Lutfi Gilang's

20. Streets

i

Sunday, around 05:15 WIB. Crazy one! He, he's come! Wh who? It's galangilee!

Indeed, earlier, I did not make an appointment with Gilang to meet at what time. But, I didn't expect, she was already in the front yard of the boarding house while helping the boarding house sweep the courtyard.

Ow hell! I'm not ready yet Crazy.

Suddenly, other boarding friends hoarded. Peeping the man through the window while whispering: “Eh, who is it?”; “Anaknya kost, what?”; “Waaaah..”.; “Who is his name?”; “School where the hell is he?”; “I want to know.”; “But shy, haven't showered.”

Uhh! I'm really worried about it. But it was Gilang's fault too.

So, during that time, I just let him and continued my activities as usual. Tidying up the bed, sweeping and mopping the room, washing, then drying, then bathing.

After the shower, the crowd had not dispersed. And when I went to the room Ateg suddenly came out of his room, making me shocked.

“What's the matter, noisily?” tanyakanya.

“That, Cross outside.” I replied.

“Hah, why her?” Ateg nanya with a shocked tone.

“Tadi, anyway, again nyapu same mother kost.”

“Kok can?”

I whispered in Ateg's ear, not wanting anyone else to hear. “Last night she called.”

“Oooh, keep him walking you?”

“Sstt... pelanin your voice.” my door.

“Iya, yes. What, anyway?” his question is a bit confused.

“I didn't accidentally go to her house.”

“Loh?!” Ateg exclaimed making the crowd slightly glare at us.

“Sstt...” says.

“Iya, sorry.” said. “Well, how can that be?”

“She is sick, so I intend to look at her.”

“What pain does he have?”

I really couldn't have told Ateg that Gilang had diarrhea and that I wanted to go to his house. Later, Ateg could even corner me.

“There is a point.” I replied.

“OK, continue?” tanyakanya.

“She doesn't want, even maksa wants to come.”

“Terus?”

“Reflek deh, I ask him to come to pick me up and keep playing to his house.”

“Waaa—”

Ateg was about to exclaim but fortunately I still had time to shut his mouth with both hands.

“Sorry, sorry.” said. “Keep what's the problem?”

“See,” I said tell Ateg to look towards the crowd.

“That's the problem?”

I'm nodding. “How to?”

“Say, it's your girlfriend.”

“Hah?!” Now change I cry out to make them look at us uncomfortable.

“Do not be noisy!” bentak Ateg but smirked.

“I thought I was like that?”

“Udah, ga nothing, I'm sure, Gilang also no problem, right?”

“I hope, anyway, gitu.” I replied.

Looking outwards. I really did not understand what was inside him to make them fixated to keep looking at him.

Well, how do I feel like a sprain?

Unknowingly I finally stepped towards them then said: “Udah disperse. Beres-beres gih, sono.”

“Yeee... disrupt people's pleasure aja.”.

“Eh, sewot.” I answered in the same tone.

“Elu first the sewot!”

“Eh, listen, yes!” I said a little angry. “He is, My turn, he is mine. So, don't disturb our relationship.”

“Oooh...” said they compactly then apologized and disbanded.

Thank goodness, my heart says.

Suddenly I heard Ateg laughing. I know what he's thinking. Well, I'm ashamed of myself.

I ran to my room and locked the door. While outside, I heard Ateg exclaim: “She, my turn! She is mine!”

“Ateeeeeg!”

“He he he.” He laughed until his voice was heard no more.

I became weakly made. Didn't know, I just fought over Gilang, and confessed that he was mine.

Ah, I'm really confused about myself. I hope Gilang doesn't hear it.

Immediately I diverted everything that had just happened to prepare to meet Gilang.

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ii

You must know why I just met Gilang the next hour. Beres-pick it took a long time, not yet it chose clothes, jackets, bags, shoes, keep grooming, keep pocket money—ga maybe I to the house Gilang ga bring tentengan.

