Lutfi Gilang's

15. Rubbish Carts

i

Back at school, Gyan and I studied together in front of a quiet OSIS room at the time, and it was one of the most fluid Wi-Fi signals.

We studied seriously enough to deal with the LCC that will be held tomorrow in the last lesson hours. Luckily, Kelvin said, Ms. Yuni, X-11 homeroom teacher, is ready to help us. He also said he would prepare questions and supervise the test tomorrow.

I don't know why, I'm excited. I also want to get a good grade on the exam tomorrow, even though I really don't want to take the LCC.

And in front of me, Gyan. Students who I think are smart in class, also want to get good grades, although she also does not want to join LCC, like me.

About half an hour we studied, suddenly Gilang appeared out of nowhere.

“Tomorrow to have a test, what?” He's nanya.

I see Gyan did not respond, and clearly will not respond. He seemed to be drifting in his learning. So I answered.

“Iya.”

He looked up at his head, seemingly thinking. Then soon he looked back at me. “I don't remember, if tomorrow there's a test.”

Yes obviously not! Every day you sleep! Ah, ngeselin.

“Tomorrow LCC exam,” says Gyan finally. “You haven't learned?”

“Make what?”

Gyan looked at her irritatedly by closing the hard book then exhaling. “Listen, if tomorrow you get the highest score. You can join LCC school in August.”

“Oh gitu.”

“Iya.”

“So you guys learned to come with it?”

We shook our heads compactly.

“Lah, yes why learn?”

I saw Gyan getting irritated, so I attacked.

“In addition to passing the selection, it would be nice if you get a good value.”

“Oh. Spirit, huh?” he said and passed.

“Still.” our word compact.

“Eh, where are you going?” I asked finally after seeing him heading towards the backyard.

He looked up and came back closer. “Clean-clean.”

“Why?”

“Because of gross.” the answer is relaxed.

Well, that's right too. Gilang will definitely answer that. I'm talking wrong again.

I heard Gyan laugh. But I don't know, because he covered his face with a book.

“I mean, besides being dirty, why are you cleaning?”

“Soal no one cleanin.”

I surrender! I closed the conversation and let him go. I looked towards Gyan.

“You're getting close, what?”

I'm shocked. “Means?”

“Yes, I feel like he is actively talking about it because of you.”

“Ga lah.” I said by taking the package book. Closing my joyful face.

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ii

So cool to learn, does not feel adzan reverberate. We straightened up the books and rushed towards the mosque. There, I met Ateg who also wanted to pray. But Gyan said goodbye, because there were monthly guests.

Before long, iqomah reverberated after I finished ablution and performed the sunnah prayer. That voice, to me, is very familiar.

And when I heard more carefully. I'm more and more convinced, it's Gilang's voice. And most surprisingly, he was also the priest!

While praying, I could not take my mind off the truth of the owner of the voice. If it's from Gilang, I'm happy. Plus because his voice so the priest is very reassuring.

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iii

After the prayer, I immediately lifted the curtain of the barrier of the daughter shaf and son shaf. I also heard Ateg how I was doing. But I didn't mind.

I didn't see anyone there. Maybe he's gone. I do not think, why most men pray so quickly finished.

Then, I cleaned the mucus and put it back in the closet. After that, go out and put on your shoes.

Ateg didn't take me home at the time. He said he asked to be accompanied by a Wi-Fi makai in front of the OSIS room. Just like I did before.

I'm nodding. And we went there both.

Upon arriving, we sat parallel to the basketball court. At the end of it I saw a plastic ball lying. I don't know who the owner is.

There was none, now there is. Ow hell! I became a play.

I told Ateg I wanted to play basketball. He nodded and let me go. Before long, Ateg followed and apologized for having to do the task first.

“Tak apa.” I replied.

We finally played together. Laugh while throwing the ball into the basketball hoop, but do not go in.

So cool, I to the point of scorching the boys who suddenly came and played futsal on the field next door. Fortunately they didn't bother us.

Not noticeably, the day is getting late, slowly water droplets down from the sky. Ateg and I had fun doing it. Our red-and-white batik uniform was wet with a little rain.

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iv

At that time, the sky had turned golden orange, indicating that it was late afternoon. On the other hand, I saw the children disperse and headed for the parking lot. Meet their vehicles.

I actually wanted to go home too, but suddenly my legs hurt a lot when moved.

“Why you?” Ateg asked with a worried tone.

“It seems, my bone flu relapsed.”

“You have bone flu?” He asked more panicked.

I answered him with a nod.

“Aduh, means you are not strong cold?”

“Iya.”

“Continue to rain-rain?”

“He he he.”

Ateg rushed to the OSIS room to grab my bag and her bag. Then go back and get me.

“Aduh, sorry, you're a hassle.”

“Ga papa's. His name is friends yes should help each other.”

I smile hearing it. Very happy, there are also people who want to understand me.

Slowly, the rain started to subside, we were also almost out of the pitch door on the West side. Indeed the basketball and futsal courts are surrounded by small hollow walls. For me, it is a safety, so that when students play the ball do not go out of the field.

Suddenly a student wearing a large red motor stopped in front of us.

“Hai.”

I kept quiet because I felt unfamiliar.

“Rangga,” greet Ateg.

“Ya.” answer.

“You know him?” aska whispered.

“Iya, he's my classmate. Oya, by the way, Rangga has a crush on you.” he replied in the same soft voice.

I was surprised, I looked at him. Really, in my eyes he's just a delinquent. How not? His clothes are just a mess. It was obvious I would stay away from him.

