Secrets of the Former (Love Left Behind)

Fifty One

"Dion?"

"Hm?"

"What made you like me the first time?"

Nevan smiled, then gently rubbed Gantari's hair which was now back lying on her lap. His mind was momentarily severed in their teenage years.

"Because you can ride a bike" Nevan replied lightly.

Gantari frowned, he had not had time to respond, Nevan continued. "That afternoon you borrowed a small bicycle belonging to the daughter of a canteen mother and went around the basketball court."

Mata boughtak Gantari to be a witness, if he was surprised to hear the words of Nevan just now.

"That's a big deal" Nevan recalls chuckling.

Gantari grunting. He thought the answer would be like the kind of romantic drama he often watches, I like everything that is on you, so. Apparently because of the little bike mother canteen's son. Sad don't you, huh?

Every time he would repeat, Gantari did often borrow a bicycle and go around the field while memorizing the material, but as he remembered he never saw Nevan because the clock around him was the afternoon when all the students had gone home.

"But I don't see you." The expression of Gantari's confusion he finally uttered as well.

"What do we know?"

Also true. Gantari. He recalled, even though it had been three months in the same class, but they never rebuked.

Gantari is busy with lessons and school organization, while Nevan is busy with basketball and his money.

"But I know. You never answered the teacher's absence" said Gantari, then glanced at the handsome man who was looking at him. His hands are still playing Nevan's fingers.

"ah! You were the first one who had a crush on me. You're caught red-handed, Dihyan."

The strange accusation made Gantari giggle.

"It wasn't like that time yet" Gantari replied after successfully stopping laughing.

Nostalgia with loved ones is very exciting. They had even forgotten their previous heartbreak.

Nevan doesn't. Nevan still feels his worries because he knows who Gantari is. The woman who when smiling always makes her heart warm it will always turn weak when it comes to family frills.

"If you were, what made you like me the first time?" nevan asked, trying to get rid of the mess.

Gantari seemed to think, then got up and sat down with her legs crossed beside Nevan.

"Before I tell you the answer, I'd like to tell you something that makes me start to get interested in you."

Next to Nevan's eyebrows raised. "Different?"

"Different. It's just interested yet likes," fierce funny Gantari.

"Okay, okay." Nevan just resigned. Seeing Gantari like this, he was happy.

"So how's the story?" This time Nevan grabs Gantari's hand and links their fingers, bouncing them on the couch, waiting for the story to begin.

"That morning you went to the toilet and not for a while I also permit the same thing."

"You can also get tired of studying, huh?" cut Nevan. However, instead of being angry, Gantari narrowed her eyes.

"You didn't go to the toilet at the time." Gantari brought her face closer to Nevan's with her eyes narrowing, intimidating.

To the extent that Nevan stopped his hand movements and looked a little unsteady. He remembered what crazy thing he had done in school.

"You're praying Duha, right?"

Nevan chokes without any drinking scenes.

After saying that sentence, Gantari immediately burst into laughter. After all, to make Nevan share a smile. He hooked Gantari's neck and pulled her in an embrace, until she gave up and tried to remove Nevan's hand from her neck.

"A Dion who has never known PR and the hobby of seducing girls, do Duha prayers?"

Gantari broke again. Gosh darn.

"At that time I was influenced by Ridho," Nevan explained quickly.

Laughter has not yet departed from Gantari's lips. He still felt amused considering Nevan's alim behavior behind the looks of his roof tiles.

"But I like it" said Gantari suddenly.

Secretly Nevan is grateful. Thanks to Ridho, Gantari begins to take an interest in him. Next time you meet, remind Nevan to treat Ridho.

"There's one more. You don't remember time ...." Gantari hesitantly continued her sentence and Nevan innocently continued.

"Through?"

"AW!" Nevan yelled small because again Gantari pinched her waist.

Gantari mah that, anarchist if again alas.

Nevan hastily zips her mouth out of the pinch again.

He remembered the incident, when Gantari was sneaking out of the toitet and hurriedly entered again when he saw Nevan passing by.

