The Definition Of Love

13. New Start: Late

NGG!!

The girl did not care about the dense streets of the Indonesian capital, she pulled gas up to a speed of 80 km/h. The blue vesmet motorbike repeatedly overtakes cars and other vehicles, making people upset and giving horns but he even more forward his motorbike.

Behind it all there is a story, where all night he stayed until 3am and made late wake up. He forgot that today was his first day of school again as a senior. In a hurry, he even got ready to go to school and left breakfast.

The dug dug dug.

The girl in the oversize SMA uniform pulled her bike over, she went down and saw her motorcycle tyre. ****! Turns out the motorcycle tire was very, very deflated, probably because he did not check the motorbike before he went to school. He hit his forehead slowly, how could he leave school like this? It's even 7:20.

Ck, what apa dah!

Instead of the motorcycle why-why, he was forced to push the motor somehow where it was clear to find the nearest workshop. In his heart he really swore, even desperately wanting to cry right now.

15 Minutes passed, instead of finding a workshop where his legs were sore and his body felt a little weak. Moreover, this morning the sun really feels hot like during the day, his sweat is pouring out, his stomach sounds hungry.

O Allah, grant his servant help.

What's the motor why?

Whether his prayers were immediately answered or indeed fate, which was clear suddenly there was a man who was also in high school uniform with his ninja motor came up to him who was hit by a disaster.

The bagas?!

“Motor lo why, huh?” Bagas asked a little screamed because of his fullface helmet which made a slightly silent sound.

“Goru its tires, kanya problematic,” reply Alma.

Bagas unlocks his helmet, deg! Although Bagas' hair was a little messy, it made Alma immediately stunned to see the man's good looks. Bagas also check the rear tire of the vespa matic.

“This is not less wind, the power of the inside is no problem.”

“It is? Pantesan looks severe from the outside, this I want to push also the heck to the workshop. I'm first ya!”

When Alma was about to continue pushing the bike again, Bagas held back the rear grip of the bike. It also becomes confusion.

“Lo can ride my motor?”

Alma stared at the big bike Bagas, even his height was still more or less with the bike. “Gede, I can't.”

“Motor lo stay here first, in front there is a workshop. I anterin lo first there,” Alma shook her head.

“You go first, Gas. Kasian ntar you are late,” Bagas did not reply.

Then Bagas went up and turned on his motor. “Fine.”

“Engga, Gas. You-,”

“Lo wants to take a break from school, right? Boost up,” Bagas's word.

Alma only obeyed him, he also went up to the Bagas motorcycle. Bagas run the motor, not until the intersection then they have arrived at the workshop in question Bagas. Bagas went straight to the mechanic who was preparing tools for the motor. They also talked for a while.

“Lo wait here briefly,” Alma just nod plain.

In short Bagas and the mechanic then went using Bagas motorbike to Alma motorbike which stopped on the side of the road. Not until some time, the vespa matic is now in the workshop. Live mechanic ‘brush’ vespa matic Alma's. While the two lovebirds are sitting next to each other in a waiting chair that is there.

“How can I be late too?” Ask Alma.

“Nge-game until dawn.”

“Kok can? So Bagas blom no sleep?” Bagas.

“How are you doing this? Really gapapa if late to school gini?”

“Iya.”

Alma smiled clumsyly confused, this guy next to her is really a thousand-door refrigerator she thought. It is fitting that many girls are heartbroken in approaching Bagas, it turns out this guy is indeed that cute.

“Wah, this is a long time ago. Ban dalem ni is troubled, whether there is something to be benerin in his tires. If you want to stay, pasangan little new actually,” said the little old father.

“How much pa, in total?”

“About a hundred and twenty, but this is going to use old or new tires? Used time is less”

“The bek-“ has not had time for Alma to reply; Bagas cut it.

“New yang,” Bagas hand over a red and blue sheet of money.

“Abis came home from school I took,” the father gave his thumbs up.

Bagas put on a helmet and returned to his bike, while Alma was confused and even stayed there.

“Ngapain there? Buruan.”

“E-eh yes.”

Alma put on her round helmet, and sat behind Bagas. For some reason his hands suddenly moved in a circle around Bagas' waist. But Bagas also did not respond anything, and immediately ran the motor. On the highway, Bagas really scrambled to get to school making Alma a little scared, and tightened his grip.

Asik, Bagas' inner sustenance.

Upon arrival at school, Bagas parked his motorcycle in the parking lot as usual. They both prefer to go through the back because if passing the front gate will definitely be intercepted by security guards and given a choice between going home or being punished.

Arriving behind a fairly quiet, Bagas immediately did the action up the wall that was quite high. He made it in, my God! Bagas forgot that Alma had not been riding like him.

"Bagas, how am I?" Alma asked a little scream.

Bagas laughed softly, he really felt anxious. Then he climbed the wall again to find Alma who was left behind.

"Good, hunted."

