The Last Love's
Being Yourself

Now Anggita only two Galang in Galang's private car.

“Sorry if I make you sprained until you cry,” regret Galang did not mean to make Anggita shed tears.

“Not to apologize. Not because of you too,” Anggita replied do not want Galang increasingly blame himself.

“Keep if it wasn't for me because of who? Only I am the same Jihan who was beside you from earlier, and there is no way Jihan made you cry,” said Galang sure if now Anggita is lying.

“Indeed it wasn't you or Jihan. But I myself,” honestly Anggita with a firm and reassuring gaze.

“Why? The problem you are experiencing again, do not you self-destruct Baras. Many people who love and worry about you. You don't have to pretend to be strong just to make people around you calm down. Maybe you can deceive them with your fake smile. But not with the look of your eyes in front of me,” said Galang can see the deep wounds behind the sharp gaze of Anggita that is always cast on him.

The frontal words of Galang, making Anggita's defense always collapse before him. Not knowing how many times he cried right in front of Galang just because of his own heart.

“I don't know what my heart really wants,” lirih Anggita downcast in hiding her face.

He really did not want Galang to see clearly the situation that was really chaotic now.

Galang can only hold the fingers of Anggita, along with the shaking of the two shoulders of the girl in front of him.

“Laras I know is always confident in the decisions he makes. I'm sure, you're still the same as the Laras I used to know. The girl who always thinks optimistically and spreads positive things to the people around her,” said Galang trying to strengthen Anggita.

“I don't know, Galang. I don't know what my decision is right,” said Anggita in between sobs.

“I want you to be as far away from my life as it has been for years back,” pinta Anggita makes Galang stop his hand swab.

“I will follow all your words, but not this one. For matters of love, I am more choosy and confident with my own heart,” Galang replied without any doubt.

“Kalo so I will be sure if your decision is wrong,” reply Anggita moves out of Galang's car.

“And I will prove that in your heart there is only my name!” sahut Galang increasingly challenged to knit the story back with Anggita.

Anggita close his ears to hear the voice of Galang. Hopefully Galang will not come back to fight for himself.

In order to divert his mind which is now being filled by Galang, Anggita chose to immediately make a cake that he wanted to sell. One by one the ingredients have been prepared in small quantities, so that if the cake is not successful, not too much material is wasted.

Together with Jihan, the two began to follow the tutorial that Anggita had noted in the book.

“Kak! The dough has expanded!” yelled Jihan excitedly.

Anggita also saw the dough that expands perfectly, and they began to divide the dough into several parts, and began to shape it into various forms. Starting from round, heart, and letter shape.

Long enough they wait, until finally their trial cake is ready to taste.

“How does it feel?” ask Anggita to Jihan who first ate the doughnuts made.

“Eeuuum ... very good, Brother,” replied Jihan brandishing her two thumbs at Anggita.

“Seriously? You're not kidding, are you?” ask Anggita.

He nodded slowly. Enjoy the doughnut that starts to soften and crumble in his mouth. Vegetables that are the main ingredients of the dough provide a very delicious taste. He no longer needs to give food coloring to the dough, because the natural color of the vegetables he uses is quite good.

“Well, this one you saved first. Brother wants to love his donut to our neighbor,” said Anggita moved from his seat with a plate of donuts to be tasted by his rented neighbor.

The girl was so happy when her homemade food got a good response from her neighbors. Some of them even ordered their children to school.

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Anggita's decision to stop working at Mr. Galih's residence in the hope that he can feel the greatest longing, such as his longing for Galang which he had been waiting for years.

Feel how to find and spend time in the busyness of each of them, to be sure if they prioritize each other. However, all the flavors in Alan are not as sweet as they were in Galang first.

Until today, he only contacted Alan to wake up to perform worship and did not want his lover to wake up late. After that, they are busy with their own activities.

Aggita who is busy making a variety of cakes, and Alan who is busy with his work to help the plantation business Pak Galih.

“Kak, how many doughnuts are there?” tanya Jihan stared at a container that had been filled with doughnuts made from carrots and potatoes.

“There are fifty. You bring that much yes let it not be very heavy,” Anggita replied while continuing to struggle with her work.

“Current, Brother. Usually it's the second break, Jihan's friends on nanyain again,” said Jihan hoped Anggita would give her more donuts to take to school today.

Not just friends. But his teachers who have small children often buy his merchandise.

“Neventless. If so later brother bring his merchandise near your school,” reject Anggita do not want to be more troublesome Jihan who should be at school just focus on lessons. Not that during the break his sister was busy selling from one class to another.

“Serious, Brother?” asked Jihan with sparkling eyes.

“Iya, Darling. If there are many who are nyari, say it will be noon school hours will be sold there,” said Anggita while decorating his donuts with chocolate bars that he has melted.

“Yeeey! So later I will meet Brother there yes,” jovial Jihan holding Anggita from behind.

The girl turned her head towards her sister who was now looking at her with sparkling eyes.

“Who said that?” tanya Anggita made Jihan lower the corner of her lips that curved upwards into a downward.

“You should go home, baby. You must have come home from school tired,” Anggita's advice to his sister.

“Jihan no papa, Brother. Jihan doesn't want to be home alone. It's rare that Jihan can see Sister from school,” said Jihan expressed her longing for Anggita indirectly.

“Yes, yes. Just sit down and look at my sister,” admonish Anggita.

Jihan nodded obediently, releasing her embrace from Anggita. The girl in a blue and white uniform rushed to school with her brother carrying their merchandise, some of which was deposited at the stall, and some were taken to Jihan's school.

Unbeknownst to Anggita his sister has other plans, which he does not know at all.

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