Lutfi Gilang's
14. Rain Passes
i
In the second break, I was walking alone down the school corridor to go to the mosque for Dzuhur prayer. Suddenly I saw Mr. Triyanto—doctor who did a medical test earlier in my class, X-11 SMAN Purwokerto— just came out of the teacher's room with his other friends.
“Pak Triyanto!” I called out to him.
He turned his body, faced me, then greeted me. “Who is it?”
“Ten grade student eleven.”
“Hmmm.... his name?”
“Lutfi.” I said smile.
“Oooh.... who sits equally Cross, yes?”
Do you know?
But I said: “I want a minute, can you?”
“Bby, what name?” guess he finally. “Call, yes?”
I'm shocked. How do you know again? Heart asked. But I just answered Mr. Triyanto with a nod of his head.
“You want what?”
“That, Sir... about the disease Gilang.”
"Emang, why the same disease Gilang?"
"Yes, I want to know sir."
"Why do you want to know?"
"Yes...." I was quite confused to give a reason for Mr. Triayanto would like to tell you about the disease that Gilang suffered. "pengin tau ajalah, anyway."
He muttered. “And I told you earlier, insomnia.”
“Iya. He he he.” I scratch my head. “That is, the night of doing it doc.”
“Why don't you name it directly?”
I'm a little confused actually. But I tried to swipe. “Yaaa. She's covered in people.”
“What yes? To Mr. engga, tuh.”
Ow hell? “But, to me yes sir!” I tried to convince.
Mr. Triyanto laughed. “Iya-iya, I believe deh.”
“What did you do, sir?”
“He made a novel.”
“Ga believe, right?”
I'm shaking.
So what was said was the same Mang Uud right. Gilang did make a novel.
The doctor laughed again. “At first dad did too. But when he said the novel made by Danu Banu, I believe deh.”
“Andu Banu?” many ensure.
“Iya, that's pen name.”
“Oooh... but, never read.”.
“Hmmm... Try to find a novel whose title: Rain Passed. Maybe in your school library there is.”
“Kok You know?”
He smiles. “Mr read often. And I like it.”
“Created Gilang?”
Mr. Triyanto nodded.
“Good sir, thanks.”
“Sama-sama. Anything else?”
I'm nodding. “In addition, let alone Sir?”
Smiles continue to stroke my head like a father would treat his child. Then said after a bit of bending. “Get him, huh? I don't want to see Gilang at RS because of his illness.”
“Hah? Ma-mean?”
He stood back up straight. “You can definitely make Gilang healthy.” said Mr. Triyanto continue to go so.
I'm silent. Confusion about what it means. But just then, I immediately turned my steps and ran towards the library.
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ii
Arriving at the library, I immediately asked the clerk to search for the title of the book: Rain Passed. But he said, again empty, again borrowed, and just.
I exhaled a disappointed breath. Dan, how about it again. So, on the perpus I'm trying to find another book that I might like.
The way in is deeper. I was shocked because the book was brought with Gilang.
I just stared as I looked at his departure. The long steps of a person full of mystery. A strange man who is closed, anti-social, very attentive to the small things that are on me, but sometimes bluntly fit in the canteen earlier.
At that time I realized, health tests were not the only thing that mattered from him. But it's much more important how she behaves, how she acts, and the love she gives me.
