Lutfi Gilang's

32. Menganti Beach

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Upon arrival at Kebumen, I remember that time at half-nine in the morning, we almost approached the entrance to the beach of Menganti which was very uphill. And in the initial post, as usual—said locals—bus passengers have to get off and walk for approximately 10km to reach the beach of Menganti.

Although actually the time was still not opened for tourism, only as a port for fishermen. But because there are students and teachers of SMAN Purwokerto who come from Kebumen, suggest to contemplate nature to the place, and have received permission from the local village administrator.

So, in turns the bus takes out its passengers, for then the bus goes to the wide area owned by local residents as a parking lot.

Motor Gilang continued to accelerate, ahead of SMAN Purwokerto students who had just walked for 5km.

I can make sure the look on their faces envious of us, especially Gilang deliberately swallowed and asked them— classmate X-11, “Had been the way?”

But it did not get any response except cynical exclamations.

I also saw that Gyan and Bu Yuni looked exhausted. Feeling unbearable, I asked Gilang to find a way to help them.

Then, Gilang visited the homes of local residents to want to become an ojeg handyman. In total there were three ojeg craftsmen who finally shook Ateg, Gyan, and Bu Yuni. Others, said Gilang, were left alone, so they could enliven the activities they were glorifying.

I know what that means, if they seem to put the beach first more than anything.

Up on the beach, all down from the ojeg— handyman there was still no main gate to pay for the entrance ticket. Gilang paid the third ojeg.

I really don't know how much money he was carrying back then, nor do I want to know. Because to me, most importantly, I'm just as cross.

We separated after they thanked us and prayed that we would soon be a couple. I also know that Bu Yuni is looking forward to it. It is clear from the look on his face.

But, Gilang even said: “We've been a couple, look, we're just two, right?”

Everyone laughs, me too. Sometimes he behaves like a child. Plain, funny, pissing.

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ii

Before I continue the story, I want to write a little about the beach of Menganti, so that you have a picture of the place, precisely in 2010.

Menganti Beach is still relatively new, and only opened in 2011 for tourists. Previously, it was only a port for fishermen. But not infrequently for the citizens of Kebumen, know the charm.

The natural panorama in addition to the beach with white sand, there are also beautiful coral reefs, as well as the hills of Kars. No wonder, if the beach Memanti got the nickname as the Hawinya of Indonesia. Indeed, in the next few years, the beach of Menganti became one of the main destinations for tourists visiting Kebumen.

If you want to go there in 2019, at least have to spend Rp. 12,500.00 or so. And must be ready to take a winding road that goes up and down.

But calm, assets to get there, now it's good, not like the way it used to be erratic, sometimes gravel, sometimes ordinary land.

Oya, I also heard, if there is a story behind the name taking “Meganti”. Actually you can also search through google, but to be more afdol I will just write it.

A long time ago, a Majapahit royal commander fled to the South coastal area of Java Dwipa, because he had a relationship with a lover who was not sanctioned by the King.

They then promised to meet at the edge of the ocean that has beautiful white sand.

All day long, the commander waited for his heart on the limestone hill, while looking at the open sea. Unfortunately, the awaited ones did not come.

From the wait that appeared the term Menganti, if the Inonese language, yes, “Menanti”.

There are other versions as well. That is, a friendship between Sheikh Maulana Malik Ibrahim—one of the guardians of songo—with Sheikh Subair.

The two traveled to spread Islam, but the journey took place separately.

Regardless of whether or not the story is true, Menganti beach is indeed the most tranquil waiting place with panoramic views around and beautiful beaches.

In 2011, I also heard that, Menganti beach was once used as a venue for the national surfing competition.

Oya, if you want to enjoy the whole beauty of the beach Menganti, you can go to the lighthouse at the top of the hill. The height of 20m, was built by the Dutch in 1912-1915. Don't know what you can wear now.

