Lutfi Gilang's

29. Miracle

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At night, I couldn't sleep. I'm still shackled about how Gilang thinks of me right now. I was wrong, a relationship without status made me feel like it was just a temporary stopover for her.

I want Gilang to immediately explain everything he has done as long as he doesn't contact me. And tell me what kind of relationship we're in. I do not want to continue to be shackled in all uncertain tightness.

Also, I need to recover soon. Because, after the Maghrib, Gyan and Ateg sent me a message that tomorrow there is a nature retreat, to the beach of Menganti.

I want to join the activities tomorrow, because I hope to go to the beach. But I also want to be the same Gilang. He means he participates in nature activities as well, like me, as well as other friends at school.

It feels like I have not gone to the beach for a long time, maybe when I was Junior High, it was also because it accompanied the school holiday Ibnu.

I want to know again, Ibnu was my first brother. His full name is Shahid Ibn Fatah, seven years difference with me.

I still want to come, but I'm not well. Glad there's no news either. Ahhh! I want everything to be clear, not like this!

Time yes, Gilang do not have time to buy hp or call me from the wartel? Time yes, Gilang did not memorize my number, but, right, there is only one contact number on his phone, and that's my number? Time yes, Gilang keep telling me like a gini?

What about Gilang, anyway?!

Adhan Isya reverberated, and I felt that my body was much more limp than before.

The pokonya, at that time, I was told to take a break to raise my tension which, after being checked by the doctor, was still no different from four days ago. He also kept urging Dad to have me arrested.

But I refused and kept resisting, because I really wanted to be able to go to the beach tomorrow. But, I also want to meet Gilang. Ahhh! Baffled.

But the fact, not in line with my shadow, every want to move places, I have to be helped by Dad or Mamah, whether carried or wedged. Even until ten o'clock at night, I, still have no progress whatsoever.

I'm really sad. First Gilang isn't there, second he still hasn't contacted me, and third I can't come to the beach tomorrow.

Aaaah.I cried until midnight.

Finally, after feeling that the body will no longer be able to walk according to my suggestion, I decided to give up on being able to participate in tomorrow's activities, nature contemplates.

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Adhan Fajr reverberated, before I continued to wake up repeatedly because of nightmares. It's sad that it happened to me.

Next, I performed the Fajr prayer with the previous tayamum. Then pray, hope, a miracle comes to me, so that I can meet Gilang and go to the beach of Menganti.

And, unexpectedly, the miracle really came to me!

At that time, it was 04:40 WIB. Dad came into my room and called me softly. I answered and explained that I had prayed and wanted to go to school immediately so that I could participate in nature.

From the dimness of the room, I remember, he smiled and spoke softly just like people were whispering: “Yes, Brother, I helped clean up your equipment, Mamah also has hot water for you to take a shower, and, now again cook, tuh, make breakfast.”

I was shocked, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. “Serious, Yah?”

“Iya.” said he.

I was so happy to make it, straight away, as if getting extra energy, I tried to sit down, and then Dad turned on the room lights.

“You wear what clothes, Brother?” ask Dad.

“Sports, Dad. But bring a change of clothes.” I replied by limping stepping to take a shower.

“Oh, yes, yes. What's the dress instead, sister?”

“What, yes, Yah?”

“Kan, Sister who wants to makai.”

“Lah, Father proposed, yes, Yah!” spoiled seruku.

“Ya can, Yah.”

I'm so often the same Dad, yelling. He he he. It's not polite, it is, but anyway, I'm trying to catch up with time. So understand it, but don't copy it.

In the kitchen, I saw Mamah cooking again, not knowing what. Then he helped me into the bathroom, then gave me a bucket of hot water and a towel. Next I took a shower.

About, half an hour later I just came out, it's because I had to shampoo, because it's been five days I just wiped my body, it means not me, but Mamah. He he he.

I went into the room to get dressed, everything was neatly prepared by Dad. Wuhuhu, my father is my idol.

After getting dressed and checking the equipment in the bag, I wore a white scarf that Gilang gave and an old brown jacket that Mamah had bought when he had an event outside the city. Then I went to the dining room, but my way was still limping because every time I felt cold it must have been a recurrent flu.

In the dining room, I ate while Mamah advised me to be careful there, hopefully get well soon, and do good things for many people. Anyway right then, Mom is fine again.

After eating, I went to the side door for socks and shoes. Then go back in because of Mamah who told, so you don't have to mutter first. Poor said.

When he got to the front door, Dad gave me pocket money and a bag and a prayer for salvation. I'm honestly confused as to why you do that at home. No way, with my condition like this, I was told to boil again to school, later dong late!

And after leaving the house, I gasped to see a man sitting on his bike. Wh who? Yes, Gilang! Yes, it's my turn.

“Call!” I said surprised. He also wears a sports uniform like me.

Miracles really do happen. My prayer, instantly granted. And what made it come true was him, that weird guy, Gilang.

“Hai,” say hello with a smile. “Have you improved?”

I nodded, then turned around for a moment to see the reaction of my parents.

I was so confused, they invited me to go with the man. Whereas, before, when Dad found out I was keeping a guy contact, my phone was immediately slammed. He said, I can't be fooled by a bad guy who wants to just have fun.

But what is now is inversely proportional. Wh why? What was? I don't know!

Gilang got off the bike, walked up to me, then greeted Dad and Mamah. “We leave first, Well, Mah.”

“Iya, be careful on the road.” said Mamah.

“Don't speed.” says Father.

“Siap.” says Gilang.

He took my backpack, then grabbed me to step up, and helped me get on his bike. Really, at that time I just kept quiet and followed the flow. My mind is still shackled by the impossibility that happened at that time.

After sitting perfectly on the bike, Gilang confirmed the scarf I was wearing. He said, wear the right thing, let it not fall on his scarf.

Insolent, right? It should be, let it be warm, or let me not be cold. Ah, how about, anyway, Gilang?!

Then put on a green helmet, and he had a black helmet. Just like the beginning of me hugging him last Sunday.

After everything was felt to have been sorted out, Gilang ran the motor very slowly.

On the way, he was silent a thousand languages. When I saw him from the reflection of the rearview mirror, his face was expressionless, making me confused what to say.

It was like he was angry with me. Who should be angry, right, me!

What was? Why did you come here just to be quiet? Why did the smile I saw just disappear so quickly? Wh why? What's wrong with you? Why are you not sure of everything you did yesterday? Wh why? What's up Gilang? Please say something!

My heart just continued to cry out erratically, mouthlessly daring to utter a word like before. I don't know, maybe Gilang and I were mute at the time.

After finally entering the Karanglewas area, I felt cape for sitting without a backrest. As if understanding my condition, Gilang's hand moved and slowly pulled the helmet I was wearing to make my chin stick to his left shoulder.

I'm silent. Follow his will, and slowly all my tiredness vanished. I again smelled the distinctive aroma of a Gilang, a quiet and strange man.

But I can't lie to my heart. Really, near Gilang it feels, so comfortable. It feels, so soothing. My pain disappeared instantly. I don't think I want this to end soon.