“Initial yes bro!” the exclaiming of his friends who preceded him by a noisy motorbike, frightened me.

“Ya.”

“Why Teg?”

“Please, Lutfi his leg hurts.” Ateg said as he pointed at me with his gaze.

He looked at me, his eyes were pretty naughty to me. Suddenly I shook my head. Where would I be ushered in with her rich guy.

No answer from him. The cowo immediately hit the gas hard, further irritating and disgusting to him.

“Wait, Rangga!” Ateg.

“Udah biarin.” I said.

Ateg exhaled a long breath and then again swept me out of the field, right facing the Multipurpose Room. Suddenly someone passed us by pulling a cart. Rather curious, I glanced at him.

Geez! It's Gilang, bring the cart. Make what?

“Need a ride?” stop and stop in front of us.

I was silent, confused as to what to answer. And finally Ateg suddenly asked: “Why bring a cart?”

“Toys.”

I still don't respond. To me, only the person**** believes the same strange reason. And suddenly Ateg laughed, making me surprised.

“You believe?”

He nodded in spirit. “Ya.”

“Any,”

“True, Miss the weird guy.”

The strange thing is kamuuuuu! Well, how the hell?

I looked towards him. He was wearing the same uniform as us. Her clothes and pants were soaked, for some reason, I wouldn't have it. Just like people have gone crazy. And that is very typical of Gilang: a tie that is worn neatly but the tip of up to a third of its part is slung onto the left shoulder.

I don't understand why he's so, I mean, why wear a tie if pinned continuously? Time yes, love makai scarf, so tie carried around?

“Need a ride?” Gilang again offered help.

I just melengos. What bait? Riding carts? You will often bring a bicycle, should nawarinnya use a bicycle dong! Uh, how do I feel, Dad?

“Ikut Gilang, yes?” Ateg whispering.

I'm shaking.

“Why?”

I can't answer why. I am indeed confused. So, at that moment, I forced myself to step back.

As if knowing what I wanted, Ateg apologized to Gilang and came back to help me.

“Do not force yourself.”

I paused for a moment, turned to the man behind me for a moment, and walked away just like that.

As if not giving up, he stopped his wagon right in front of me. The forcing should shift a bit far to avoid it.

Quiescent. I thought he gave up, apparently not.

“Do not make your bone flu worse.”

I stopped because I was shocked. At that time, besides his family, only Ateg High School knew about my illness. And, I just told him. So, why did Gilang know I had bone flu? Did he see my test results this morning?

I looked at Ateg. He also seems confused.

In a flash, again stopped his wagon in front of us. “Groomed.”

“Cute aja, yes?” ateg Whispers

I gave up on refusing. So I nodded. But suddenly Gilang ran away for some reason.

Eh?

But, soon he returned with a tarp, and he used it to coat the base and each side of the cart.

Upon completion, Gilang stood perfectly and looked at me.

To me, in his eyes back then, he only saw me. But, I don't know.

“Sorry, I repeat: go up.” he said please.

I rode the wagon with the help of Ateg, while Gilang held his wagon so as not to move.

After everything was done, and I sat comfortably with my bag. Gilang pulled the wagon with Ateg at his side. I don't know why there's a little jealousy.

“Lang, where did you get this cart from?” Ateg.

“Oh, this school garbage cart.”

The deg! Really, I really want to scream angry. But anyway, because of this I was helped. And when I weigh in again, this wagon doesn't smell like shit.

“Ha ha ha.” Suddenly hp Ateg rang. “Eh, bentar.” Ask him and step away to pick up the phone.

Cross stop the wheel very slowly. Then staring.

I melengos. Wh why? Yes, because of shame.

About five minutes later Ateg returned. “Sorry, I have to go.”

“Why?” manywould be surprised.

“There are classmates in the front photocopy request a file create a task tomorrow.”

“Ta-but Teg.”

“Quiet. Gilang will nganter you to kost kok. I'm not old either, bentar doang. See you later at kost.”

I'm silent. Dare not to ruin his important affairs.

“Dah,” said and passed with a small run.

Really, I'm so confused now how to. I was trapped inside the garbage wagon driven by the Sleeping King.

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v

Arriving in front of the boarding gate. A middle-aged woman who was sweeping the courtyard was shocked then walked over to us.

“Astaghfirullah, what is this?”

“Lutfi's foot hurts.” I attacked before I could answer. He also kept pulling the cart until it went deeper.

“Kok can?”

“Cold weather.”

Aye? Where'd he know?

Arriving at the wheel terrace the wagon was forced to stop rolling. Then turn the cart and make the wagon door face right onto the terrace.

“Oooh.... Ouch, here-here mother help.” said the hostess and helped me down. Then I sat in the guest chair slowly.

“Still yes mas already want helpin.”

He nodded and left while saying. “Excuse.”

Next, the hostess came up to me and asked: “That was your boyfriend?”

“Not!” quickly answer.

“But he was here yesterday afternoon, right?”

I'm nodding.

“He also called night-night, right?”

I nodded in shame.

“Sure she has a crush on you.”

I'm more embarrassed about it. Quiescent. Confused what to answer.

“Yes already, let's go in first. Later mom ready for hot water for you to shower.”

I smile happily hearing it. Besides Ateg, here, the hostess also understands me very well.

But I must admit. Just then, my eyes continued to look towards the last direction Gilang disappeared as if swallowed by the road. Did I not want to split with him at that time?