I WASN'T...

The Writer

My mouth gaped when I saw the man yesterday standing at my doorstep. Unlike yesterday, this time he preached. Her hair was neatly combed and she wore a white shirt combined with her black pants neatly ironed. How surprised I was when I found out who he really was.

"Gee.. Gi.. Gi.." My voice can't come out so shocked.

"Hi, sorry, like yesterday we didn't greet each other properly," he said with a grin, showing off his clean white neat teeth like a toothpaste advertisement. I bet this guy goes to the dentist once a week. "Yesterday you brought me lunch, it was so good! As a token of gratitude, I'm anter lo to school."

I'm still dumbass. The man I had admired for his writing was now only a few centimeters away from where I stood.

"Gue thought you were ready," he added again, seeing I was in a neat uniform. Actually, I was going to school, a second before his presence.

"Who?" Dika's sister appeared from behind me. A toast hangs in his mouth. "Guests?"

"O.rang next door." answered me slowly, still not believing what I saw.

"What do you need?"

"You take Debi to school" said the man before me.

Brother Dika wrapped his hand on my shoulder. "Nganter Debi school?" he repeated the words of the tall man. "The new gue this first time see lo. I can't let my beloved sister be taken away by strangers."

"I have the house next door."

"The ghost house next door, you mean?"

"The house is big and a little creepy, but there's no ghost."

"Waaah, I guess why at the gathering at the front door. It turns out there's Nak Gilang, "Mommy's following him.

"Say!?" Brother Dika followed in shock. "Come the author of that booming mystery-romantic novel!?"

"Say, meet me, this is Mom's first child, her name is Dika. He's been busy taking care of the green table lately" Mom patted Dika on the shoulder.

"I'm Gilang, who has a house next door," Gilang extended his hand. Brother Dika greeted him awkwardly.

"Then Debi met yesterday, right?" ask Mom to make sure.

"Already, Mom," Gilang replied gently. My mouth looked at her innocent manner.

"Son Gilang so take Debi to school?"

"So, Mom!"

Brother Dika patted my back with a puffed up chest. Clearly he also knew who this Gilang in front of him was. "Please take good care of my sister, yeah! He's a weak kid and needs protection."

Glance glanced at me. From the glare of his eyes, I understand very well he is mocking. This guy is two-faced!

"Be careful on the road, yeah!" Mom handed my backpack to Gilang's hand. Why is everyone so kompakan support the snake this one!?

I was forced to join Gilang to go to school because Mother and Sister Dika supported me. Even if I get kidnapped, my family will find me easy. Gilang, right, famous writer.

He drove me into his car. The shiny black sedan car, exactly the same as the car that I saw the other day brought the stressed girl. "Where's your wife?"

"Lo slurping?" Gilang still doesn't understand.

"Lo don't have to be absent again. When the first day of moving in your house, there are girls who do not lose nyolotnya same lo. He even kicked me, but I just stood up."

I heard my story, not angry. I think he admitted that he was a nyolot. "He's my assistant, not my wife. Anyway, I got married to aunty!"

"Yes, when your taste is like that."

"Well, by the way, which way to your school?"

I nepok jidat. Fortunately, the housing complex has not yet been exited. "This is turning right!"

"OK, Ma! Please enjoy the journey!" the answer. However, after the car turned in the direction I was told, he asked again, "which turn is this?"

"Left."

Two minutes later, "there's a fork. Where am I going?"

"Straight."

Three minutes later, "red light, where am I going?"

"God! If you keep going, I have to enjoy what!?"

"Eh, where, uh!?"

"Straight, straight!" tell me, pissed. I snorted to see him grin. "Lo if you don't know the way, don't be pretentious to take people to school!"

"Gue, right, well-intentioned."

"Gue use an assistant or online taxi. More practical and easy," his haughty tone clearly sounded in my ears.

"Keep, now that you're out this neat, where are you going?"

Gilang looked at it briefly. "Not where. I just want to do it."

"Homeone?"

"Gue can wait until you get home from school, and we go back together" he replied lightly.

My eyebrows are wrinkled. "Lo's not a busy person?" I remember when he was angry was not clear when himself stray.

He pointed at the back seat. I turned my head and saw two silent laptops not flinching over the seat.

"Laptops?"

"Hhh.. Your mother told you yesterday, if you like to read books. People who like to read books know me. I dare to bet, there are at least two or three of my novels that you have."

I have three of Gilang's novels, anyway..

"But I don't think you're this slow to think."

"Lo just answer me, it's hard, huh? What do I have to wear first?" this guy is really making gregetan.

"Gue is busy. I was busy writing. The author is free to write anywhere," he explained. "Gue can wait until you get home from school, while I continue to write."

I let out a breath. "As far as you."

"Where is this going?"

"Lo take the left lane, keep turning left at the other end."

He followed my orders. He's pretty good at driving, beyond my expectations. "Temen-temen at your school, pretty-beautiful?"

"Much."

"Gue's famous, isn't it, right there?"

"Hmm.." I thought. So far I have never discussed the issue of a booming novel with anyone, including Rena. If with Rena, he chatted more about her budget, her lessons, or how her life seemed to always be fun. There's not much about me I'm telling you. I'm quite a good listener.

When it comes to Satya, it doesn't seem much different. We talked about lessons. I often forget about math. We spend more time training for the Olympics.

"Where?" ask Gilang again.

"Lo neat like this for a boozy nyari at my school?" search me.

"Anytime I get it," Gilang chuckled. "Try thinking! I'm handsome, tall, young, earning. Who, the hell, is going to reject me?"

"Grand."

"Big, Deb! Don't answer me that!"

I glanced at Gilang, there was a disappointed expression when he heard my answer. "My friend, Rena, she's beautiful."

"Where's this turn?"

"Right."

"Lo's school is far away too, huh?"

"Nyampe soon."

"OK, continued Rena."

"But you have to make Rena flutter."

Spoken hard. Car's up to the screw. For a long time he did not, until he could not breathe. He took pains to rearrange his breath as soon as he remembered carrying the child on the passenger bench. "What is temen lo? Is this a novel story?"

"But he never really bothered with guys!" i insist. "How many times he's been approached by a guy, no one's ever been."

"Keep relationships with others, all you have to look for is a sense of comfort. Deg-degan is a plus."

I turned the eyeball. Whatever he is, what to say. "Stop right there, in front of the gate!"

"No parking for a car?"

"No need to go to my school!"

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