The Last Love's
Wrong Fall in Love

“Angita is afraid of falling in love again,” Anggita said in tears.

He poured out his entire heart in front of the graves of his parents, until he did not realize that the sky above him was slowly turning dark, as if feeling the sadness of the girl who was complaining to his parents.

You do not care about the drizzle that slowly falls soaking the earth. The light blue sweater he was wearing was slowly turning dark because it was wet by the water droplets.

“Same mother don't be sad huh. We'll do our best to get Angita and Alan together now. I will not be a weak and ugly child anymore. But Anggita please, today justin Anggita nangis as much. Because Anggita does not know again when to come here,” said Anggita with tears that began to be disguised by the rain that was getting busier and heavier.

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In the guest room occupied by Jihan, the girl continued to cry as she had not seen her brother since earlier. Until Ana finally told Galang who was in the office. No matter what, he was busy or anything.

Galang, who was meeting with clients at the time, was forced to stop his presentation when his assistant came in with a cell phone.

“Sorry, Sir. There was a call from Miss Anaya,” whispered Galang's assistant.

“Ana?”

Galang immediately picked up his phone and walked outside the meeting room.

“What's up, Ana?” ask Galang.

“Huffh! Finally I can talk to sister as well,” said Ana with a sigh of relief.

“Why? Did something happen to you?” asked Galang when he accidentally heard someone's sobs.

“Not me. But Anggita. She is not home and no one knows where she is going, including her own boyfriend,” explained Ana made Galang's eyelids widen.

“Sister will find him now. You calm down, Jihan, and don't panic. He must be fine,” replied Galang immediately disconnect the call and go back to the meeting room.

“Sorry, I'm having a sudden affair. So, the meeting will continue next time. Thank you,” said Galang to all meeting participants and rushed into the elevator.

When being pressed like this, he felt that the speed of the elevator was very slow, but all because the room was too high from the first floor of the office. Not wanting anything to happen to Anggita, Galang ran quickly to the parking lot, and contacted his people to help find Anggita.

“Where you rain like this Laras,” muttered Galang while on the way to find Anggita.

A pair of Galang neutrals moved restlessly to the right and left of the road he was traveling.

His visibility became limited due to heavy rain, and he was unable to drive his car at high speed.

His first destination was the Anggita's old residence. I wish my ex-boyfriend was really there.

“Laras!” call Galang while knocking on the door of the board in front of him.

He even went around, and peeked out of the window that he had been snooping for some time. However, there was no sign of anyone entering the small house. He got back into his car. Continuing his search until he accidentally saw someone at a cemetery not too far from the highway.

“Laras? Is that really him?” tanya Galang lowered the glass of the car and increasingly sure if the vision is not wrong.

He quickly got out of the car, and brought an umbrella.

The person who is dissolved in his grief, does not realize if someone is coming and approaching to him.

Before Galang lay eyes on Anggita, the man's steps were restrained when Anggita was talking about himself in front of the tomb. Finally he also knows which way and what kind of attitude he must take, to awaken Anggita.

Anggita stared at the tomb of his parents who were still dripping with water from the sky, while he no longer felt it. Slowly his head lifted, looking at an umbrella that was shading him. With a stiff movement, his head turned towards the back, seeing a man wearing pantofel shoes, basic pants, and a neat suit. Without even looking at the man's face, he had already guessed who was accompanying him now.

“Come home, everyone is waiting for you at home,” said Galang ducked. Letting his shoes and clothes get dirty by the splashes of earth around them.

“You why can it be here?” ask Anggita with trembling lips.

Seeing Anggita's paled face, soaking wet, and her rancid lips turning blue from shivering, Galang put down his umbrella and opened the suit he was wearing.

Pairing the suit on the tiny body of Anggita.

“You can hold her umbrella? We go home now,” said Galang directly put his left arm under the folds of Anggita's leg, and his right hand supported the woman's shoulder.

“Let's get her umbrella? Or want to rain to his car?” asked Galang when Anggita remained unmoved.

“Ya already if you do not want,” concluded Galang started walking towards the car, and sat Anggita next to the steering chair.

The man deftly looked for towels and blankets to dry Anggita's wet hair, as well as envelop the girl.

“Other times don't rain. If you are sick everyone is sad, especially Jihan and your boyfriend,” said Galang while continuing to dry Anggita's hair gently. No matter what her hair and clothes are wet.

Anggita's hand slowly lifted, touching Galang's hand that was still on his head.

“I am not papa,” said Anggita while lowering Galang's hand from his head.

“You can't lie to me. Obviously you are no longer okay. Why don't you tell anyone at home? Including your own sister. He cried out for you,” Galang's scolding at length, making Anggita feel guilty for his sister.

“I don't know,” Anggita replied.

He threw his face towards the window. Don't want Galang to see himself crying.

“No idea if your sister is worried?” tanya Galang continued to look at Anggita even though the woman before him did not look back at him.

Angita shook his head slowly. “No idea if I came here,” honestly.

Galang no longer responds to the words Anggita. He drove his car away from the funeral. Silence and silence are now so familiar to accompany the two of them while being together. Until they pass the path they often pass, none of them open their voices, even just to remind and reminisce.

In his silence, Anggita clearly remembered the highway that became the first place of their meeting, slowly the corner of Anggita's lips lifted. Forming a very thin smile, so that Galangv who was beside him could not see the smile.

“Funny.”

Galang's reflexes turned towards Anggita, hearing the shrill voice of the girl beside him.

“Who? Me?” tanya Galang was full of confidence.

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