The Last Love's
The Silent Time Galang

“Nothing. Thank you brother is always there for Jihan,” replied Jihan holding Anggita. Hiding the tears that flowed down her cheeks.

“Because you're the only one you have. Brother does not want to lose you,” honestly Anggita reply to the younger brother's hand.

Not long after, there was the sound of car horns from the front of their rented. A voice that made the two break their arms, and rushed to the front of the house with the flat shoes they had.

“Assalamualaikum,” greet Bu Ratih while knocking on the door.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” sahut both simultaneously and the door in front of them is open.

“Waah, it turns out you guys are ready. Let's leave now,” invite Bu Ratih holding the hands of Anggita and Jihan.

The three women sat on the bench of the second row. While in front of them there was Pak Galih who was driving, as well as their youngest son Kevin—adik from Alan.

***

Five years earlier.

Exactly one day after Anggita broke off his relationship with Galang. The man's world felt very empty, his parents were again busy with their respective affairs, and Galang could not contact his best friend, even if only to find out where he was now.

“Ma, Pa, tomorrow Galang wants to go to school,” said Galang after a week of school holidays outside the care of the hospital.

One week without doing anything, and just stay in the room, making Galang's head fuller by the shadows Anggita and Denis.

About how crazy he used to be, choosing to run away from the house through the window, using only a long cloth potluck in the closet. How foolish he was to wait for news from a woman who did not love him at all.

“If you were forced to, why did you make such sweet memories during our relationship? Why are you so mean to me, Anggita?” tanya Galang looked at the clear sky from behind the window of her room.

The sky reminds her of watching Anggita from the car on her way home from school. Galang continued to see his picture with Denis. He misses his best friend very much, when he is alone Denis who is always there and accompanies him.

“You are still not recovered Galang. Do not make your parents more worried,” said Agra disguised prohibition behind it.

“If indeed Mama same Papa worryin Galang. You should be with Galang. Free also if Galang at home, you are also busy yourself. Papa with company and colleagues papa, and Mama who is busy with social friends mama,” Galang explained do not care if his parents will return angry like when he was with Anggita first.

Agra's grip on the spoon and fork in his hand hardened. Rosa, who knew her husband would be angry, grabbed him by the hand and rubbed him gently.

“Galang, Papa works hard for you, and mama is busy too because we have to be close to many people, mama is also not limited to just get-togethers, but also, that's one way to help your papa,” explained Rosa hoping their son would understand.

“What all this has not made Mama Sama Papa enough?” asked Galang staring around their grand mansion. To him all his parents' treasures were more than enough for their lives to age. It will work, if the time has come. There was not the slightest hint of his mind wanting to spend the treasures of his two parents for things that were inappropriate.

All Galang wanted was the free time of his parents, so that they could be together. However, it is not togetherness as it is today. It is not togetherness that only causes noise in their homes.

“Galang, do not make your papa's mood damaged early in the morning,” reprimanded Rosa staring at Galang sharply.

Again, all Galang can do is apologize, lower his head, and return to his room on the grounds of wanting to rest.

He was finally able to return to school, after almost a month off. All sorts of tasks, already piled up in a small note that he used to record all the laggards himself.

One thing that makes Galang's head more dizzy, is that on the first day he went to school, so many students gave him gifts and congratulations because Galang had recovered. Not with the wounds on his heart. The wound was still wet and wide.

During the break, Galang decided to find Denis for his class.

“Lo don't know Lang, if Denis has moved?” ask a classmate of Denis who thinks that his close friend Denis already knows about it.

“Moving?” repeat Galang with both eyebrows drawn inwards.

“Iya, it's been a while. Yes, when you are off because of the accident,” replied the curly-haired man in front of Galang.

“Why don't I know?” lirih Galang's.

“Thanks yes info,” said Galang turned around and walked away from Denis class.

He continued walking, until he passed his class, then Anggita class.

The man continued to stare at the table that Anggita had once occupied. But the girl was not seen.

“She where?” ask Galang.

Everyone closest to him just disappeared.

“Hai,” greet Rania who stood in front of the class, and found Galang constantly staring into his class.

“Member has not been in for a long time,” said Rania guessing the contents of Galang's head.

Galang asked where the girl was going, but her lips were tightly closed, and she ended up with a slow nod.

A week passed, and Anggita still did not show the trunk of his nose. Galang who was getting tired of guessing everything was alone, decided to go to the cafe where Anggita worked.

Niente.

The girl wasn't there, and her co-worker no one knew.

“I think you know, right you're her boyfriend,” Throw Citra still does not expect if Anggita does not tell anyone.

He and Farah have asked everywhere, until finally the news that he got Anggita has moved.

Galang just shook his head slowly, without telling what happened between the two of them on that dark night.

“Kalo soul mate certainly not to where,” said Farah patted slowly the shoulders of Galang who dropped.

“I'm sure he's fine. There may be too many injuries in this place, so he chose to leave,” Farah replied after finding out if Anggita moved out of town, but did not know for sure which city.

“I'm sorry, Ma'am,” said Galang turned around and left.

“No need to drink or eat first?” tawar Farah because Galang's face looks very sad.

“Ngak, Ma'am. Thanks,” refused Galang walked towards his motor and decided to go home.

Arriving at home, no one welcomed his return, until Galang immediately walked to the room, and dropped his body on the bed.

He blinked for a while, when he saw the door of his wardrobe move by himself.

His eyes squinted, and Galang walked over to the closet.

“Welcome my brother!”

***