Lutfi Gilang's

33. Married Flavors

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In front of the bathroom, Gilang sat on a chair while sipping a box of chocolate milk. Glad I saw it.

Wh why? Which guy tried something like Gilang? Wanna wait for his partner, with a box of chocolate milk.

If other guys, usually clearly object to it, especially they will wait while sipping cigarettes and playing mobile phones.

I'm telling you, guys that kind of, that, usually tend to be grumpy and self-absorbed.

I think personally, the best partner is he who will not do bad habits for himself especially for his partner.

So, if you are close to a guy who has bad habits (lazy, smoker, really likes to cheat on other girls, and money scatters) who you give advice and do not digubris same him, he said, mending stop to make yourself menggejalani relationship with the guy. I'm sure, you'll regret it later after having a relationship with that model guy.

If you don't believe it, that's up!

In the bathroom, I just put on my loving clothes. Pants item material, long sleeve white t-shirt inscribed: “Always Gilang” size is quite large in the middle. There is also a hashtag: #in_my_heart, but small, below the previous post. It's all blue dongker.

Immediately I assumed that he meant Gilang, I makai this shirt so that Gilang is always in my heart. Aduuuh.

And if you can guess, I'm sure the T-shirt that Gilang wears must be the writing: “Always Lutfi”

Aaah... I became impatient, I want to quickly see how Gilang kayak.

I kept making a jacket on the left chest that read: “Always LG” in white but small size.

I'm sure LG means: “Lutfi Gilang”

I was shocked, and I was also given socks and shoes! Yes shoes. It is also blue dongker. The typical shoes of a girl, there are ribbons too. I liked.

Gilang actually gave me a change of clothes, from tops to subordinates and the very bottom, shoes.

Let me ask, the guy who is close to you, never give a package, like a Silent love to me?

Don't be envious. He he he.

After finishing and put the sports uniform and sneakers into the frisk I came out and approached Gilang who suddenly looked at me.

“Where?” I asked for an opinion.

I saw the smile on his lips spread wide. “Still.”

“Hah?” I'm shocked. “I should have said, thanks.” I said then sat by his side. “Udah, replace you there.”

Glad to nod and then rise. “Oya, sorry, I'll be long.”

“Loh, why?” my many.

“Mules.”

“Kok, can?”

“It looks like it was fitting to eat chicken noodles, the sauce is mostly. He,”

“Wuuu I exclaimed but spoiled, laughing too.

Gilang was still laughing as he stepped up and entered the WC that I used before.

While waiting for me to search Gilang's bag, really do not know why, at that time I was very curious.

There's a parcel, maybe it's souvenirs from Jakarta. There are still some books that I'm sure it must have been made, one of which is a novel entitled, That's my book. Next, the motor key, my two couplle— watches are sure to make me later. Hopefully he he he. There's also a little red box, you don't know what it is, I don't dare to open it, and it's hers.

I took it, and I opened it up like before. Somewhat different from before, anyway, now in addition to my contact, there is also the name of Mr. Zurri, who he said the editor. In the message section also only contains a discussion of Gilang with Pak Zurri about his work.

Then I switched to the image folder, no contents in it except a handwritten read: “Lutfi Nurtika” Yes, that's my name. Lastly, in the video section. There's only one. I pressed a button to turn it.

“I-this video recording Gilang in Jakarta.”

There, I saw Gilang wearing all-white clothes. From shirts, jackets, hats, to the same pants shoes.

Whaaah.

In the video Gilang said: “Novel, it's my book, actually adapted from my own real story. Where, I was met with a great woman, beautiful, kind, smiling, and always excited in any case. From him, I realized, that life is not limited to one thing, which we only like, but new things that have not been mastered, or even never known. So, I am very grateful to the woman who always sat by my side. She was the first woman I idolized. He, Lutfi Nurtika... and everything, contained in this book, it's my book.” said Gilang argued.

While the audience, which numbered in the hundreds, joined in calling “That's my book!”

Then applause rumbled there.

“And if he watches a replay, if this is recorded.... uh, recorded ga, anyway?” his question to the crew, made me chuckle. “Oh, yes. Apparently recorded. Thank God.” There, on the video, people are also on the laughs. “Well, I repeat, if I get a chance to talk to him again, I want to apologize for not being able to find him that day in Banyumas, and I want to say, I want to say, I went to Jakarta to tell everyone, if I love you Lutfi Nurtika.”