Alma rounded her eyes. "Crazy for you, Gas? Which really dong, I can ride tau!"

"Keep what?"

Alma let out a long sigh, "have I been punished. You go up there."

Bagas held his gelatinous smile, he instantly equalized his height with the girl, even their faces were close and their eyes met intensely. Dag dig dug both of their heartbeats that were currently being felt.

"I mean up, you're up to me. It's not you who's riding alone, okay?"

Alma swallowed her saliva, she was completely transfixed and mute. It felt like he wanted to fly into space, as well as what Bagas felt when he saw Alma's deep gaze on him.

"B-but where can! And there you go up!"

"Huum really, but the time he was I climbed you. Yes, it may not be!"

"It can be."

"That's all it can be, Bagas."

"Can."

"Relgan."

"I said I could mean yes."

"That's right! Not you, I know!" Alma pursed her lips, she became both annoyed and misbehaved.

Bagas without asking for permission, he immediately carried Alma to his back. Alma was shocked, she immediately held on to the guy's neck. He wanted to rebel, but Bagas went straight up the wall carrying himself cradled on his back.

Nimble and as if not lifting weights, Bagas skillfully climbed the wall with a short time. While at the back, Alma closed her eyes, further tightening her grip.

Wooi.

"H-huh?" Alma opened her eyes, sure enough she was already inside the school area already.

"Absolutely, don't you want to go down hm?"

"Sorry, Gas," Alma was completely embarrassed, he went straight down from Bagas' back.

"Are you really a gapapa, Gas? I'm afraid you're gouty because of me, because I'm heavy, weight" he added.

"Light, I'm gapapa. Get there to class," Alma nodded quickly.

"I went first, oh yeah Bagas now in twelfth grade what?"

"12 Ipa 1."

"HUH? SERIOUSLY?" Bagas raised his eyebrows, and cleared his throat and looked at Alma with a 'why?' look?'.

Alma no longer know how much plot twist today, which is true even from the results of the school poll turned out to be even now a class with Bagas?

"That means we're classmates?"

"Lo is also ipa one?"

"Yes. I swear I don't know that Bagas is the same class as me, how can ya Gas?" Alma said that involuntarily, she immediately smothered her own mouth.

Bagas was really a pity in his heart, yet he tried to remain calm. "Judah hunt to class, mumpung deserted."

"Come on!"

The two of them quietly walked in the corridor towards their new class of 12 Ipa one located at the very end. They were stopped at the doorway when they found out that a teacher had entered.

Sign in.

Bagas walked in first accompanied by Alma who followed him behind. The two of them were told to stand in front of the other students, but Bagas felt ordinary. Unlike Alma, she was really nervous and embarrassed.

"Why are you getting late? This is my first day at school, right?"

"Sorry ma'am, my bike had a problem so the tire was brought to the workshop first," replied Alma with a little stammering.

"If you are, Gas?"

"I stay up late playing games, keep waking up late."

The slightly middle-aged woman shook her head in astonishment at the sight of these two composed disciples, there was indeed just a reason she thought.

"I don't want this to happen again, if it happens again, then be prepared for you two to be punished. Fortunately today was my first day of school, so today I am still sorry. But please, don't repeat again yes" he advised, the two sentient beings nodded.

"You can sit down. Oh yes, because you are late. There's only two seats left, you can sit there."

Bagas and Alma walked towards the place referred to by his teacher's mother, my seat at the very back. This is the first start for Alma, from SD to the new 11th grade High School he sits at the very back. Finally, they sat down with me at the back.

A few tens of minutes passed, Alma held onto her stomach which sounded like it was because she really felt very hungry. The bag next to him also heard the sound of stomach rumbling, which made him a little embarrassed.

Why should it sound, anyway?! His inner.

Bagas opened his bag, and took something out of his bag. That is a food supply, Bagas secretly without the knowledge of the teacher handed his provisions from the bottom to the lap of Alma.

"This is what, Gas? How come to me?"

"Eat."

"Eat what? It's yours" Alma said slightly whispering as the teacher was explaining.

"Yes eat."

"Why do you want to be given to me?"

"Lo laper, so eat."

"Yes you know, but this is yours, Gas. Ah, take-"

"Eat, you want the sound of your stomach buzzing with each other?"

Jleb, Alma's holding her shame.

"Yes but I'm ga-"

"Eat, I'm ga laper. Buruan, don't you think the teacher wants to?" Alma again and again shook her head.

Alma opened the box from below, apparently containing a sandwitch. When the teacher's mother was caught off guard, she ate it quickly so as not to be caught.

"Bagas, mawu?" Alma asked a little hard because she was chewing.

"Remain, eat it."

"Thank you, Bagas," Bagas cleared his throat without looking at Alma beside him and focused on listening to the teacher's explanation.

Crazy, Bagas emang as sensitive and attentive as it is!

Alma smiled, for some reason her heart was beating faster than usual as if she was feeling something in her heart that made her really happy but stifled.