Lutfi Gilang's

25. That's my Book

i

On Monday, after the ceremony, Gilang immediately called Bu Yuni to come with him into the teacher's room, I'm sure, he was told to do a much more difficult thing.

While I and with other friends, sitting in their respective chairs while waiting for the final results. Indeed, Bu Yuni had also made an agreement not to continue talking about the results of the Gilang test which was considered cheating, until today arrived.

“Eh, Gilang, have left, tuh.” said Gyan while sitting facing me.

“Iya. He he he.”

“So, why from yesterday she, ga in?”

“Diare, said.”

Gyan laughed. “Serious?”

“Iya.”

“Keep, just as he said, where to, he said?”

“Toilet, pup.” said I was ashamed myself.

Gyan laughed again, it felt like he had a different view of Gilang. So curious, I asked him directly.

“You're not as good as Gilang.”

Gyan was a little surprised. “Udah engga, kok.” said smile.

I feel so relieved to hear it.

“You take it easy, all the classmates, too, kok.”

“Loh? How can?”

“Yesterday, on Saturday, back home school, our Nyamperin OSIS manager, keep asking all the eleven tenth graders to enter the OSIS room, I have to see you, so I'm sure, you must not be coming, right?”

“He he he, engga.” I said. “Continue, you are told what?”

“We are told to explain why we consider Gilang cheating, they keep asking for proof.”

“Terus?”

“Ga. They all talk based on their assumptions. You know for yourself, right?”

“Iya. Lazy students even get the best grades.”

“Iya it. Then, the head of OSIS said gini: ‘I can get you out of school because you guys spread slander.’”

“Haaah?!” I cried out to be afraid of myself.

“Iya.”

“Serem.”

“He’eh, all on yelling ga agree. Continuously OSIS chairmen display Cross values in LCD.”

“Terus?”

“Crazy! The value, no one is below eight.” said Gyan full of impossibility.

“Masa?” I'm just because I don't believe.

“Serious!” his shouts corroborated his earlier statement.

“Terus, how does it go?”

“OSIS chairman said again, if the value is taken from the teacher's grade book that teaches in our class. He also said, Gilang had participated in LCC in SMP.”

“Sign up for LCC on SMP?!”

“Iya, two-level champion of the province.”

I gasped to hear it, I didn't think, he had ever reached that level.

“There's a photo of him.” Gyan said again as he grabbed the phone from inside his bag, then fiddled for a while and gave it to me.

I saw Gilang wear Junior High School uniform, his arm is also long kayak now, plus, the tie he was wearing was also thrown. Keep on, hold the cup high.

“I didn't expect.” I said while returning Gyan's phone.

“Let alone me.”

“Terus?”

“Ya friends want to apologize anyway,”

“Sgratitude.”

I exhaled a breath of relief. Unexpectedly, the manager of OSIS acted to stop the gossip hoax about Gilang. Fortunately, in the past, sister Geta did not follow the will of Gilang who thought I was the same Kelvin already dating, but the hell did not!

Soon Gilang entered with Bu Yuni, so that all the students woke up and surrounded him except me. They apologized for accusing me of nothing, I also saw Kelvin seem to regret his actions. But, the answer from Gilang made everyone laugh: “Before Lebaran, no THR.”

As if controlling the atmosphere, Bu Yuni told everyone to sit in their respective chairs.

Gilang sat by my side while giving a smile.

I smiled back at him with the same thing. “Hai,” my sap.

“Hai, honey” greeting Gilang made me shocked.

Up front, Bu Yuni explained that the LCC is held now to select prospective participants who will become LCC participants in Banyumas TV.

The event will be held in the school hall. Each class sends three students as representatives.

Taken from IPA, IPS, Language, all eleven classes, and all X classes. Class XII does not participate because it must focus on the graduation exam. So in total there were sixty-six students from 22 classes.

Of my class selected are Gilang, Gyan, and I—Kelvin ga included because one of the values there is a six. But I rejected him on the grounds of not being confident, and allowed Arya to replace me. Fortunately, everyone agreed without protest. So, I can see Gilang's action later. He he he.

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ii

Arriving at the hall, participants were led in and given their respective chest numbers. I remember Gilang wearing the number 24, according to my date of birth. I liked. I also believe Gilang will definitely win.

It's my turn, call me baby, again. He he he.

As the event begins, all should not be anyone approaching the hall, because it is considered to be able to provide cheating in the form of help.

Then, after examination, participants were given a pencil and then sat down with their chest number.

The tests are tight. My inner word.

Forty-five minutes later, Gilang came to me sitting alone in the gazebo in front of class X-11, reading a book by Gilang. There are at least 34 poems whose contents are very clearly intended for me, because there is my name there, while the remaining 66 are about life, family, education, and politics. Short but special.

Gilang sat by my side while handing me a bottle of green bean juice.

“Still.” I said.

“Sama-sama.” I drank a box of chocolate.

“Where, earlier?”

“What?”

“Test.”

“Oh, yes, it's done.”

“Ih! That is, can you play, ga?”

“Can.”

“Yakin, if your answer is correct?”

“If you're not sure, I won't answer. Right, wrong answer reduces score one.”

Yes, too, it is true what he said. But that's not what Gilang means! How, anyway?

“Hopefully, you escaped.” my prayer.

“Aamin.” Reply Gilang. “Eh, you're abis nyuri huh?”

“Hah? Reluctant! Offhanded!” my snapping.

“Well, how can you have that book?” Gilang.

“I got this from Mamah.”

“Yeah, Mamah overtake me again.” he said with a sad expression making me laugh.

“Emang, would you like to thank this book?”

“Engga.”

“Loh, how?”

“Yes, I want to give you another book.”

“What?”

“Newly finished, tomorrow I am sent to Jakarta for launching.”

“Waaah.... what is the title?” askaiku.

“That's my book.” he said as he looked at me as if pointing at the book I was holding.

“Hah?”

“Iya.”

“Ih! Serious dong!”

“I'm serious.”

“Title, that's my book?” I'm nanya.

“Iya.” Gilang.

“Any. He he he.”

“Still.”

“About what is it?”

Gilang seemed to think like he was trying to remember. “Hmmm Stared at. “A cold-hearted writer, who lived again his heart the same as a teacher who lived on the side of his apartment.”

“How to turn on the return, how?”

“If Frankenstein is electrocuted, this is accompanied.”

I laughed a little. “Company?”

“Iya.”

“I mean, the author likes the teacher?”

“Iya.”

“Ah, easy to guess, ga cool.”

“You want me to tell you?”

“Bby.” I said.

Later, Gilang explained in detail his novel. I laughed, cried, and was curious when Gilang told me about it. Turns out, my guess was wrong, the novel turned out to be unpredictable!

If you want to read Gilang novels, you can. Just look for it, Danu Banu's pen name.

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iii

When Gilang told me the contents of his novel, I suddenly heard the sound of an announcement. There are nine named for taking the second exam. Gilang, Arya, and Gyan, all called. I'm so glad the three of them got away.

“Yeah, sorry, I have to go, again.”

“You're not going, there's me in your heart.”

Smile to hear it, me too. It felt like love blossomed all around us.

Then, he stepped towards the hall.