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iii

Gilang stopped his motorbike near a coconut tree that was at least two and a half meters high, right facing the beach.

I immediately took off the helmet. As the wind gently wiped my skin, I also heard the pounding of the waves as if to welcome the two of us. Next I took off the jacket and put it on the bike, just like Gilang did.

I saw him pull out a camera from his backpack. He said, just bought it, make pictures of me. He also picked up a drink and a long black swipe he got from the florist, as well as two tent with white, no matter what the contents were. But still holding his bag.

Actually I'm happy to be embarrassed to hear it, but what I did was hit him on the shoulder, uh, Gilang laughed.

Next, we sat parallel to the trunk of a fallen coconut tree, with Gilang occasionally photographing the beauty of the beach as well as myself.

“Drink first.” said.

I received the bottle of water that had been opened, then handed it back to Gilang, so that he would also drink.

Next we enjoyed the view of the beach, the white sand that became a pedestal for the feet, the sea breeze that wiped my skin gently, the blow was calm but loud enough to be heard by the ears. I also saw a lot of birds flying.

When looking back, I can enjoy the beauty of the high green hills. There is also a waterfall there.

It is beautiful anyway, especially because here I am with Gilang who idolizes me and loves me. Hihahi.

Kulirik towards Gilang, looks a smile on his face. But I'm sure, behind that smile, there are millions of pain, fatigue, and all sorts of other unpleasant things.

Suddenly I became curious about what he was doing right in Jakarta, just as especially this morning, which made my parents send me away with him. Finally I asked: “Pas Friday yesterday, you arrived in Jakarta at what time?”

Gilang looked up at the head, seemed to try to enjoy the wind more. “Hmmm. Abis ngojek up to Monas, only there I was picked up by Mr. Zurri using his car.”

“You got breakfast?”

He looked at me and laughed. “He, engga.”

I hit his left shoulder. “Actuation.”

“Sorry.”

“Do not repeat! Eating is also important, know!”

“Yaaa... if anyone ingetin.” he said as if to code so I want to be a reminder for him.

“Ya just ask.” I said in response to his expectations.

“OK. Fi, you want ga, keep ngingetin me to eat?”

“Heh?! how, me?”

Well, really ask me. He he he.

“I want you, how?” tanyanya seriously.

“Emang you want to pay me how much?” tanyaku.

Honestly, I would be angry if Gilang answered, paid for with love. If it's like that, for me he's a tombal, it's no different from other men. And, fortunately, Gilang answered differently, and the answer was only the first time I heard in sixteen years of life in the world.

“Weekly snacks, daily snacks, same monthly shopping money.”

“Hah?!” I was shocked to be confused as to what to answer. You see, I know, the one who used to love that, yeah, husband.

“Iya.” replied by remaining calm. “You don't want to? Though my father gave rations to Mamahku like that.”

“Certain, ma-mean?”

His smile made me run out of words. It was like, I was invited to marry indirectly.

I could faint so happy. Moreover, fortunately, somehow, my previous pain was enough to make me and my parents bother, now it is not felt.

Crazy one! Glad is the most potent medicine for me.

Breathing out, diverting to something else. “Terus, abis it, what is it in Jakarta?”

His eyes still felt very sharp looking at me. He remained silent for a long time, but finally answered. “Just make the launch of the novel, it's my book, same signature books the fans, keep taking my order, just stopped by Friday prayers.”

“What order?”

“This.” said Gilang while handing the parcel in his right hand.

“By-by, yes?” tanyaku.

Gilang laughs. “Udah pesen old, anyway, but just so yesterday.”

“Keep, abis salat, you home?”

“Iya, but wait two in the afternoon. You see, the ticket starts at that hour.”

“Oooh.... until his home what time?”

“Around tenpm, lah.”

I gasped to hear it, because it immediately imagined how tired he was yesterday, and now still want to shake me to the beach Menganti, which is also not close, it took 1 hour 40 minutes from SMAN Purwokerto.

