The Last Love's
Spending the Night with Part 2

“I remember that time he was also injured,” Anggita said remembering Denis's face as the man tried to help him.

“As long as I go how are you?” anggita asked to stretch their arms, and looked at Galang until their beads met.

Gently Galang rubbed Angita's wet face.

“As you go, my love for you continues to grow,” replied Galang with both corners of the lips raised upwards.

“Nyebelin!” anggita grunts pushed Galang's chest strong, until their grip was released.

“Serious. You ask Ana,” he said.

“I'm getting stuck in my room more and more. Mom time is equally papa already not there, I became crazy work, and medicine tired I just with snot your face, and memories we used to,” honest Galang.

Never in the least did he put his hatred on the woman who had managed to captivate him from the first sight.

“Until I finally heard your voice. Stupidly, even I still memorize your voice,” said Galang staring Anggita with eyes so deep.

The witty face turned serious and even looked sad.

“I think only the same voice, it turns out the woman is really you,” said Galang increasingly sound heavy.

“Udah how long?” tanya Galang began to be interested in discussing the relationship of Anggita and her lover.

“Udah one year more,” Anggita replied slowly averted her eyes.

“You're happy with him?”

“He is good,” replied Anggita origin.

“I ask you happy is not the same him,” again Galang cupped Anggita's cheek to look back at him.

“Iya, I'm happy with her.”

Her words sound like a lie. Just like when he ended their relationship.

“Did he succeed in changing my place in your heart?”

“You ask what the hell,” criticism Anggita is not comfortable with the question Galang who is trying to find out his heart.

“I just want certainty so that I can choose to sincerely you or pursue your love again,” said Galang is only a formality, although he is more confident in his own heart if Anggita still loves him.

“All is clear, Galang. Me and you are just the past, and Alan is my future,” Anggita replied firmly.

“Kalo so this is our last night,” concluded Galang re-captured Anggita tightly.

Assume not to return his response. The girl just kept quiet. Trying to strengthen his heart, because again broke the heart of the man who now clearly still loves him.

‘I'm sure in your heart there's still my name, Anggita. If you are not in love, you must be trying to leave, Galang's inner’ increasingly tighten the deckapannya.

“Temenin me tonight, before tomorrow I see you same him again,” pinta Galang from his deepest heart.

Anggita bergeming.do not refuse or accept the request of a man who is channeling warmth to the body and niche of his heart.

Long enough Galang let go of his longing, before finally he invited Anggita to sit on the sofa.

“Luka who was on your forehead at that time,” said Galang touched Anggita's right forehead which he remembered when they met was injured.

“The culprit is sorry for me, if I meet you.”

“Whose culprit is it?” tanya Anggita looked at Galang.

“Friends are you,” replied Galang.

“I'm serious Laras. He has hurt you. All of that was his plan, and Denis managed to merge him,” Galang said with a serious look.

Seeing Galang's unchanging expression, Anggita slowly began to believe.

“He really did that? But he is good with me,” said Anggita still did not expect if his compatriot who he believed so had the heart to plan a heinous thing to him.

“That was just her play. I hope after tonight, we can both make peace with the wounds we have,” Galang said.

In his little heart, he hopes that after tonight, he can approach Anggita in a better way, to make the woman before him realize who the man in his heart is.

Aggita is still very surprised by the new facts he knows. Crying too much is enough to drain his energy, so he can not control his mood well, or pretend to be strong.

“After tonight, don't cry anymore. I will always be next to you, and do not go again, even though you have chosen him,” pinta Galang holding both hands Anggita.

Not knowing why, hearing Galang let him go with Alan, made his heart hurt. It was as if his little heart hoped that Galang would return to fight for him, and they were back together.

There are so many hopes and dreams when they are still in touch, and Anggita hopes that it can be realized with the man before her.

Selfish indeed. However, that was what his heart wanted now, when he was only with Galang. The man who managed to melt her hardened heart, and their journey made her an increasingly strong and unyielding girl.

“You want me to make a drink?” bargain Galang after Anggita eases his stuffing.

The girl just nodded.

Then walk towards the kitchen. Make a warm chocolate for both of them. Upon his return in his study, Anggita was still in the same place, as he left the girl.

“Why not escape? The door was not I key,” said Galang deliberately wanted to prank Anggita, so as not to dissolve in his sadness.

“Ngak papa,” Anggita replied briefly.

“I inflatable first. Still hot.” Galang took over the large mug in Anggita's hand, and blew the drink inside.

“It. I was a champion earlier let you love me again,” said Galang handed Anggita drinks.

“Ih ngaco's. Are you a shaman of love?” anggita retorted back to taunt Galang.

“I can be anything. Not shamans. But doctor love,” Correction Galang.

“You want to know what the spell is?”

“What?” ask Anggita.

“Ciee is also curious at last. Wh why? You're starting to feel again aren't you the same as me? Hmm hmm?” goda Galang watched the two cheeks Anggita met.

“No! Ih you are very satisfied. If you still say that, I came out,” threatened Anggita moved from her seat.

“Ya. Tomorrow I stay to talk to your best boyfriend,” replied Galang invite Anggita to leave.

Angry, stomping his feet, because Galang continues to threaten with the same thing.

Galang again led Anggita to sit quietly and again enjoy his special warm chocolate.

“Mantrasya. Anggita belongs to Galang, Galang belongs to Anggita,” whispered Galang increasingly makes Anggita cheeks heat up.

“Nya,” as long as the girl gulps back her warm chocolate.

“This sweet.” Pointing a warm chocolate in Anggita's grasp. “Or this?” The bar pointed at itself.

“Ya is obviously her warm chocolate. See you make this chocolate bitter,” said Anggita.

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