Lutfi Gilang's

12. The Weird vs the Diligent

Wednesday, in the cafeteria, at recess, I sat down at a table with Gyan, Kelvin, and Arya. I don't know why all this happened again, at first I just ate with Gyan, but Kelvin same Arya suddenly play nimbrung.

If Gyan's food and my food had run out, I would have run away for various reasons. But unfortunately, the dish was only after waiting for a very long queue.

I couldn't possibly find Gyan either. I hope Gilang doesn't misunderstand me anymore.

Gyan allowed them to eat together, kept saying this that's not necessary.

“Eh, said the next class, he said later there will be no lesson.” said Arya.

“What Yes, Vin?” Gyan asked.

He's nodding. “I dysms Bu Yuni this morning, he said he wants a health test.”

“Make what?” Gyan asked back.

“Nyari know who has used the same drugs who are pregnant.” Arya replied.

“Emang is there, yes?” my many.

“I didn't know.” Kelvin said finally. “Arya, you have a classmate. Know, ga?”

Arya swallowed her drink in shock. “Monthly...” Moaning her wet mouth. “Iya no, two years ago.”

“Ih, spooky.” says Gyan.

“I'm sure in our class there is also.” Kelvin said.

“Who?” I was the same Gyan asked when unplanned.

“That's often sleep in class.”

“Kok is?” Gyan.

“Yes, maybe because often drink times.”

I was a little annoyed to hear it, although his statement was likely correct. I'm sure Gilang sleeps in class not because of hard drinks or so on, but because of something else. Maybe because of staying up late, or night work, or something.

If it were true Gilang was not what I thought, I should have smelled the scent of beer and so on. But, every day sitting next to him, I never heard a strange scent. And more precisely, Gilang kayak has no smell.

“Can be. But said upperclassman, so can know blood type too.” replied Arya.

“Oh, gitu.” says Gyan.

“What are you, Yan, her blood type?” my many.

“Hmmm He seemed to think. “If it's not wrong, O.”

“If you are, Lufi?” Kelvin, I used to Gyan.

“Ga tau. What are you two?” I try to be enthusiastic, but I don't know.

“I, A.” says Kelvin.

“I, B” says Arya.

“Different all, yes?” I said.

“I think you're O deh Fi, like me.”

“Why, Yan?” I'm nanya.

“Yes, just often feel we look like.”

“So her blood type is also the same, so?” my many.

“Maybe.” replied Gyan.

“I agree with Gyan,” Arya said.

“Can also, A, kayak me.” Kelvin said.

I saw Arya and Gyan laugh a little while saying: “That's what you want.” With compact.

I'm just smiling. All I know is, goldar A is diligent. So it's not possible that I often leave late A goldarnar. If it's goldar B, it's messy, by itself, too free, it's not even me. Usually goldar B has the same bad students. Go on, goldar AB, freak. I'm pretty sure this is Gilang's gold. But you don't know. Goldar AB is a rare goldar. And lastly, goldar O, in the mood.

Yes, I am more in line with Gyan's opinion, if my goldar O. Don't know, what will be the result.

Shortly after, I was surprised to see Gilang come to our table, then say hello: “Hai,”

I'm happy, finally Gilang back to how it was. Although it finally made me feel embarrassed, for some reason.

Everyone answered except Kelvin. I don't know what the reason he was. I'm the gerogi still trying hard to return his greetings.

“Lutfi,” call it.

“Ya, Gilang.”

“Cuma nyapa.”

“Iya. He he he.”

I was confused as to why I was laughing. I usually feel bad too. You know, I'm weird maybe.

“Tumben ga sleeping, neck gout?” Kelvin.

“Ciyeee... attention.”.

Kelvin smiled bitterly and then looked away.

I, Gyan, Arya, there are also a few other students who might steal their hearings, at a laugh.

“Mau mijitin?”

“Ogah, very. Am I your masseuse, what?” he asked judes with an angry face.

“Emang peeper called girlfriend?” Gilang answered him flatly, making the people slowly drown while laughing. Then he said before Kelvin opened his mouth. “Sorry yes, I have no idea you. I love others.”

“Peduli highly.”

“Who is it?” asked who in the crowd seemed to ignore Kelvin's answer.

And actually, my heart is like that too. Curious. I hope that still makes me feel.

Gilang patted Kelvin's shoulder and whispered but loudly. “You know ga, I love Lufi.”

For a moment the people laughed, so did Gyan and Arya. Others say: “Ciyeee..” Then they broke up for some reason.

Kelvin smiled as he looked at me.

My face must have been blushing.

“But, shy say it.” says Gilang.

You also spoke directly on the phone! Forgot it? Uhh! Ngeselin. But funny. He he he.

“Barusan already said.” said Kelvin ketus.

“Kan to you not to Lutfi.”

“He heard, right?”

“Hopefully.” replied Gilang while glancing at me.

Ow hell! Other than because Gilang revealed it blatantly, when I saw his smile, it made my heart beat irregularly.

“So, you do not need to ngarep more to me.” said Gilang again.

Kelvin laughed a little, but there was a sense of regret.

“Ya already, please enjoy, mamih cuisine canteen.”

“Iya.” answer us compact.

“You, yes engga.” he said looking at me who was enjoying green bean juice.

I laughed while scratching my head.

Glazed melengos. “Mamih canteen!” Exclaims. “Mie fried disposable gravy, one.”

“Siaaap!”

The deg! I, and probably everyone who heard it must have been shocked.

What's good, fried noodles with gravy? Bizarrely.

Unknowingly I laughed.

“Add sambal, yes?”

“OK. Drink it apa”

“Ice water, sweet.”

“Oke.” replied mamih canteen as if already familiar with the type of strange order, it.

Silang sat on the other seat alone. As if to isolate yourself from the hustle and bustle of the canteen.

It felt, at that moment, I wanted to move out immediately and accompany her. But I don't know why, just like that, I'm on it.

Also, I feel something else. It's not usually like this. I mean in the days before, Gilang was always closed and silent. But now, after yesterday's incident that he had driven away me, suddenly Gilang bore the fruit of being brave, like a lion suddenly showing its fangs.

True, Gilang is indeed very suitable if likened to a lion. Silent but ferocious, brave pus dashing.

Ow hell! Thinking about it makes me even more embarrassed.

In front of me, Kelvin looked the other way as he stuffed food into his mouth loudly.

I can read it in his eyes, it seems like he is very disturbed by Gilang's words. I guess, that's it. Nebak only. And I'm pretty sure my guess is correct. But I did not care, at that time, I was very happy because Gilang returned to how it was, and it turned out that he did love me.

Only I believe, Kelvin started not to like Gilang since then. Ever since Kelvin knew Gilang loved me. Because said Arya, the student who sat with Kelvin, Kelvin was a crush on me. But I just smile at hearing it. Because of that, I've been expecting it for a long time.

I can tell from Kelvin's attitude and behavior to me, including calling abis home from school or evenings just for PR or singing romantic songs, eating treat—though I never want to, ever want to, the story of things that are not clear, the attempt to joke but garing—because I have often heard before, and many others. It was all a mode to approach me.

But Kelvin was different from Gilang who was secretly watching me and giving me help as I needed it, understanding the small changes in me, and of course, the way I was, Gilang did it carefully without forcing me into my outer regions: my personal problems. My feelings.

Yes, they are two very different people. And if asked to choose, I would much prefer the Strange, Gilang than the famous Kelvin most diligent in class.

Indeed, sometimes the strange is the most sought after and be the first choice.