Lutfi Gilang's

11. About Lutfi

i

Back off to the day I asked Ateg to tell Gilang I wasn't dating Kelvin.

At the same time, when I wanted to Maghrib, I approached Ateg's room and sat in his study chair.

“Udah said, right?”

“Udah,” replied Ateg smile.

“When?”

“Tadi, out of school, three in the afternoon like. I didn't accidentally see him sleeping on the tile.”

“Hah?!” I called out in disbelief. “Above which tile?”

“Class twelve IPA.”

“Serious?”

“Iya.” replied Ateg held back a laugh.

“Ngapain him there?”

“He said, anyway, galau.”

I laughed, but I was worried. “Galau, sleeping on a tile? Level two more?”

“Iya.” Ateg answered while laughing.

“Kok you can see him?”

“Pas SMP, he is also often so.”

“Galau, keep sleeping on the tile?”

“Iya.”

I laugh. Suddenly stopped out of curiosity.

“Eh, fitting SMP, Gilang ever dating?”

“Enter,”

I'm a little sad to hear that. But still, I tried hard to find out more. “Whose name?”

“Ga remember what his name is.”

“One school?”

“Engga, different schools. Silat Gilang friends, he often participated in training in other schools because.”

“Said ever come to silat?”

“Iya.”

“What's the hunt?”

Ateg seemed to be thinking, perhaps remembering. “If it's not wrong, HMS.”

“Wah, same dong.” I exclaimed with joy.

“Same? Meaning?”

“My father is also a HMS college. It is taken from Arabic: Ha, Mim, Shod.”

“Waaah! It must be that soul mate!” Ateg exclaimed to make me excited.

“Eh, how long are they dating, anyway?”

“Sunday.”

“Free a week?!” I was shocked and happy at once.

“Iya,”

“You know why they broke up?”

Ateg nodded. “Gara Gilang mergokin again dating another guy, three more times, also each Gilang mergokin, the guy is different.”

“Aduh, pity Gilang.” I really feel sad. And do not expect, there could be a girl who is useless in a Gilang. “Continue, Gilang galau?” I'm nanya.

“Engga.”

“Kok is?”

“I, anyway, know this from his silat friend Gilang.”

“What does he say?”

“Tuh cewe, maksa-aksa Gilang to be her boyfriend.”

“Oooh...” I'm mangosteen.

“Ngerasa uncomfortable times, so finally dating.”

“Oh gitu.” I said full of relief.

“Kata Gilang, pas mergokin again cheating woman, he even sat down continue to recognize himself to his girlfriend's affair.”

“Serious?!” I almost snapped, so much faith.

“Iya.” replied Ateg, laughter.

“How to do that?”

“Yes he said, if Gilang is his girlfriend, continue to congratulate the guy, because he also managed to be betrayed like Gilang.” said Ateg while laughing.

“Hah? Continues?”

“Abis it Gilang go, because the guy who angrilyin his girl.” Ateg chuckles to himself hearing his story, so do I.

“Continue, fitting SMP, Gilang upset because of what?”

I haven't spoken yet, Ateg laughed. Make me more curious.

“Why the hell? Ceritain yaaaa!”

“Oke-okay, bentar.” Ateg nelen spit, trying to stop laughing. “He was upset because of bad luck, kept forgetting.” he said cut off because of laughter.

“Forgot what?” I'm getting curious.

“Tas she wears, it's a bag belonging to her sister. Still Kind of again.”

I laughed hearing that, and so did Ateg. “So, Gilang upset because of embarrassment harassed his friends?”

“Engga.” replied Ateg still laughing.

“Lah, continue?”

“Fear of being scolded by his mother.” he said then went back to gulping and stopped laughing. “Eh, I drank bentar.”

I nodded, and waited for Ateg to finish drinking.

After drinking, he sat back in his bed.

“Mother Gilang, fierce, what?” I'm nanya.

“Ga knows, I've never met. At most, he was just a submissive child, who dared not argue the words of his mother, right?”

“Can also, sih.” I said agree, and really hope Gilang so. “Eh, continue, it was fitting in what school?”

“So where, huh? I forgot.”

“Until you see Gilang bed on the tile.”

“Oh, yes. I told him to come down, I. Don't I see how it goes down, end in horror.”

“Continuously?” I am just getting impatient with the end result.

“She nyamperin me, keep nanya gini: ‘What Teg?’” ateg said while mimicking Gilang's style, making me chuckle.

“That must be him.”

“Iya, lah!” exclaim Ateg. He sat back on his bed. “Keep I said: ‘There's a message for you.’. ‘Mana?’ He is like that.”

“Continuously?” ask me more curious while hugging the sand on the chair.

“I'm confused as to what to answer. Yes, I said it was from you.”

“What does he say?”

“Says she?”

“Persis kayak that you said earlier. ‘What does he say?’”

“That?” I laugh.

“Iya.” replied Ateg spirit.

“Terus?”

“I said: ‘Lutfi ga dating Kelvin, she told myself to me.’”

“Continue, Refine answer what?”

“Oh.”

“Hah?”

“Iya, only answer: ‘Oh.’”

“That's doang?” I'm a little incredulous.

“Together one more,”

“What?”

“‘Aduh,’ thus. While melengos.”

