Lutfi Gilang's

26. Smart Careful

i

By the time the show started, I was watching a little bit ahead, ah, you know what I mean.

I want to be satisfied watching Gilang up close, although I am a little worried that my presence actually makes it gerogi or the like. But he's not, he's ordinary. In fact, I see, she's as calm as ever.

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ii

It was a stressful event!

One session features three groups. Groups A, B, and C.

When it was Gilang's turn with Gyan and Arya, I was really stubborn. Seriously, even until I read some short letters from the Qur’an! Maybe I really hope the group from our class wins. Especially there is Gilang.

Ja. That's my turn.

Finished round one, two, and three. Group B is equal to Group C. Group A, group Gilang, is too far. This is all because Gilang was silent and just looked at me.

Aw, Gilang! Seriously doong. I want you to win, you know!

I tried to code him with a fist and a cynical face. Hope you've lost my point. I saw him surprised then swept a glance to see the acquisition of value on the LCD screen. Then Gilang scratched his head with a small laugh.

Huh, thank God Gilang understood.

Next enter the session on the question of the scramble.

It was a session in which the questioner threw questions to anyone who could go to the bell first. If the answer is correct, it will get a hundred. If it is wrong, it will be reduced by a hundred.

From far away, I saw Gilang looking calm.

I'm still pissed. Anyway I can't accept that Gilang lost. Watch out later if you lose. He he he.

That's how I was that day. I was busy with her, communicating through the air and expression, troublesome myself. More than those who take care of the world. He he he.

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iii

The question session begins, the questioner asks the question:

“Sultan Ageng Tirtoyoso takes the fight to the invaders in the region..”.

Missing the first bell shocked me.

Do you know anyway? Ask heart.

“Ya, group A. Please.” said the questioner.

“Banten and Jakarta.” said Gilang.

“Betul!”

Everyone cheered and applauded.

“Furthermore, who is the Muslim traveler who ever stopped in Pasai?”

Again and again Gilang mijit the fastest bell.

“Ya, group A.”

“Ibn Bathuthah.”

“Betul.”

Everyone cheered again, but not with me. My face is still sour because Gilang group is still left behind. At least Gilang must answer the five questions correctly, even if he can.

“Third question, science about fisheries..”.

I was shocked because B group mijit bell first.

Well, it could be bad.

“Group B.”

“Pomology.”

“Salah,” said the questioner. “Group A.” said after Arya mijit bell. Then called out after Gilang whispered. “Ichtiology.”

“Betul!”

The audience cheered. The situation turned precarious. I looked at Gilang sharply as if annoyed, but he just laughed.

“The fourth question, what is the currency of Iraq?”

Group A and group C were together, but the questioner gave it to group C. Adwornment.

“Poundsterling.”

“Wrong! Group A.”

I saw Gilang whispering into Gyan's ear, then he exclaimed: “Dinar!”

“Ya... betuuuul!”

Applause and the roar of an uplifting shout echoed in the hall, a sign that the fight was getting fiercer, especially now that group A was leading with a difference of 100 points.

“Quiet,” said the questioner made the call slowly disappear. “Last question.”

All the participants looked tense, as did the spectators, but not with Gilang. He still smiles while looking at me.

“Good, last question. False rumors, which are usually often related to the personal affairs of others, are often called..”.

“Group A.” says the questioner.

“Gossip.”

Quiescent. Still not confirmed the answer. A minute later the questioner took a breath and shouted: “Betuuuul!!!”

Rumbling exploded at each end of the hall. All cried out happily, both Gyan, and Arya, while Gilang just kept silent and kept looking at me.

I was amazed, so happy with the achievement achieved by group A, our class. It's all thanks to Gilang. She's great!

I saw Gilang move from his place and then chat with group B and group C, then headed to the jury table, after which just approached me.

“Hai,” sweep.

“You are great.” I said.

Refresh smile. “Go, yuk?”

“Ga join the gift?”

“Ga please, yuk?”

“Bby deh.”

I followed Gilang's steps leading my hand to get out of the crowd and head to the gazebo before. We sit in line.

“Why don't you join the cup submission?” my many.

“Ga anything.” answer.

I suddenly remembered Mamah's talk that Gilang did not like to be photographed. “Oya, you don't like to be photographed.”

Gilang nodded and smiled, but I know, his smile was wry.

“What's up?” I'm nanya.

He looked at me seriously. “I have to leave later in the afternoon.”

“Ma-means?”

“I have to go to Jakarta.”

“Loh, how?”

“I told you earlier, I have to come for launching.” he said listlessly.

“Tomorrow, right, his LCC race in Banyumas. Go on, how?” I said still shocked.

“Sorry.” replied with a lowered head. “I've been waiting for this for a long time, the pay is quite a lot.”

“Hah, how come?”

Gilang looked back at me with an expression full of regret.

My heart's beating great. I know now! From then on, he kept looking at me because after the event was over, Gilang had to go to Jakarta. I suddenly felt like I was losing him.

I looked at his tanned black eyes. Stabilize myself.

“Gilang, that's your goal, achieve it, I'll wait for you back. I'm sure you've asked people to replace you, too, right?”

His eyes were blocked, looking at me as if full of hope.

I took his hand. “Listen, don't be naughty.”

He smiled, now I'm sure it was a smile of happiness. “I'll be back soon.”

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iv

Before I continue the story, I want to write a little about Gilang as a novel writer.

I think he should have someone who can help him to set the rest hours, so, when it's time to get up, and school, Gilang no longer has to fall asleep as usual.

I really hope, from trivial things like sleeping gasik, then waking up before dawn to digerjainannya writing, can help Gilang to eliminate his bad habits.

I also often think, if Gilang should busy his youth for this it was with his friend, yes at least, I hope he has friends, it is. It was also one that Mamah had expected, although the truth was that I would rather have Gilang spend time with me, like last Sunday for example. He he he.

Well, if Gilang has friends, I also hope that his friends understand Gilang's busy life as a novel writer, and understand what I want to not split with him.

You must understand why I think so.

I love Gilang. I don't want his life to run out just to make up stories and sleep, I want him to be able to see the world directly, not just from his delusion.

I love Gilang. I don't want my life to be alone without a friend. Because after all, one definitely needs interaction with others. Errata. If for Gilang, it does not need interaction but help to fill the black and white day.

I love Gilang. I don't want a little bit of it taken by people.

It's up to you to say I'm jealous, but I won't spare someone as special as Gilang.

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v

Gilang's writing is good, although most are too strange for children his age. Yes, he sometimes interprets things too far, so I get anxious in case it will affect his personality later.

I'm sure Gilang doesn't like being banned. I'm sure Gilang will be angry when I limit his working hours. I'm sure he'll be sad if the genre he's created doesn't match my taste.

But, later, I have to do it for Gilang's own good. Although later Gilang will change like what, it must be because of the overflow of sadness for a moment.

Hope Gilang understands what I mean later. I'm not banning it, just limiting it like a school that has hours to enter, hours to rest, and hours to go home. So that he can return to life as normal. Hope so.