The Last Love's
The Cruelness of Our Destiny

Galang's hand movements came to a halt, as he had already pulled his arm far back. Ready to blow a blow to the face of the brother who has impregnated his sister.

“Alan, are you papa?” anggita asked directly to block Alan's body, and was ready to take the blow.

His eyes closed tightly, he even involuntarily held his breath. But he felt nothing about his body.

“Why did you come here?” alan asked in a loud voice.

“I nyari you. You think I'm doing here,” grumbled Anggita while helping Alan stand up, and kept him away from the man who was about to come back to beat him.

Galang's body froze, slowly his fist loosened and his hand returned he lowered it. His head began to rise looking at the girl who had a voice similar to the woman who had left him.

“You are crazy huh? You want to kill my girlfriend? If you dare, you step on my corpse,” maki Anggita pull the collar of the man before her, and challenge the man.

Galang held the position of his head that was still slightly lowered, staring at the movement of the lips of the woman who threw insults at him.

Anggita also continues to show his courage, without realizing that the man he is now challenging is a man who desperately tries to avoid and forget, even though all that fails.

“Your boyfriend?”

The sound was so slow, almost like a whisper. Instantly Anggita's body stiffened.

‘That voice? No noise Galang, ‘kan?’ ask Anggita in the heart.

His stiffened body, making his hand grip on the collar of the man's shirt stronger.

“Iya, my girlfriend!” answer Anggita firmly.

“Already, Anggita. We better go home,” invite Alan to pull Anggita's hand until he releases his hand from the collar of clothes dirty by dust and mixed with blood.

Galang's hand was raised, touching the tip of Anggita's hand that he could still touch before the girl actually passed from before him.

As if electrocuted, Anggita's body suddenly shook. The touch was very short, but he could feel the same touch of a hand as six years ago.

“What are you riding here? Why are you here anyway,” grumbled Alan for fear if something happened to his lover.

“Engine!”

“I—iya?”

“Why you? You cry?” alan asked as he looked at the tears dripping down his lover's face.

“Where am I crying, see you are injured?” anggita answered touching the wound on the corner of Alan's lips.

“Udah, I'm not papa. Don't cry dong, I'm sorry I made you worry. Though soon I want to go home,” said Alan rubbing Anggita's cheek and holding his girlfriend's hand out of the alley.

From behind the wall, Galang heard everything they were talking about, making the old wounds in his heart reopen. He continued to follow the pair of lovers, until his bead caught a bicycle that was still firmly attached to his memory.

“Why does destiny bring us back together?” tanya Galang stared at the departure of Anggita.

“I'm the one who brought the bike, you are injured like that,” said the girl did not let Alan who was piggybacking on her.

“I'm heavy, Anggita. Later you are not strong paddle bike,” replied Alan did not have the heart to see Anggita tired.

“Don't be stubborn, later we get longer until his house,” staunch girl told Alan to sit in the back seat.

Seeing his lover turned fierce, Alan also complied, and told Anggita to tell him if he was not strong anymore pedaling a bicycle.

Arriving at Alan's house, the two choose to enter through the back door after sending a message to Kevin to bring him clothes.

“I go home first yes,” Anggita told Alan.

“Why? You haven't eaten.”

“Udah. Last afternoon I ate, my body was all pegel-pegel,” elak Anggita massaged his shoulders and arms.

“Ya. Want me anter?” tawang Alan's.

“No need,” reject Anggita.

After discussing to deal with the questions that Alan's parents were likely to ask, they came back to the front, and acted as if they had just returned home.

“Alan, your face why?” tanya Ratih directly approached his son.

“No papa, Mom. There was a person who was snatched, so Alan bantuin,” replied Alan with a wide grin.

“Iya, Mom. If there is no Alan, do not know how the fate of the person who was snatched earlier, Mom,” Anggita tapped Alan's shoulder as an expression of pride.

“I say go home first yes, Mom,” said Anggita greet the hands of Ratih and Pak Galih, and bring Jihan.

“Where did you eat it? Yummy no?” ask Anggita when they're on their way home.

“Iya, delicious, Sister. Kan brother who cooks,” replied Jihan.

Upon arrival at home, Anggita immediately asks Jihan for a break, and she goes to her own room. Tears that he had been holding since, finally spilled right when he just closed and locked the door of his room.

“Why is fate so cruel to us, Galang? Why should we see you again?” lirih Anggita closed her mouth, so that the stuffing is not heard until out of the room. He pressed his chest firmly, the pain of his own attitude towards Galang, made his heart hurt.

However, he also tried to brush off all that. Aggita trying to be sure if the man met by his lover is not Galang.

“Not possible. There's no way he's here, for what? Surely I was just hallucinating,” Anggita said trying to refute what his heart felt.

He looked at his hands that had come into contact with the man.

“I'm definitely overdoing it,” rebut it again.

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On the other hand, Galang also locked himself up, and did not want to be disturbed by anyone, although his sister was so anxious when she saw her brother coming home with dirty clothes and an injured face.

“What kind of destiny is Anggita? Is all that true if you don't have any feelings for me all this time?” tanya Galang recalled how sharp Anggita's gaze from between her dangling hair covered her face.

“Is all that not enough for you to hurt me? You can not even appreciate the feelings of men who sincerely love you,” said Galang reminiscing about the difficult times he passed day by day, in solitude.

Even after his parents were gone, he still could not meet his old friend, because Denis' parents strictly forbade them to get to know each other again.

All the memories of when they were together, until the last night he saw Anggita, continued to spin in the head of Galang. The stare was sharp, and Anggita's tone was still the same as the last night of their meeting.

“Why, Anggita? Is it because I didn't help you when you were locked in the school toilet because of Rania? Is it because my parents didn't approve of our relationship? What makes you hate that much as I do?” asked Galang with a chest that felt tight.

He wanted to attract the girl and ask her everything. Asked the reason behind his sudden departure, as well as the strong reason Anggita hated him so much.

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