“Kok, ouch, why?”

“Says: ‘I've spread hoaxs.’” news

I just didn't hear it. “It is, it should be directly imprisoned!” I shouted while affirming the last word.

“Punished in your heart, yes?”

“Apaan, anyway, Ateg, ih!” I said shyly, then we laughed.

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ii

Later that night, ba’da Isya, according to the agreement, I treat Ateg to eat at a lamongan that is not far from the boarding house after asking for permission from the same mother, and was given the origin back before 9. Her word.

The arrival, I was shocked half dead, because the sales turned out to be Mamang Budi, the school security guard.

“Pak Budi!” my sap then endured it.

“Who?” Ateg whispering.

“Satpam school.” reply.

Ateg was shocked to continue to follow the nyalamin.

“You must be SMAN student Purwokerto, yes?”

“Kok, know?” I'm just like Ateg, it's compact, unplanned.

“Iya, because if you usually eat at the father's place, usually call Mamang Uud.” he replied with village accent. Funnier. “Eh, sit-down, please.”

We sat in the chair provided.

“What message do you want?”

“Ayam village, two.” I replied.

“Thigh or chest?”

“Dada aja, yes?” I went to Ateg, made sure.

He's nodding. Agree with that.

“Siap.” said he then took two pieces of the chest and placed them on a light green tray, then lit a fire on the stove. While Mamang Uud prepared rice, he told a story. “Then again here call it Mamang aja, yes?”

“Iya Mang.” Back I'm the same Ateg answered compactly

“Siiip.... Mamang teah, happy with the current class of students.” he said while smuggling chicken into a pan full of oil that had begun to boil.

“Why Mang?” I'm nanya.

“Mamang is respected, respected, even though it looks like this, this.” he said while showing his body and then put rice and handwashing containers carefully.

I'm the same Ateg laughs little.

“Yes, Mamang is also often invited to eat together. Transacted again.”

I immediately thought it must be Gilang.

“Whose name is Pak?” ask Ateg

“Udah spelled out earlier,” said Mamang Uud by advancing his face and pretending to hit Ateg's head. “Eh! How the hell is it?”

We laugh again.

“I-iya. Excuse me. I repeat, who is Mang?”

“Well, that's good, more familiar effect.” replied Mamang while pouring hot tea into a glass that has been given sugar. Then said while stirring it.a handsome “Cowo, that is... whose name is Gilang, the author, loh.”.

“Author?” I was with Ateg nanya together and had time to look at each other.

“Iya. Said tea, likes to write about neng Lutfi.” Put two large glasses in front of us.

I was shocked to hear that. But I asked Ateg not to tell Mamang that Lutfi is my name.

“Write how it means, Mang?” I'm nanya.

“Poemisi, cerpen, sama nobel, if it's not wrong.” Mamang replied while kneading a lot of chili same onion, and garlic, which seems to have been fried before.

We laughed again.

“Novel times, Mang.” says Ateg try familiar.

“Yes it, Nopel.”

I almost heard it.

“Novel, Mang.” I said repeat.

Mamang raised the meat and drained it so that the oil would come down. “Iya pokonya that.”

Actually I still can't believe that Gilang wrote a lot about me especially until made poetry, short stories, and novels. I think he's got that shit.

“Say him too, love equally neng Lutfi.”

The deg! I almost screamed to hear it. I saw Ateg also giving a strange look while smiling. At that time, my face must have been red.

Mamang put a plate containing chicken meat kampung the chest that has been fried thoroughly, on the side there is a very tempting fried sambal. “Please,”

“Still Mang,” reply us.

“He said how, Mang?” Ateg suddenly nanya after washing hands, more embarrassed me.

“Kata mas Gilang tea, neng Lutfi it pinter, well, politely.” replied Mamang with his trademark accent.

Hearing it made me feel embarrassed.

“Continuously?” Ateg's getting on, don't know why.

“Say too, lutfi neng is beautiful, really even. Keep saying to Mamang gini: ‘Mang, if Mamang does not think that have this stall is beautiful, Lutfi a thousand times much prettier.’”

We laugh and believe.

“Yee. Serious tea mamang oruh.”

“Iya Mang,” answered us, then started eating the dishes in front of us.

“Terus Mamang so curious, how the hell Lutfi. He replied: ‘His skin is white, his hair is long black, straight up to the waist, his face is a bit round, his nose is not pug but also not sharp, his cheeks are tapered too, if the smile has dimples on the left, there continues to be a mole on the right cheek.’ Exactly like this cuddly.” explained Mamang and then pointed at me.

I looked down because I was embarrassed. Can't believe Gilang said that. While Ateg, I saw smiles while raising his eyebrows, the code that Gilang is my love.

“Eh, these neng-neng, whose name, huh? Mamang pepun know so can be familiar, if in school, maybe.”

“I Ateg, keep this, my friend, Lutfi.” Ateg replied making Mamang surprised.

“So this is Lutfi, anyway? Classmates mas Gilang.”

I'm silent. Ateg answered with a nod of his head.

“Waduh, it turns out to be more beautiful than the shadow of Mamang.”

Ateg and Mamang Uud laughed. But I just cheated shame. I was pretty sure that by then my face must have been more than a word of blushing.