Lutfi Gilang's

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My name is Lutfi Nurtika. Female gender. Zodiac Cancer. Blood type O.

I like to eat spicy noodles. Hobbies also read newspapers. Sometimes idle words that are often the same friends to make status. It's also nice to see the view, especially from the hill or the beach.

Actually I was afraid of the waves, and more precisely I was afraid of the water, because there were crocodiles there. In fact, I used to love that ferocious animal in the bathtub. But now, I've taken a shower.

People used to call me Lutfi, but at home I was called Tika. All because of the neighbors who continue to call me wrongly called Lupi, or Lufi, or Tupi, or others. So, since I was a child, my call was changed so that I could not change the meaning of my name, Dad said.

Yes, Dad is a great person and a person I have always admired. Even arguably—although I was the first child and had two younger brothers, Syahid Ibn Fatah and Dinda Khairunnisa— I am still not shy to indulge with him. He was always patient and understood me. More than that, he was very sensitive and understood everything I needed.

As happened a few years earlier, Dad had been waiting for me an hour with the school security guard to just deliver a pencil box that was left behind during Junior High, because I was in sports at the time and he had not told me before. So, it's Dad's fault, right?

Or me?

Oya, my father's name is Chudori. He was born in Pancurendang, Ajibarang, Banyumas, Central Java. My father worked in the community around our home. Sometimes making ID cards, disbursing BPJS funds, prohibiting the purchase of land for tourism, leading prayers, sermons, and many others.

Actually, he's not a cop or an official and like that, my dad's just a village secretary. I also don't understand why a village secretary does so many things like him.

In addition to busy working and preaching, Dad also very happy to keep animals. There are roosters, roosters, mini-chickens, white haji—turba chickens, pigeons, knee birds, goldfish, catfish, and munjaer fish. But, I do not need to write the number because it is quite a lot and I am very lazy if I have to go home just to check the total.

My mother, her name is Etik Dwiyanti. Commonly called Bu Carik by people around here. Like me and my sisters, he is called Mamah.

Before being married and brought to Ajibarang by my father, Mamah was a very active student in various organizations. Mamah has also been part of PASKIBRAKA during High School, marawis vocalist, pencak silat sacred site members, guru najai and many others.

But all ran aground after he got married. Because after all the career for a wife is to take care of and educate her child while replacing the position of a father when he is not there.

And that's what Mom did. In addition to teaching reading, writing, and teaching, she also taught me to be a good wife like her. Starting from cooking, washing, drying, ironing, making the bed, and of course keeping yourself looking beautiful.

Everything Mamah did, from childhood I must have emulated. So now I think I'm better than him, certainly in terms of age. Kan, younger, better. I think anyway.

I'm excited about all that. Mom is very nurturing and equipping her children to face their future challenges.

He helped me to see things in many different ways. Be open to all expressions.

This is one of the things my partner will have to do. I really hope to be reunited with someone who understands me without me having to tell him how I am.

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Since childhood I lived in Ajibarang, the area around Pancurendang village hall, Jl. Mosque, gerumbul Kalilepa. In early July 2010, I finally sat on the bench of High School in Purwokerto. Quite far away indeed, it takes at least an hour to get to school from where I live, if using public transportation.

For me, there is the most troublesome place. In addition to the distance and horror of virgins riding public transport—sometimes before six in the morning and after six in the afternoon—one alone without protection. There I also got other problems, I can even say too much trouble because of the King of Sleep. I'll talk about that guy later.

But, besides being troublesome, SMAN Purwokerto also gives a romantic feel of the various flowers that adorn each garden, there are also several gazebos, and new buildings—some just repainted—look charming because it is awake.

Around the grass field grew large trees. The branches are many, the leaves are shady. Not a few small birds stop there or even make a nest.

Provides a cool atmosphere in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the city. Very reassuring if enjoyed in the afternoon, or during the sunrice, during the day can also be.

In addition to the atmosphere and the building, the school uniform became something I also liked from SMAN Purwokerto. I'm also sure that other school students are jealous of the clothes we wear. If you are not jealous, I don't care.

I used to deliberately put up his schedule in front of the room to make my sisters excited about school, and followed me to enter SMAN Purwokerto, even though they were actually jealous. He he he.

When remembering to wear uniforms it makes me happy and unexpected. I also still have not forgotten, how I used to write his schedule in front of the bedroom door.

School Uniform Schedule Sister

Monday : OSIS Uniform + Jaz Grey

Tuesday: Uniform of OSIS

Wednesday: Batik Red-White leres Blue, Skirt Black

Thursday : White Shirt, Dark Blue Skirt + Vest Box Light Blue

Friday : Full Scout Uniform (Hasduk + Rattan Ring)

Saturday : Black-White Uniform + Black Tie

Besides being troublesome and romantic, the school was a place that held so many memories. Especially when it comes to someone I love, who used to and always filled my days, who I want to write all about tonight.

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I'll write down everything that happened, even if I don't remember the details, but the most important thing is the point. Some place names, names of people I deliberately disguised so as not to spread to other stories.

I will write everything the way he acts, looks at the world and speaks. Likewhat? Anyway the way he said through his actions a new—ini whose name is a guy, not a lot of nonsense make pembar promise—if he talks tend to be without tone, sometimes stiff and trembling, often without a word.

But it's not something to be concerned about, it's just my view of his character.

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Before I tell you about my story with him, I also want to tell you—reader my current condition. Now, I was in Semarang, precisely the guest room of my father's brother, while enjoying the strains of classical music, I held my hunger and all the longings that continued to stir in the third night of January 1, 2019.

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I'm in Istanbul.

Shocked when I read the first part. Tears could no longer be held back, just flowing down my cheeks, making some people stop and ask the same question. “There's a problem, sir?”

My answer was just shaking my head while smiling and saying, “No, thank you.”

Long enough I rolled in a bitter taste in the chest. I really didn't expect you to actually go to Semarang right in the year of my 23rd birth. There's no reason why you're doing all this, but I'm sure I'll find all the answers to my questions after reading your story. That's why you gave me the diary-book gift

mu.

Wiping tears. Breathe in. I went back to reading.