Gantari thought it was safe because today it was approaching the clock home and the students had started to calm down and prepare in their respective classes, no one was wandering like the young man who just passed by earlier.

After cursing himself who carelessly forgot the date, now Gantari was confused half-dead thinking of a way to return to class. She frowned looking at the back of her skirt, then clucked again.

The clothes he usually put neatly, this time he even took out and apparently did not help at all.

What a lonely wait, huh? thought Gantari.

But later he'll be taken out and it'll ruin his reputation.

Gantari. He was already determined to barge in quickly, no one would notice. Sure you!

The perfectly round determination suddenly broke when he had just stepped one foot out the toilet door.

His face is not that thick.

Gantari hates inner conflict. She was crying almost.

He stepped again. Stay alert to see the current situation and conditions. Safe.

Gantari went forward again and he was shocked and took a step back when he saw a man leaning behind the toilet wall in the style of a magazine model ready to snap.

Nevandra Ardiona's. The doer of Duha prayer a few days ago.

Gantari was eager to curse because if he had no plan to sneak around it would have been a great success.

"Do you want help?" the distinctive sound of handsome young man instantly makes the fur of Gantari bristling. Months of being in the same class never once had they chatted normally.

Except, charging class cash falls into the normal chatting category.

"Ma ... Meanin?" Damn it, Gantari to stutter like this.

Nevan did not answer. He simply flicked his chin towards the back of Gantari's body with a flat expression.

Gantari really wanted to cry. It's mortifying. He closed his eyes firmly trying to think clearly.

"I don't want to nyium. Why rummaging?"

Nauzubillahs.

Gantari opened her eyes quickly, then glanced at the school basketball star. He misunderstood. He had nothing to be ashamed of such a shameless person like this person before him.

As a dangdut song, already wet ya already shower once, Gantari decided to accept Nevan's offer.

If you look around, Nevan doesn't wear a jacket, then how to help her?

"How?" ask Gantari at last. After going through the drama and the inner long conflict of his own.

"Street first," replied Nevan lightly.

"You crazy?"

Nevan surprise. He had never been crazy for a long time. However, the pledge of love of a small bicycle he said, so just swallow.

"Don't you?"

Gantari stomped her legs irritated, then walked in front of Nevan, followed by Nevan who walked behind her with a distance of three fingers while smiling to himself.

For the first time, Nevan saves her first love.

"Well! At that time the interest has turned into a sense of like."

Gantari's words just now, successfully pulled Nevan from her daydream. Nevan chuckled, then rubbed his own nape, misbehaving.

"Still like love yet?" search for Nevan at last.

Gantari.

"Not yet."

"OK, go! When did you start loving me?"

"Semester two."

"Gosh, Dihyan. That's a long time."

"Yes, love times can grow fast," snorted Gantari.

"I can. The second you get on the bike, I love."

Basic Nevan. He did not know that his words just now made Gantari's heart beat fast.

The tet!

The tet!

Nostalgic sessions are interrupted because someone is squeezing a bell out there. Gantari turned to the door, then turned to Nevan again with a confused look because Nevan looked relaxed.

"Bukain doors. There are girls, tuh," said Gantari lightly.

Nevan sneers. However, he finally moved when the sound of the bell changed with the door banging.

Basic is not patience.

Just a few steps away, Nevan returns and lands a kiss on Gantari's cheek. Until, the woman who was checking her phone was shocked.

Nevan giggles, then runs a little towards the door to greet the guest Nevan knows very well his figure.

"Got long? I brought you seblak."

The guest voice instantly dominated, with no reply from the host.

"I actually buy seblak mode. You know it yourself, right? That trickle, loh, make a bill. Bohay, ouchai, sem .. ppfffftt. Whatan, anyway?"

Nevan turned his head and sure enough, Gantari was looking at her who was smothering Fikri's mouth with a cold gaze that pierced to the heart.

Fikri who was still sewot came to look and found the same appearance, but with a different reaction.

"Gean ... Gantari! How can you be here?"