The Last Love's
After Rain Eased With Tears

“It turns out that your pedantic attitude never changed yes,” Anggita replied to look at the glance Galang who is now chuckling. It was as if what they were talking about was really funny.

“I nanya. Where did you try it from?” sahut Galang was so happy to make the look on Anggita's face suddenly turned upset. The girl gets prettier if she's lashing out or angry at him.

“You are not funny at all,” said Anggita.

The girl then folded her hands in front of her chest, and made the thick blanket that covered her body come into interest.

“We look for clothes first, let people at home not be more worried see you come home wet like this.”

Anggita just obey the words of Galang. Know if Galang will do his best for himself and Jihan. His sister will definitely ask a lot of questions and is very sad to see how things are like now.

They finally arrived at a boutique. Make Angita who never entered a place as good as it is, hesitant to get out of the car. The heavy rain that had originally flushed the streets, now turned back into spots that increasingly subsided.

Galang first got out of the car and walked open the door for Anggita.

“Come down,” take it.

“Why go to this place? Can't go to the laundry?” ask Anggita.

He thought Galang would take him to the laundry. Have people there clean their clothes, and get them dry quickly, sort of using a hair dryer or something. Not going to a fancy boutique like the one before him right now.

“Ngak. Come on I carry, if you are embarrassed, just cover your face with a blanket,” proposed Galang. In an instant Anggita was already in the sling Galang. Making Anggita screech restrained in surprise.

“Down me Galang!” pinta Anggita glared her eyes at Galang.

“Ngak. You're long gone. Just close his face, someone will see,” told Galang, do not want the male waiter in the boutique to see Anggita's face.

“Welcome Mr. Galang. Can we help you?” ask a boutique employee who came to Galang.

Hearing someone approaching, Anggita also covered her face using a blanket that also carried along when Galang carried her. He was very embarrassed if people saw his disheveled and wet face and hair, even though Galang was not much different from him. But the man actually looks more handsome, plus the white shirt is wet, showing the shape of the body and the muscles of his arms clearly.

“Where is Lila? Have him face me now,” Galang told the woman before him.

Not long after, a gentleman walked quickly to face Galang.

“Ah Mas Galang . Can anyone please help?” asked a gentleman who walked up to Galang.

“Hmm. Please find my women's and my clothes. All the coldness of her hair, and make up for her naturally,” said Galang glanced at Anggita who was still fixated on his lap.

MY LADY?

Anggita squeezed the blanket that covered her face, and peeked at Galang who was now looking towards her.

“Enak aja you say I am your woman,” hiss Anggita with squeaking eyes, as if ready to give punishment to Galang.

While the man was annoying in front of him, just smiling broadly at seeing him angry.

Anggita finally jumped down from the top of Anggita's lap, and glanced at the man standing before her.

“Hai sis's. Come along eike,” said Lila spread her hand, asking Anggita to go with her.

Seeing a figure that he believes is a man, but behaving like a woman, makes Anggita scared and nervous. He then turned towards Galang with a clear face.

“But him?” Anggita wanted to cry when Galang actually told people like Lila to serve him.

Seeing Anggita who looked reluctant, Galang also approached towards him.

“Ngak papa's. He won't fuck you. Later if I have changed clothes, I immediately samperin you,” said Galang gently, calming Angita who was troubled.

“Nothing else is it?” whispered Anggita, hoping that Galang called the woman who greeted him when he just entered earlier.

“Ngak. He's the only one I can count on,” replied Galang quickly.

He leads Anggita to follow where Lila went.

“Truly, safe?” asked Anggita continued to turn to look at Galang who was trying to hold back his laughter so as not to break.

“Iya, Barrel. If he holds you. You immediately said it to me,” replied Galang.

Anggita finally nodded, and walked behind Lila who was earlier than him.

With the blanket still wrapped in his body, Anggita walked very slowly, until they entered a room.

“Well, princess can clean up first here. Let's eike looking for a change of clothes first,” said Lila as they stood in front of the bathroom in Lila's room.

Suppose we peeked at the bathroom he was about to enter. Looking for a towel or something, to cover his body later.

“Quiet aja. Inside eike already ready shampoo the same extra fragrant soap with fragrant fragrance. Same bathrobe is also in the corner closet,” explained Lila.

“Oh. Okay. Thanks,” Anggita replied smiling stiffly and walking into the bathroom before her after the man called Lila left.

Aggita starts to turn on the shower and regulate the temperature of the water that comes out soaking her body. Slowly the cold began to disappear and Anggita's body began to fresh again.

After cleaning her body, Anggita wears a white bathrobe that she finds. Then came out to look at the clothes Lila had chosen for her.

“Sorry. Are there no clothes similar to the clothes I was wearing?” ask Anggita when she sees a row of dresses in front of her.

Lila shook her head slowly. “Dress is more suitable for Princess,” her answer continues to force Anggita to choose one of the five dresses that he brought.

“Euum, is there anything longer than this?” Anggita stared at the horror of the knee-length dress.

It looks beautiful when she wears it. However, he did not forget that he is currently with his former lover and is afraid that Galang will be caliph or something.

“Please this aja.”

Anggita and Lila turned to the door. Galang was standing there in front of him in clothes that were almost similar to the clothes he was wearing before. Just different colors. The man stood with both hands against the hanger. One sleeveless dress slightly above the ankle of Anggita, and her right hand held a Korean long-sleeved cardigan.

Anggita was still glued to his place when Galang walked up to him.

“Kalo you don't want to either. We go home with you using this bathrobe.”

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