Claps of applause and exclamations echoed there. While here, I was very surprised and touched. I can't believe he said that in front of the crowd.

I put the phone back in its place, and then I saw the last thing. It was a 15x10cm book in dark brown.

I picked up the book that I guessed right away, it was Gilang's diary. And as I thought, it was indeed his diary book.

I opened it with a million joys, for I would know what Gilang kept secret from me, and everyone.

On the first few pages, it only contains the biography of Gilang. Starting from the full name, nickname, place and date of birth, zodiac, blood type, gender, religion, hobbies, ideals, and idols. Funnier. I laughed at myself as well.

What surprised me was that there it was written my name for the “Tokoh section that I idolized” And when I looked carefully, he wrote it on June 24, 2010. That was even before school.

So surprised and curious, I read the next chapter, there it says the title: “I was stunned at first glance.”

It was about Gilang who was alone sitting in the garden with a rain that fluttered all over his body, then a woman approached him and gave him an umbrella. The woman said, “Your heart may hurt, but your body should not be included.” And that woman is none other than me, Lutfi Nurtika.

I was shocked, amazed too. I did not expect, Gilang wrote of the incident, which even I myself had long forgotten, and considered unimportant. I also can't believe, if Gilang turned out to be a man who I accidentally saw was sitting daydreaming near the river, even though it was raining.

Switch to the next chapter. It was about the days of MOS, when I was repeatedly late and got punished. Gilang wrote down all the regrets for not helping me. In fact, I was shocked after reading, that he had deliberately come late just to lighten my duties.

I remember now, there used to be a student who was always paired with me to carry out the punishment. But I never saw his face, we never even talked to each other.

Ahhh! I was really moved by what Gilang had done.

Chapter five:

“On Friday, I accidentally bumped into you on the sidewalk in front of SMAN Ajibarang, but I'm sure you didn't notice me. It is indeed you who will not glance in the direction of a man. But that time I returned your wallet that accidentally fell.”

Chapter six:

“Day Sunday, we meet again at the same store to buy MOS equipment that turned out to be just a, a, and it turns out that you were also looking for that thing—sticks morse—so I refused to buy it so you could get it.”

Chapter seven: the:

“Monday, for the first time our group was close together, I saw your smiling face clearly. Back then, indirectly, you helped me to paint you, even if it was just a silhouette.”

I immediately remembered the painting on display in Gilang's room. Turns out he's been doing it for a long time.

Chapters eight, nine, to fifteen are the times after learning begins. Gilang only describes his admiration for me, and all his disbelief in what he has.

But really, what he wrote, all he ever cared about was me, all I needed.

I was so sad when and after reading it. There, Gilang kept his love for me. In fact, there was not the slightest bit of anger that was expressed when I walked with Kelvin. Instead he regretted, because he could not be the man I deserved, until I refused to go home with him and choose with another man.

I was crying so much. Especially after I read his writing during the incident four days ago, which contained hundreds of words of regret, sadness, and apology for not being able to contact me.

He always noticed the little things about me, he never forced his taste to be reciprocated with the same thing, nor did he get angry at me who suddenly left with another man. All the papers, they were about me, about my own goodness, which to me he did not deserve to write.

I'm not as good as you think, Gilang. I'm just an ordinary woman who can't do anything, I'm just an ordinary woman who keeps making trouble, I'm just an ordinary woman who is very easily jealous. In fact, I've been idling you evil.

Sorry, sorry, sorry I'm Gilang. Excuse me. I'm really lucky to be loved by someone like you.

“I don't care how you look at me, how you think of me, how you feel for me, whatever! I only care about what you need. Because you are my idol, because of you I can enjoy the colors of the beautiful world, because you are the person I love the most, Lutfi Nurtika.”

Suddenly Gilang called me, making me jolt great. “You why cry?”

I looked towards him. His face looked very worried. And as expected, she also wears a jacket and t-shirt that reads: “Always Lutfi” with the hashtag: #in_my_heart, item material pants, and blue dongker sneakers. Anyway handsome, deh.

Missed my nyamperin and gently wiped my tears. “What's up?”

I actually wanted to hug her. But I remember Gilang forbidding me to do that, and I believe the reason is because we have not officially become husband and wife legally recognized by religion and state. So I answered her with a shake, then gave her the little book.

Shocked, his face turned frightened. “Sorry,”

Curse both his hands. “Mistake,”

He looked at me doubtfully.

“Still, yes?”

“Hah? Bu-make what?”