I saw him standing up immediately. This time he wore a plain white T-shirt, an unused blue head-covered jacket with two white stripes on his right arm, as well as regular pants that were also the same color as his jacket. Simple, but really special.

While I, accidentally chose to use a white tunic shirt that was torn blue jacket dongker, blue lejing pants dongker, and a small white bag.

Well, it feels like a date. Whisper my heart.

“Hai,” sweep.

“Hai,” I replied nervously.

“Waaah... Her clothes are very harmonious.” says mother kost.

I'm sure my face must be red.

I saw Gilang smile, but still looked at me. Then a little closer and whisper. “You are a million times prettier than usual.”

I was amazed to hear it. More because, like the impression he just kissed me on the cheek, even though he didn't. Ah, I melted it made.

“Yes already, you guys be careful on the road.” said the hostess.

Gilang and I endured it without a word. Then Gilang asked me to take a step after pulling my hand. Really, I really don't know what to say.

Arriving at the boarding gate, Gilang put on me a green helmet, while he made a black helmet. He said, no need to follow the soap opera that is boncery wearing a helmet, not according to the rules, giving examples is not true. In fact, safety is important, of course because I don't have a SIM.

I laughed a little at hearing that.

“Don't hug.” he said to shock me.

“Engga.” I replied rather irritated. Though I thought he'd ask, uh, just ngarang.

“But the handle, yes?”

“Hah?” I was surprised to hear that. Nodding with hesitation. Then I got on Gilang's red matic motorcycle.

Well, I'm more happy to make it. Indeed, I prefer a guy who makai motor matic, ga nyeremin because.

The motor drove, out of the hallway, past the Great Mosque, then turned left after the fork, straight through SMAN Purwokerto, then turned left at the intersection of red lights, and....

That's all I remember. He he he.

On the road, we kept quiet. It felt like there was a distance between me and Gilang, especially from a sitting position. I can't believe Gilang didn't ask to be hugged, or maybe, it's not the time yet? I don't know, but, back then, I was so excited to be riding the bike with him, my turn I was waiting for.

Uh, when did he become my turn? Ah, I don't care. He was always indifferent to others, but to me, it was clear that he preferred me more than anything.

When passing through Purwokerto square suddenly Gilang said: “Later tonight we came here.”

I was confused, not knowing what to answer, just silent with a heartbeat that could not be silent.

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iii

Turn the muter-muter directly, through a small road, the staircase. Anyway make me dizzy, also laper, anyway, but little. Out of curiosity so I'm directly with him: “This is where you want to take me, anyway?”

“Ke my house.”

“Your house is very muter-muter what is the way?”

“Engga, who said?”

“Lah, this is proof that you muter-muter continue.”

He laughed, but I didn't hear him, I just saw his expression from the rearview mirror that was deliberately directed at me. He said, like that, let me not fall on the road. Insolent, right, him?

“Terus?” I'm nanya.

“Terus?” He followed her.

“Iya keep your house whereaaa?!” I just want to goeget myself.

He laughed without a sound, like he was smiling again, but many times. “Di Wangon.”

“Away, dong?”

“You, know?”

“Iya, it skipped Ajibarang.”

“Oooh, your home in Ajibarang?”

“Iya, in Pancurendang.”

“Thank you for helping.” said Gilang.

“Ma-means?” my many.

He laughed making me realize that I just told Gilang about the area where I live. Oh, I suck.

“Continue, why muter-muter?” I'm just making my shame.

“Let you laper.”

“I've laper, Gilang.” I said while hitting his right shoulder, uh he laughed. “Now, what time do you try?”

Gilang pulled the right arm of his jacket with his left hand, then despite some distress, still he fussed to see the numbers on his watch.

“Hmmm... eight hours more minutes.”.

“Tuh, it's noon.” I said.

Laugh, then apologize, but I'm being cheated on.

“You eat now?” tanyakanya.

“Bby.” answers.