The Last Love's
Tigers Females

Galang tipped to laugh when Anggita looks like a female tiger who was about to run amok. Or a bull ready to kick it far to the end of the world.

“Iya-iya. Wh why? Why did you come out like this, hmm?” tanya Galang is ready to hear Anggita's ramblings long like a train.

“I don't want to use that hairdryer. Is there an anginkan fan? I want to use it just to want my hair,” explained Anggita with a pleading gaze.

In just a blink of an eye, the look on the face and gaze of the girl could instantly change. The impression that is so expressive makes Galang increasingly fall for him. He then turned his head towards Lila who came to them, and stood a few steps behind Anggita.

“Kalo use the fan, later you even catch a cold. It's not papa. Once in a while using a hair dryer, it will not make your good hair is damaged,” said Galang because the boutique provides AC, and the fan is only in the personal space of Galang. If Anggita goes in there, it is certain that the girl in front of him will wonder, and will know if the boutique belongs to him.

“I'm not used to using it,” honest Anggita again.

“Yes already, if so let me who wants your hair,” Galang tukas then walk towards Lila.

“Please look for a mini fan, or a hand fan, any object that can be used to dry her hair,” whispered Galang.

“Ready, Boss,” replied Lila quickly.

The woody man immediately got a sharp eye from Galang, because he almost freely called him with the boss in front of Anggita.

“Ya already, search there,” tell it.

Lila immediately went to look for employees to ask if they had a mini fan or not, although it was very unlikely to get it, because each room was facilitated by AC.

“Come in. Later you shiver here,” invite Galang to pull Anggita's hand and bring her back to Lila's room whose AC temperature is not as cold outside the room.

“I don't want to use it,” staunch Anggita thinks that Galang will use the same tool as Lila.

“Yes, I asked for help he found a fan,” Galang replied casually.

They were silent until when Lila returned, Galang immediately approached his subordinates.

“Where? Ada?” ask Galang.

“Not there, Boss. There is only a leather book doang,” replied Lola handed the leather book double folio that she found near the warehouse.

“You seriously want to tell me to want her hair to wear this? When did Lila dry,” grumbled Galang.

“Yes how you want, Boss. No one brought a fan. This boutique person is very cold,” said Lila did not want to be blamed anymore.

“Ya. I asked him first.” Galang walked towards Anggita. showing the book skin to him.

“Pake this want?” tanyakanya.

“Yes, no papa. That's it,” Anggita replied.

Lila heaved a sigh of relief as Anggita finally no longer looked for the fan, after having got her instead. But now Galanglah is miserable. Because he had promised to dry Anggita's hair, he was the one who had to fan the hair of his ex-lover.

One or two minutes, the soreness is still not felt, until the longer his hand muscles feel stiff and he moved back and forth to dry Anggita's hair.

“Udah?” tanyakanya.

Galang exhaled a tired breath, and continued to do his job well.

“You tired?” ask Anggita when he felt the wind behind his head getting longer and more lost and tasteless.

“Ngak. Gini time I am tired,” Galang replied clearly lying.

He is trying to enjoy their moment together again. Without anyone bothering and bothering them.

“Already. I took the comb first,” concluded Galang about to leave Anggita's hair.

Anggita immediately turned around and held Galang's hand.

“Neventless. I can do it myself,” reject Anggita snatch a comb from Galang's hand.

“Udah, no papa. So let me just,” strong Galang, because with that he can continue to enjoy the scent of fragrant Anggita hair, as well as smooth and soft.

“Nothing at all. You do not steal the opportunity yes,” threatened Anggita directs a comb in his hand right in front of Galang's eyes.

“Surely your feelings. I just help you so we can just go home,” replied Galang.

“You think that's just what reason you want to love in front of your girlfriend later. Let me tidy up your hair,” said Galang, managed to snatch the comb from Anggita's hand.

The girl realized that if she answered all honestly, then all her past would be exposed. He couldn't imagine it would happen. Until finally he thought of finding the right reason so that Alan and his family were not suspicious.

Anggita put on her face alone. Although he was still amateurish, at least the results that looked quite satisfying, to make Galang stunned when he saw it.

“Udah? Now let's go home,” said Galang because his hands are very sore now.

“What was my shirt like?”

“Tomorrow I take in,” Galang replied directly pulled Anggita's hand to come with him to the car.

“You are ready to answer if later asked?” tanya Galang turned a glance towards Anggita who was sitting sweetly beside her.

“Udah,” Anggita replied briefly.

Galang nodded slowly. Silence accompanied their journey. The smell of the wet road, the residual rain just now, gushed in from the car window Anggita opened. The girl's hair was blushed by the wind and the speed of Galang's car.

The girl's mind was fixed on the events during Anggita's disappearance. In the pouring rain, he looked for his sister, and her lover was still unconscious in the hospital. It felt so heartbreaking when he had to endure it all alone.

‘I used to almost give up on all this. Walk in the darkness of the night, while Jihan's body rests on my back. After I made it through it all, and you're still holding on to a love I never revealed. God meets us again, Lang,’ Inner Anggita with a blank look out the window.

He was not afraid of the presence of Galang in his life. Because all he needs to do is keep acting like the beginning. It used to be because of Galang's parents that he had to bury the taste that was in his heart. But now, it happened again for a different reason, and it was because of himself who had opened his heart to Alan. Letting the man color his days in the hope that he can forget Galang, and eliminate all the remaining flavors.

However, Angita realized that everything is not that easy. Galang's return, like turning the worn-out space in his heart, became the most comfortable space he wanted to occupy.

“What is my heart wavering with just this incident?”

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