Really, I am happy, Gilang continues to fight to fulfill my wishes. Earlier this morning, he had picked me up, or maybe even more gassy.

“You, anyway, in my house from what time?”

Gilang muttered, closed his head, then looked at me. “Abis prayer Fajr.”

The deg! Suddenly I was told he was more gassy than that. Yes, I thought so because before, Gilang said, if you still do not know where my house is. “Honestly, you're looking for my house from what time?”

He was shocked and then turned his face.

“Call!” myrag.

He scratched his head and looked back at me slowly. “Jam... one, he.”.

“Hah?!” I screamed, I saw Gilang give a little expression of fear.

“He,” He laughs.

“You mean you don't sleep?”

“Ya sleep, it, between ten hours to the middle hour one.”

I actually almost blew all the water out of my eyes, but luckily I was able to hold it. I really didn't expect. It took so much struggle to find my home.

“Keep, how can I know my home?”

“I went to the fathers who were priests of prayer. He didn't answer, instead the reason I'm looking for your address. Yes, I explained, deh, everything to him.”

“Se-everything?”

“Iya.” reply spirit. “Why?”

“Don't-don't..” I said very distrustfully.

“Yes, those gentlemen, your father.”

Duars! Looks like my imagination caused a terrible explosion.

I looked down, very surprised to hear it. That must be the reason they—Father and Mamah— allowed me to go together Gilang.

“What story did you tell Dad?” I ended up with a panic note.

“Everything.”

Ow hell! “About what?”

Gilang's face looked puzzled, but he still answered quickly. “Soal I cidolain you.”

Huh uh?! “Aparticularly?”

“Soal you back and forth late.”

“Terus?”

“Soal painmu.”

“Terus?”

“Soal I nganter you use the garbage cart.”

Huh uh?! Crazy, huh?! “Aparticularly?”

“Everything. I'm all telling stories. Even I also said that I love you to him.”

The deg! It felt like something was stabbing my whole body, unable to react as before. In my mind now full of questions: “How now? Dad, Mom, they already know everything. Hows it? What am I supposed to do? Am I going to be forced away from Gilang? Am I going to transfer schools?”

I looked towards Gilang, on his face was also full of regret. He also said it directly. “Sorry.”

I exhale. Let, again, all have happened. I'm also sure, they wouldn't ask me to stay away from Gilang, let alone change schools. I'm sure I didn't.

Because in fact, after Gilang told me everything, Dad actually told Gilang my house. Mamah also agreed that I go with Gilang.

Now, I think this way: “Is it possible that Dad and Mom have already noticed my relationship with Gilang?”

I looked back at Gilang's handsome face and gave him a smile. Before long, he finally smiled as he had before. Maybe Gilang knows, if I'm even grateful for his carelessness.

“Lain times, you rest first, yes?” my door.

“I can't rest if there's no news about you.” he said.

Hearing it makes me smile happily. Looking at the crackle in front of me. I see it.

There's black pants, same white t-shirt blue jacket dongker. But I only got a glimpse.

“Make me?” I'm nanya.

Gilang. “Dipake now, yes?”

Actually, I really want to wear it immediately, but afraid Gilang think how. And as if knowing my pent-up will, Gilang immediately pulled my hand and stepped.

“Where?” my many.

“WC.” answer.

“Ngapain?”

“Change, lah.”

“Kan, can be made sometime.”

Glad suddenly stopped his steps and looked at me sharply. “Ga, later people just nganggep us school friends, because of wearing a sports uniform kayak gini.” he said and stepped back but still clasped my right hand. “Abis you change, only me. His clothes couple, let's believe that we're a couple.”

The deg! I was confused as to what to answer. But honestly, I was so happy when Gilang said that.

Finally, today really comes. The time I have been waiting for has come. The day that Gilang will clarify our relationship.

I'm happy, very happy. To allow myself to be entangled in the grasp of his hand which made me feel safe.