Lutfi Gilang's

21. The Andhang Pangarenan

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Take me to Andhang Pangrenan.

Andhang Pangrenan Purwokerto City Park is an alternative recreation area in addition to Purwokerto Square. Located in Karangklesem Village South Purwokerto. It was inaugurated on 13 April 2011 by the Regent of Banyums at the time Drs. Mardjouko.

Formerly Andhang Pangrenan City Park is Purwokerto bus terminal, because there was a change of government at that time Purwokerto bus terminal was moved to the Gulf. And the place where the former terminal was made a city park that we know as Andhang Pangrenan City Park.

Better known by the acronym name that is TRAP (Andhang Pangrenan Recreation Park) The name Andhang Pangrenan itself has a meaning, the word Andhang means place and Pangrenan has the meaning of a carefree or happy heart. So Andhang Pangrenan means a place to have fun.

You can have fun as much as you can in Andhang Pangrenan, but there is something to remember you are prohibited from carrying food/drinks, carrying liquor, carrying pets, carrying sharp objects, carrying bicycles/otopets/wheel shoes, etc, and it is forbidden to bring the ball/play the ball. The regulation is certainly made in order to maintain security and comfort when the visitors are recreation.

Well, in 2010, the park has also begun to be built. Although it is still quite clear the shape of the terminal. But indeed if again, the conditions here are still quite quiet. Especially on Sunday. Not many people get on public transport.

“You eat here?” I got off the bike and put the helmet on the seat.

“Iya.”

“What do you eat?”

“This.” replied Gilang while pointing the motor.

“I'm eating motor?”

He laughed and kept putting the helmet I was wearing in the rearview mirror, then opened the seat, then took the parcel from it. “This is inside.”

“Oooh.... bring stock?”

“Iya.” he said as he stepped towards the counter and then paid to get an entrance ticket.

After going through the gate, I again asked while walking on his right side. “Who is cooking?”

“I,”

I was surprised to hear his answer. Did ya? “You can cook?”

“Engga.”

“Loh? What does it mean?”

He stopped suddenly and looked at me. “See.” he said while pointing around him with his left hand. “Ga there are utensils and cooking ingredients here.”

Sebel. My heart. But I kept quiet and hit his right arm. We keep laughing.

“What are you cooking?”

“There deh.” said. “Eh, we ate there, yes?” take her while pointing at an empty chair facing the child's game being used.

“Bby.” I answered.

Suddenly Gilang held my hand and quickened his pace for some reason.

Upon arriving, we sat parallel but stared at each other.

Really, to me, it was a date!

I smiled at him who smiled at me.

“Fi,” sweep.

“What?” I nanya though gerogi.

“See you, I'm a laper.”

I nodded immediately after hearing it. This time it was not out of anger, but an erratic embarrassment.

Then, from the corner of my eye, I saw Gilang take out the contents. There is an orange box with a yellow cover and a bottle of water.

“Drink first,” he said to me the opened bottle he closed.

Face him, grab that thing and drink.

Smile, keep drinking.

I really don't know what's on his mind. But really, I at that time, had a different view than Gilang. He pampered me a lot, not because of PDKT, or anything like that. But I feel like he did it because it made him happy, or I don't know. I'm just guessing.

“You made this?” I'm nanya.

“Engga.” He answered while dividing the bread in two.

“Keep, what are you cooking?”

Gilang gave me half of the bakpao, I received it.

“Air.”

“Hah?”

“Iya, I cook water to drink.” his reply casually made me even more surprised.

Ah, right too. Maybe someone who likes to sleep in class can cook. I was the wrong one to hope.

The wind was blowing, a little bit strong, giving certainty about the need for the leaves of the trees around us to abort himself who had yellowed because it was eaten up by age, especially for me, so that you can feel romantic in the liaison with Gilang.

“See,” said Gilang while coding with his face. I looked for a moment at the direction he meant in front of us. The grown man who had a child and was busy leading him over the rocking bridge, while the mother on the far side of them exclaimed in encouragement, as I ate my share.

“Why?” my many.

“I like his father.”

“Heh?!”

“Not love.” she replied while looking at me.

“Terus?”

He looked back at his father, I followed his will.

“He knows, the bridge is not safe. The wood is fragile, many hooks are loose, and the wobble caused by each child moves very unlike in general. If the child falls, at least enough to scratch the skin until it bleeds. I'm sure his wife and son understand that, too. But they still follow the will of the child.”

It is true what Gilang said. That's quite a danger, especially if my interpretation is right, the age of the child is only two or three years old. But why does Gilang like his father? Thought. I stared at Gilang while continuing to eat bakpao.

“I thought this,” he said then looked at me. “Key way, keep moving forward even if your steps are not as smooth as your expectations. I'm here to take care of you. While mom, encourage and pray for you.” he added while looking at them again.

I, once again touched by Gilang's words. He actually took something extraordinary out of such a trivial game.

“But,” said. “if I were the father, I wanted you to be the mother.”

Jerked. My eyes were closed after hearing it. I was speechless, I just kept looking at him while eating.

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ii

Actually, at that time, I wanted to go to Gilang, about whether I was with him has not been dating? We were both in Andang Pangarenan. But I was so embarrassed to ask.

And it was the best chance I ever wanted that if I were alone with him I would ask about it. In fact, the opportunity came, and I buried it.

Maybe it's easy for you, but I'm getting into trouble. Especially because of Gilang's attitude to me who is often indifferent, meksi indeed he helped me secretly.

Actually I could have considered it unimportant, and lived everything as usual, as if we were already dating.

But, of course I feel more comfortable if it's official. So I have the right to claim Gilang as my girlfriend, and so does she.

I'm sure you understand what I mean.

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iii

After eating, Gilang directly drove his motorbike towards Wangon. I really don't remember which path he took, because he kept going down the small alley.

Ah, his habits are weird. But, to be honest, the road that Gilang chose was much quieter, much fresher than the road, much more making me enjoy being with him.

It feels great to be with a man I think can make me happy for a moment. It feels so calm to be with a man I think can provide protection. It feels so comfortable to be with a man I think can make me depend on him. It feels good to be with the man I miss being with him.

Let me choose and have my pleasure. I never wanted to bother you, so don't bother me.