Lutfi Gilang's

22. Mama Gilang

i

Long story short, anyway I do not want to discuss the part I talked to Gilang fitting from Purwokerto to Wangon, for one hour and seventeen minutes, because in fact he was silent a thousand languages.

Anyway, right up to the main fork of the Ajibarang highway, I asked him to stop by the bakery to buy it. Uh, Gilang just shut up and I don't know what. After that, I sat straight back down. Exactly, like you if again bonceng same ojek.

When passing through the Wangon terminal, Gilang continued straight a little then turned left to enter the market, then parked the motor.

“We shop” said.

“Shopping?” my many.

“Iya.”

“Make what?”

“Cooking at home, you will love to cook.”

Actually I was a bit surprised, but as a girl must like the kitchen business. So, I replied: “Bby.”

We're shopping for chili, onion, garlic, all a quarter of a kilo. And buy it right in front of Gilang parked his bike. Furthermore, a little way away from the little, Gilang bought three-tiered kale vegetables.

Me, and you will definitely think about being told that maska later, right?

“You must be upset because I was quiet on the trip earlier.” he said as he stepped towards the parking lot.

“Engga.” I said, although his guess was correct.

“You can say, if you don't like me shut up.”

“Engga.”

“You can say, if you want me to talk.”

“Engga.”

“You can say, if you are bored from earlier.”

“Engga.”

“You can say,”

What the hell? Specially? Want to say whataaa? My heart cry.

“if you want to shout.”

“Ga want!”

“Or sleeping in the market?”

“Ga!”

What the hell does that mean? I nyusahin? I can go home by myself!

“You can say, if ‘I love you.’”

The deg! All the anger suddenly disappeared. What did he mean just to help him talk in this direction?

“To whom?” I try to be enthusiastic.

“Ke me.” said.

“He he he. You first.” my door.

“I was?”

“Iya.”

“I used to say?”

“Iya.” I replied gemes.

“To whom?” He's nanya.

“To me, lah.” I answered.

“Say what?”

“I love you.”

“Yaaa... you used to.”.

“Ha ha ha ha I laugh with joy.

He could have irritated me quickly. He could make me forget it quickly. And he could have made me subconsciously express that feeling blatantly.

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ii

From the market, we head to the highway, then turn left—in gang—in front of Wangon Police Station. In the past, the road was not very good, and very rarely people passed by.

Gilang runs the motor very slowly.

“Deliver, said Ateg, Your mother is fierce. What yes?”

“I even just found out that Mamahku is fierce.”

“You called him Mamah?”

“Iya.”

“Sama dong?”

“You also call Mamahku, Mamah? Yes can.”

I hit him on the shoulder, he laughed.

“I mean, I called my Mom, Mamah.”

“I know.” said.

“Maybe.” I said.

“Eh, later when you get home, I go, yes?”

“Kok, go?”

“Iya.”

“Why?”

“And you want to play to my house, not play with me.”

“Ih, right, the intention is to look at you. Yaaa... instead you used to.” I said imitating Gilang's accent.

She laughs.

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iii

In the Wangon area of Banyumas, we entered the courtyard of the house.

"This is your house?"

“Not.”

“Lah, continue?”

“You're in, ga?”

I nodded, smiling. Maybe this is her parents' house. Thought.

In the living room, I sat in a daze, observing the contents of the room. Letting Gilang go deeper. There are some photos on display. But I didn't see a photo of Gilang. Suddenly my eyes were a little interested after seeing two photos of babies.

First, a fat white baby who was being held by a woman, but only the woman's hand appeared.I'm sure it was a woman's hand, because she was wearing a cuticle. Second, the most recent boy of two or three years, wearing a round peci and a flip jacket stood alone while eating ice long—es candles.

I thought Gilang had two sisters. But you don't know, it's.

Soon enough, a boy who might be five years old was greeting me. I'll just ask you directly. “Who is his name?”

“Gading,” answer then exit the house.

“Do not play later!” exclamation Gilang.

“Ya.”

Silang sat in front of me.

“That was your sister?” I'm nanya.

“Iya.” He answers.

“How low?”

“Oooh.... You have two sisters?”

“Engga, who says?”

“That,” I said as I pointed at the photo with my gaze.

“Oh, that's my photo.”