I smiled, then I pulled her hand to hold my left cheek. I'm really comfortable with this.

Suddenly Gilang got up just like that, pulling my hand to step. Then put the bag and all the other tent on the motor, then approached towards the beach with a long black swipe in his right hand.

Not yet arrived, I was shocked after seeing the sea stones arranged to form love, on the left side seemed my full name, while the opposite side written the full name.

Is it fitting Gilang wait for me to change, he made this? Ask heart.

I entered the form of love together with Gilang who continued to hold my hand. After being right in it Gilang gave me a long black swipe earlier. “For you,” said.

I smiled and accepted, I opened it. As expected, this is a rose. I smell. Hmmm.

Now smile, and he took the little red box out of his pants pocket. Then I looked at me sharply. “Fi...” call it.

“Iya.”

A moment of pampered wind seemed to irrigate the romantic nuances for both of us. The chirping of birds and the pounding of the waves also became decorations that I could not write how happy I was with Gilang at that time.

He opened the red box above his left palm.

I saw a white ring with five shiny white eyes in the middle of which was the largest, similar to the crown of a king's daughter. Straight away, I assumed Gilang would propose to me.

I smiled, and so did he.

“I want us to marry.” he said suddenly.

“Hah?!” I cried out loudly in shock, when before I was sure he would say that, but still, I could not lie to my race.

So for five minutes, I was silent, speechless. Really, I don't know what he means suddenly like this.

I did wish to have a special relationship with him, and I also did wish my relationship with Gilang was more than just a courtship. But, this, this is too much!

I mean, I'm a 16-year-old, a young woman who's just a teenager and about to grow up, but she already said that. Is Gilang not wrong to say? Is he just joking? Aaaah, I'm really confused.

“Fi...” He called, scared me a little. “Ga please answer now, you can reject ak—”

“Engga!” I cut the sentence.

“Hah?” She's shocked.

“I, ga nolak you..” I said shyly. “but, we are still SMA, Gilang.”

“If so, we marry aja.” the answer is quick.

“Well taste? Ma-mean?”

“Yes, if the marriage of KUA is legally recognized by the state, continue if the religious marriage is recognized as valid religiously and can have sex. Well, if marriage is recognized as valid by all owners taste.” he said make my heart vibrate.

I laughed when I heard it. It's weird, but it's funny. Where is anyone asking for a wedding like Gilang?

“Terus, how, how?”

Refresh smile. “Follow, yes?”

I'm nagging.

His right hand is now holding my right hand, while his left hand is attached to my right chest. Straight away, I followed the action without the need to be commanded.

“To The owner of the taste,” said Gilang.

“To the owner of the flavor,” I said.

“and whole owner flavor,”

“and whole owner flavor,”

“my Rizky Gilang Kurniawan,”

“my Lutfi Nurtika,”

“handing all my race to Lutfi Nurtika.”

“handing all my rasaku to Rizky Gilang Kurniawan.”

“And today, we are officially married taste!” shout Gilang.

“And today, we are officially married taste!” my yelling.

Gilang looked at me, I also looked at him. Then, he took the ring and put it on the middle finger of my left hand.

My heart is shaking violently. I was so happy that my tears flowed. Gilang is also.

The wind, the waves, the chirping of birds, and everything around us bear silent witness to all the sentences we both call taking turns.

With Gilang, on earth, being the most suitable place for me to live forever! Life is more interesting than anything. I, no longer wrong to love him.

That was the day, we both vowed and married our feelings.

Saturday, August 11, 2010 on the coast of Menganti. Finally Gilang really granted all my hidden desires during this time. He, my Turn, he was mine in High School.

🌹🌹🌹

I'm in Istanbul, Turkey.

My tears are pouring down my birthday. I can't speak. Especially feeling how you write all this. But there was a glimmer of hope whispering in my ear, as if to tell me that you wrote all those stories as if you were experiencing them, to make me interested and go further into the story of you and me who used to be, once, more precisely, nine years ago.

Now I have established myself. I stopped in one third of your diary, to finish the story in one book immediately, and will continue our story in the second. Maybe, and hopefully, time will still give me the opportunity to re-read your writing and rewrite it so that it can be used as a reading that will never run out of age.

I really hope, with the people who read our story, later, it will lead me to find you soon. You don't know where now.

I miss you so much, my dear Lutfi.

My apartment, April 5, 2019

Rizky Gilang Kurniawan's

The guy who keeps looking for you, man,

Lutfi Nurtika's.