A Gift for Lala

Nine - What I Want

"Lala, why did you come home with your friend on the bike? Why don't you call Mama, ask to be picked up by Mr Ali?"

"Udahlah, Mum. It's just dibributin. Lala's tired of it..." I went straight up the stairs to my room. I don't want to hear Mama's talk anymore. Anyway, I don't want to ruin my cheerful bright mood. I want to tell Gigi. I immediately grabbed the smartphone and looked for Gigi's contact.

"Hello, Gi."

"What's up, La?" answer Gigi in a whispering voice.

"Why you?" I just don't understand why Gigi talks at Hp with whispers.

"If you want to chat, La. You see if I found out I was chatting at Hp ntar Mama maxain I joined the family gathering. I told you again to do a lot of work."

Wkwkwk. Basic Dental!

"Yes, yes. Wear it old-fashioned way."

What I mean by old school is using Yahoo massanger. I immediately rushed to my laptop. Activate Yahoo and before I double-click Gigichantyk@yahoo.com, it turns out that he was already logged in.

Gigichantyk: Alloaow.... Whats up La?

Do_lala: Great news. I've got a lot of tmn, Gi.

Gigichantyk: That's it. Gw blg jg what. I can :-)

Finally streaming my story about A'am, Junot, Fadly, Yola. About Junot's invitation. And other... But suddenly...

By Trian_ozz: Hi Lala...

I was surprised, it turned out that Trian came in too. Yesterday he was arrogant to go away without saying goodbye. The bodo! Kucuekin. Mending talks to Gigi.

I am still a bitch, even though I don't have to. Ah... Let's leave! He is the same with me.

Trian_ozz: Eh sorry yesterday I unplugged gal blang2. The internet is error. Trus I'm going in again.

Because the internet is an error? Phew... Kirain I have always been the girl who is dicuekin, no matter in dumay even once. I finally got back at Trian and went on and on...

Teeth have been pulled because they want to crawl with his friend. Mum's gone again. Gigi, my best friend who always raised my heart.

I didn't realize it was nearly two hours of chatting with Trian. If Mama hadn't called me, I would still be talking to Trian. In those two hours I knew a lot about Trian. He's in semester V, majoring in architecture. He told me that his hobby of drawing made him love graphic design. I also told him that I like to write but Mama doesn't like my hobby.

"You should be able to explain to your Mama, La, if your hobby is not something useless. The author is challenged to have a broad insight. Not just being a delusional delusion. But a delusion that has a high imagination. Not everyone has the power of imagination and creativity."

Hmmmm... Maybe also his words. Trian is quite encouraging to my heart.

For two hours it was also without me realizing I had poured out a lot of my heart to Trian. At first it was certainly about Mama's dislike if I wrote, finally all I let out.

I don't know why I opened this to Trian. Indeed, if we never stop hoping in God, there must always be miracles. Yeah, I'm really saying it's a miracle. This time I was able to talk so openly with a stranger I had never known.

"Have you heard of La? Some say you will truly be human if you can make a decision. So the point is, it all comes back to you because you know what you want the most. God has given you such a great talent. It would be wrong if you didn't develop it."

I looked at Trian's words. He's right! It all depends on myself. I need to be able to make decisions for myself.

I immediately went down to the living room looking for Kompas published last Sunday. Here goes! I smiled when I saw an ad about a teen novel writing contest. I immediately ran upstairs to my room. After a long time understanding the requirements I began to look for ideas for the novel I was going to write.

I opened my flasdisk file looking for short stories I had written since Junior High, only from here I could find an idea for this novel contest. I should be able to, my resolve is in my heart. Not being a champion is okay. The important thing is that I can prove, at least to myself, that I am capable of doing what I want.