Huh huh? Is Gilang pas still a kid? Waaaah. Small ones eat ice.

“Cock your photo now, no?” my many.

“Cross, mah, it's really hard to ask for photos.”

Hearing the answer from a woman's voice, made me a little surprised. I looked at him, then stood up and greeted him.

“Finally came too, awaited from earlier.”

Waiting for that? Tell me if I want to play.

“So stop by, breakfast first.” I said. “Oh yes, this,” I said nervously.

Mamah received it and said: “Aduh, don't bother.” Open it, then keep it on the table, then sit on Gilang's side. “Come, eaten together only.”

Somewhat confused about his treatment. But, they seemed to be eating it, so I followed along.

“Mah, this was bought in the market.”

Mamah received two large rips and checked them. “Yes, later Mamah cook with Lutfi.”

I'm confused what to say.

“Lutfi.” call Mamah.

“Iya.” I answered.

“True, yes, right? Your name's Lutfi?”

“Iya.”

“Oooh.... classmates Gilang?”

“Iya.”

“Home where?”

“Ajibarang.”

“Mah, don't be interrogated too, right?”

I chuckle at his talk. But as a parent, you will certainly ask if there are friends of his son come, right?

“Yes, right, Mom to know.”

“And I've told you.” Gilang.

“Lah, you are, often like to answer ngawur.”

“Ngawur how, mah?” I'm nanya.

He was a little surprised, but finally smiled as he looked at me. “Masa, said Gilang, your height is two meters.”

Huh huh? I stared at Gilang, he was grimacing. Oh, look out!

“Certainly, he said, you are a light.”

“Battery oil, what?” my many.

Mamah laughs. “Continue, said you like to eat lava.”

“Hah? Ih, engga.” I replied.

Gilang still laughs while eating the bread I bought.

“Yes, Cross it's a bad time, so that's it.”

“What's wrong, Mah?” my many.

“Kan, Madam who ngajarin.” timpal Gilang preceded Mamahnya who was about to speak.

“Ih, when?” ask Mamah.

“From small.” Reply Gilang.

“Engga, Mamah never ngajarin you ng.”

“Yaa.... Mom forgot.”

“Pas when, try?”

Gilang seemed to think, to remember.

“Tuh, don't remember. It means never.”

“In the meantime, don't fuss, no more racing.”

Hearing Gilang's answer made me laugh to myself. He seemed very close to his mother.

“That's it, there, you're out!” mama's snaps surprised me.

“Hah?” Gilang was surprised too. “Ngapain?”

“Terserah, just go first.”

“And there is Lutfi, when I go?”

“Lutfi let Mama, at home. I was there cepet.” said Mamah while encouraging Gilang to immediately move from his seat.

“Continue turning when?”

“Cruise again.”

“Mood ga macem-macem, right?”

“Engga, do you want to why?”

“Ga know.”

“Ya already, there, go first.”

I looked at me for a moment as if waiting for my answer. And I replied with a smile and a nod of the head. Then he went out of nowhere.

I was worried actually, just in case I was going to be atomized, uh in fact, no.

Mom looked at me laughing. “Sorry Yes De, Mamah does often sprain the same Gilang.”

De's? Mom call me, De. Waaah.

“Lutfi too, Mah.” I said.

She smiled, and so did I.

“Iya, that's a really weird kid, De. Yes, right?”

“He he he, yes Mah.” I said.

“That's it, Mom is worried, she has no friends. Moreover yes, you should know.” said Mamah, her tone turned serious. “Tuh son, never bring his friend to play here.”

I'm shocked. “Ga ever play, Mah?”

“Ga ever, from SD. After the meeting, tell him to call his close friend, uh, tomorrow, he even misses class.”

“He he he.” I laugh.

“Well, weird isn't he?”

“He he he, yes Mah.”

Mama got up and sat by my side. “Feed, Mamah very happy, pas Gilang said his friend wanted to come. Moreover, that came you, beautiful.”

“Makasih Mah, Gilang is also handsome.” I replied shyly.

My face must be red.

“That's because you like.” said Mamah as if finding out.

I'm really confused what to say, just a little laugh.

“You want to see his room Gilang?” mamah asked as if she understood my heart.

“Bby, Mah?”

“Bby.”