I WASN'T...

Ghost House

I ended up being carried to Gilang's house that afternoon for one reason or another. Mother allows willingly her daughter to be taken by this brainless man.

"Where's the key, huh?" he reached into his pants pocket, then his shirt pocket. "Gue forgot where to put the keys to the house."

"Download it, you have it!"

"That's real teak wood. If you break it, your shoulder is broken."

I took a deep breath. "Lo put the keys in the car, maybe?"

He scratched his chin. "Gue didn't bring anything to the car except the laptop."

Seriously? Not bring anything? For some reason, I went ahead and grabbed the doorknob. When I pushed the door of his two-meter-high house, it opened.

I went to Gilang who was angry. "Hehe, I forgot the door" he admitted.

"Forgot?"

"Well, the door is open! Come inside!" he walked in without feeling guilty.

"Gil, you forgot the door, loh!" i'm reminding.

"Udah used to be," the answer even made me more worried. "Want to go straight to the reading room?" ask while walking.

We passed through his living room which was blue in the sky. The living room looked empty. There was only one long table surrounded by a sofa. A large window stretched out to the left of the living room, revealing the simple front yard of my house. There are no displays, but it will be crowded if there are plants in the corner of the room and some paintings on the wall.

"Gil, danger that you forget to open the door of the house so," I continued the conversation while following him. "If there's a burrow, how?"

"Let's go in," said Gilang while widening. "That door!" he pointed at one of the doors. "That's my reading room. If you want to go there, you can. If you want to go around the house first, please. But the second and third floors, empty. I haven't renovated because I don't know what I'm wearing yet. If you go there, there's just dust."

"So seriously can I take a look?"

"Why not?"

"All rooms without exception?" i'm ascertaining. I'm afraid I went into his bedroom, it wasn't good.

"Get to my bathroom, you can see. Just relax!" he's ruffled around the waist. "Gue want to make cookies the same as juice first."

"okay."

After hearing my answer, Gilang went straight to the kitchen. Only the room looked from the outside. Looks like the kitchen of this house is left a little exposed.

I weighed a few seconds, wanting to enter which room first. The first door I opened was the first floor bathroom. Nothing special there. The room was just a shower for bathing and a toilet seat.

The second door is Gilang's bedroom. There was a large bed laid out in the middle of the room. The furniture in the room was just an empty table and a chair. Then, there was a door in the room that I guessed went to his private bathroom.

The third room was the door to the reading room he had shown. So I missed that first. I headed towards the glass door that was half covered in curtains. As soon as I opened that door, there was a very wide courtyard stretching out. Too bad that page wasn't maintained. Just an empty land.

"The snack is ready, Princess!" exclamation Gilang.

"Gil, you don't want to make your house more crowded?"

Gilang frowned. "Gue needs a calm atmosphere for nulis."

I let out a breath. "Not that! That is, your house is spacious but empty. Hang a painting or a photo, cake!"

"Gue doesn't like selfies. Painting.. I can't buy it."

Glazed led me into his reading room. I glanced at the contents of the room. The reading room of Gilang can be said to be the most spacious room on this first floor. All over its walls were embedded roof-high bookshelves. Then there were two more bookshelves in the middle of the room. I was amazed to see how he arranged and collected all the books. Of all the rooms, only this room looks colorful, because of the colorful book cover.

"Well, you can choose which book." Cross the bookshelf in the middle of the room, then sit on a moss-green sofa that is placed under a large window. The curtains open, letting the sunlight in. Glazed open the window. A gentle wind rushed in.

I hurriedly picked up one of the books by a foreign writer I knew, then followed her sitting on the sofa. The sofa was very comfortable. It is so soft that it can drown on it.

"Gue there's no time to buy these. I do a lot of work. I prefer to sleep or read a book in my spare time."

Justjust wonderful.. At the age of twenty years, he was already this old. Does he never know how to have fun?

The lha? Now I'm just pitying him? The stone head man like Gilang turned out to have a side that could be pitied as well. I thought he was just a stubborn nyolot teenager.

"Lo's parents, where?"

"There is no one." He brought a glass of warm tea to me. "It's jasmine tea, make Neng Kunti the world's best!"

"Damn, lo! Even why am I kunti!" I'm laughing along. I sipped the tea that Gilang served. The smell is very fragrant and it tastes sweet. "Pinter you make tea."

"So I tried to make juice. But it's a mess."

"How long have you been living, anyway? Can't make juice?"

"No juice, right? The value of my life depends on how comfortable my life is."

I raised an eyebrow. "Lo is like a religious teacher." I don't know this kid.

"Lo's free to go in and out of my house. But bring me your nyokap cuisine, will you?"

Oooh, is this the goal? Well, no problem, anyway.. As long as I can read a lot of books. Same goes with my cooking.

"Before this, where did you live?"

"Jakarta."

"Away too you moved?"

"I have a lot of money."

"Hahaha," No matter what, you're going to debacot. I'm tired. He wants to be familiar, the longer and the keki.

Long time in silence. I sit down next to me and read a thick book that I can't even read.

Secretly, I watched Gilang from behind the book in my hand. She's so skinny. His cheeks were thin and his skin was as pale as a ghost. Her hair was dark black, like a pen ink. His eyelashes are long.

"Why?" Shame suddenly lifted his face. "Why glare at me?"

My brain is thinking of finding an excuse. "Gue just thought, why can you be so skinny? You're not eating right, are you?"

"Gue eat if you remember." Shrug off shrug.

"Eating is the basic need of human life, Gil! You should eat at least three times a day!"

"Gue will eat, if the cook nyokap lo."

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm going to feed this kid. But not three times a day, too, dong?

"By the way, why are you so relaxed talking to me? I'm three years older than you!"

"Two proud," my son. "That's what book do you read?"

"Hm?" Gilang lifted his book. "Lo can't read the title?"

I looked at the writing on the cover of the book. "God! What language is that!?"

"Russia."

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