Dusk Belibis
THE GITAKU

“Siang, buk...?”

Mr. Hendro approached two angels who were busy talking, then seemed the three involved in exciting discussions, buk Selly who just came out of the next class joined.

Whys? Why do I feel jealous. Aunty never looked happy with me, even when involved in conversation with me, aunt seemed to avoid.

Since I entered High School, aunt like to keep a distance from me, different from when I was in elementary school, Junior High, every morning in the afternoon at night, aunt always kissed her forehead as good-bye good-night. I can still feel the rest of the pleasure and warmth of the kiss.

“Bi?” Abhimanyu took the initiative to approach the Gita. The beautiful woman called Gita by Abhimanyu turned her head.

"Well, what's Abhimanyu?”

This teenage fidgety raut indeed could not be hidden.

“You go home now or later?”

Gita watched Abhimanyu for a moment, she fell silent as if researching something.

“Looks like Aunty came home in the afternoon, go home first. Lunch and your needs have all been prepared, you stay warm food.” It felt there was no acceptance with Gita's answer, but what power

he could not stand in front of the angel's face. His breath was also broken.

Sitting alone at home makes Abhimanyu bored. Suddenly something hit his head.

Why not just steal information, who knows who I am...

Abhimanyu's cerebellum remembered a thick book that the Gita had always read.

I'll be a thief...

The teenager began to observe Gita's room, the door was locked tightly, but it was not a problem for this teenager, with a little skill it was easy for him to open the door made of the board.

Since sitting on the bench of Gita High School as if cutting off all access to Abhimanyu to enter his private territory. Even his room that used to be so easy to enter is now like a secret box that holds magic things.

The Gita room is very neat, there are three beautiful glasses bearing the name Marsel Sagittarius and Anggun arranged in a glass cabinet.

"Who?''

Abhimanyu continued to act, opening all the places carefully, occasionally he looked out the window, from behind the gap he could make sure it was safe.

The five-inch-thick book that Gita often reads, sits comfortably in the corner of a slightly hidden shelf. The book that always accompanied Gita to fill her free time attracted the attention of this young man.

In a corner of the room, Abhimanyu sat with his legs straight, his eyes constantly following every character.

Enjoying the heartbreaking story of a person he loved secretly.

My diary...

I am a Sagittarius, living with an abundance of wealth and parental affection, the only child of a successful entrepreneur in the field of electronic promotion. But my fate is not as good as mine...

Lord...

The sound of an ontel bike parked in the yard of the house. Abhimanyu immediately left Gita's room. Once again he inhaled the fragrant room, satisfying and wanting to have its owner undelivered.

Abhimanyu came out by jumping the window, then entered back into his room by passing through the window of his room.

Aaaaaahh "relieved," this really pisses him off, because repeatedly he has to get wet by his crazy fantasies.

“Abimanyu, you haven't eaten yes...!’’

Oh, I forgot, by rushing the teenager who had wanted to pretend to sleep was up.

At first glance he saw the bias of the moody face covering the face he realized, wanted to ask but he paled.

“Non, this put it here yes..?”a middle-aged woman about the age of thirty-five came in carrying a sizable cardboard box.

Politely, the young mother put down all the items.

“Non, I cleaned up the warehouse yes..” a young man appeared at the entrance.

Abhimanyu looked at the faces of the two people in turn then looked at Gita who was smiling at them and nodded slowly, seemingly already very familiar.

“Abimanyu uncle and Aunt it's name is yoga, husband and wife, they will stay here help you during Auntie go.” A glass of water was poured by Gita, accompanying Abhimanyu's breakfast.

“ Mean?”

Gita approached Abhimanyu, she stood so close.

"Aunt will leave you for a while. Be a good boy" Gita's index finger touched the end of Abhimanyu's hair that had been scattered through the ear.

"Abimanyu."