First Love
Chapters. 23

"Wicked you, sir." I'll strengthen my fingers that pull the collar of Gilang's shirt.

"I'm sorry, Terry." said Mr. Gilang without touching my skin.

Both of his hands were still empty. While I kept putting my face in his chest. I punt Pak Gilang's legs which are currently kneeling in front of me.

Mr. Gilang just silently accepted my kick.

"Mr, nasty. Go there." throw me out while removing the circles that pass on my cheeks.

I was furious to see the face of Mr. Gilang who is currently in front of me. Because of crying because of Gilang sir, Mother's shoes fell into the got.

"I hate it, Father. You go there!" expel ketus.

Mr. Gilang just smiled and opened the shirt he used. Leave the dongker colored short-sleeved shirt inside.

Mr. Gilang washed the shirt and wiped the blood flowing from my bloody knee earlier.

My legs shifted slightly the first time my skin touched the water. Mr. Gilang looked at me softly and then blew a wound on my leg.

The feeling of tightness had slowly turned warm. Why Mr. Gilang can stir up my feelings like this.

After cleaning the wound on my knee, Gilang got up and stood up. He extended his hand to me.

"I'm helping you stand up?"

"No, I want to take my shoes there" I said as I looked back at my shoes that were splashed in the got.

"But your shoes are already in there. If you take it also will not be used again."

"But it's the shoes Mother gave me, sir." I said back crying.

There was a sigh from Mr. Gilang. Gilang returned to his knees this time his position turned his back on me.

"Get to my back. I'll replace your Mother's shoes."

"But I want those shoes, sir."

"Terry, listen to me." said Mr. Gilang firmly.

"I promise to find the same shoes that your Mother gave you. If you clean hard to grab those shoes, they'll still be broken."

"But if the Father buys it, it means that the shoes are no longer from Mother. But it's from the Father."

"Alright" said Mr. Gilang who rose again and shifted the concrete cast of the got cover.

"What do you want?" I asked when I saw Mr. Gilang shift the cover.

"You take your shoes, there's no other way. You I'm replacing don't want to."

"Don't sir. Later if you come in, your body can be dirty."

"Watch my apology, it made you cry earlier."

"All right, we're looking for another shoe" I said relented. Before this lecturer actually went down into the got.

Mr. Gilang came back and carried me on his back shoulder.

"Sir, what if another student saw this?"

"Don't think of anyone else. Think of your safety first." said Mr. Gilang firmly.

I smell the hair gel Mr. Gilang so soft. I smiled and felt satisfied, somehow my heart warmed up again when I was near Mr. Gilang like this.

Mr. Gilang immediately sat me in his motorbike. Wearing a helmet to me, without saying much, Mr. Gilang drove his motorbike through the dense afternoon traffic.

Mr. Gilang stopped his bike in front of a big shoe store. While I was just waiting for Mr. Gilang to sit in the front seat of the store.

After a long wait for me, I saw Mr. Gilang cross the road. Run to the shoe store across the street.

Several times Mr. Gilang in and out of the shoe store in the city center. My eyes only saw the movement of him who was pacing back and forth into some shoe store doors.

Why sir? if I were just your student. Why should you be this careful of me.

Growing hopes for a more distant relationship.

Anyways, a grown man like that father, can make me more comfortable.

The sky changed, the atmosphere of twilight had started to be at the end. I see a little orange still lingering in the corner blue sky.

"Terry," call Mr. Gilang who is currently starting to sweat on his face.

"I'm sorry, but shoes like this no longer exist" said Mr. Gilang with his disappointed face.

"That's it, sir. Want to do something again." I said as I got up from my seat and walked closer to the motorcycle Mr. Gilang.

"I'll ask my friends."

"No sir, thank you for helping me."

"Terry." Gilang sir touched one of my shoulders.

"Wear this, don't bare feet like that." Gilang put me in his motorbike and put on heels that are exactly like Mommy bought.

Suddenly a big smile on my lips. It turns out that Mr. Gilang can also be nosy and ignorant like this.

"Thank you, sir." I said, slamming back the smile on my face.

"Sama-sama" he said while wearing his full face helmet back.

"Eat dinner before you go home."

"Don't Sir. Kasian Mommy herself at home."

"That's a worm you asked to fill." said Mr. Gilang while pulling the gas motor.

Back Mr. Gilang stopped his motorbike in front of the pharmacy. Before long Mr. Gilang came out with a plastic bag in his hand.

Mr. Gilang again parked his motorbike in the cafe parking lot owned by his friend.

"Langs. Whats up Bro." said a friend of Mr. Gilang while welcoming the hand of Mr. Gilang. Mr. Gilang welcomed the hand and smiled wistfully.

"Is there an empty table?"

"There was. Over there!."

"Go between the actions." said Mr. Gilang while walking towards the empty table in question.

I throw my ass slowly. I noticed two men who were currently performing on the cafe stage.

My feet trembled slightly as I felt the cold from the touch.

A little surprised, I saw that Mr. Gilang was already kneeling in front of me.

"Sir, what are you doing?" tanyaku.

"Clean your wounds."

"But I can do it myself, sir."

"Have been quiet. Do not move a lot and ask a lot." said Mr. Gilang firmly.

After finishing, Mr. Gilang sat down next to me. My eyes were still engrossed in the appearance of the two men currently singing a silent song in front of me.

"Terry."

"Hem." answered me without taking my eyes off.

A boisterous sound of applause rang out as the two men finished singing. I clapped my hand and smiled. My table lyrics in front of me already filled with food turned out.

"Sir, let's mak-an." I said stammered when I saw Mr. Gilang walk to the stage.

Mr. Gilang smiled sweetly at me, displaying a row of neatly arranged teeth.

Mr. Gilang started strumming the guitar strings, singing cheerful songs while he was smiling widely.

I listen to the song that Mr. Gilang sings.

A little offended I listened to the verse sung by Mr. Gilang. In a way, it was like slapping my situation. I let go of my laughter and showed my teeth listening to the verse by verse that Mr. Gilang sings.

Really, Mr. Gilang's voice was beyond my expectations. His voice sounded soft and very melodious, almost all guests glanced at Mr. Gilang.

Mr. Gilang is indeed a star, whatever he does will definitely attract a million attention.

"Why the hell? why did you suddenly go on a gig?" ask me when Mr. Gilang again sat next to me.

"So from now on I'm sure you're talking. Your eyes are staring at them."

"So you're jealous?" many spontaneous.

"What?" mr. Gilang spontaneously looked at me.

As our eyes clutched together, I bowed my gaze. I go back to the food in front of me.

A little embarrassed, for the question I asked Mr. Gilang. Where could Mr. Gilang be jealous. Oh, my God, Terry, don't embarrass yourself.

"I went to the cashier first." said Mr. Gilang shortly after finishing his meal.

I just nodded. The juice glass next to my dinner plate. Mr. Gilang again thrust out a folded tissue before walking away from me.

'When did Mr Gilang write this?' I'm in my heart.

Slowly I open the tissue, and my lips are sweet.

Letters from behind these tissues always warm my heart.

'Forgive me for the tears that have fallen from your eyes.

Thank you, for the smile that is re-engraved beautifully from your lips'