by each other. Padapalkan Gina there is a need," said Gina. The girl drank milk on Gilang.

"Oh Den Gilang wants to be carried by the Madam, right?" Tanya Mba Mirna concluded.

Gina nodded. "Yes Mba." The answer.

Mba Mirna smiled. "Lately, the Madam rarely met Den Gilang. Maybe Den Gilangnya kangen,"

"Oh, is that it?"

"But try to put to bed first. Usually Den Gilang after drinking milk continue to sleep,"

"Thank you Mba,"

"Yes, Madam. Excuse me first,"

As soon as Mba Mirna, Galang approached Gina. The guy pinched Gilang's cheek. "Gemoy. In Papa's cradle cry, you son of a bitch!" Her speech.

A few minutes later...

Gilang fell asleep in Gina's arms. Gina smiled at Gilang. Then the girl took Gilang to the room, and laid the baby boy down.

Gina accidentally opens the door so that if Gilang cries later Mba Mirna can hear him.

"Udah?" Galang asked who saw Gina coming down one by one the stairs.

"Udah."

"You leaving now?"

Gina nodded. "Yes. Yuk! The afternoon."

Fortunately today is Friday. The school hours were accelerated. So now it is not too late to look for the whereabouts of Gilang's parents.

•••

Gina sat languidly on the side of the road. Sweat dripped on his temples. What an exhausting day. While Galang is still busy distributing paper with a picture of Gilang written several sentences with a mobile number written below it.

Feeling his name on the call, Galang turned to look at Gina. Without being told, Galang immediately walked up to Gina. "Why Gin?" Ask Galang to the point.

"What is cape?" Gina asked back.

"No. Lo cape?"

Gina nodded.

"Wanna go home?"

"Later home,"

"Oh jaudah. I was this one yesterday. Stay a little,"

"okay."

I went to hand out the paper again. It's already dusk. Maybe after the azan maghrib reverberated then Galang will stop.

I don't feel Gina's tears. Gina crying. Galang who was watching Gina directly crossed the road to approach the girl. The paper in his hand is still there.

Galang crouched down in front of Gina. "Gyn. Why hmm? Why cry?" Ask Gentle Galang.

Gina shook her head slowly. Her tears are still dripping.

Galang sighed. "Go back yuk!" Bring along. Galang also could not bear to see Gina sitting on the side of the road like this. Like a bum, uh.

Gina nodded. Galang and Gina finally decided to go home. It must be using a sports motorcycle. They're piggybacking.

"Galun," called Gina in her voice. They are still on their way.

"Yes?" Galang Sahut.

"Gue pinch your back huh?"

"Please,"

Gina directly leaned her head on Galang's back. Feels comfortable. Galang smiled amusedly behind his full face helmet. It's Gina, right?

"Lang," call Gina, again.

"Hm?"

"Couldn't you hug?"

"Huh?"