Lutfi Gilang's
1. The Beginning of Everything
THAT MORNING, a riot broke out somewhere in Purwokerto. The cars are lined up like concrete snakes on the highway. The valiant men in jaz and kebaya suits filled almost all the chairs in white under the tratag that had been decorated in such a way with luxurious fabrics in white-green.
On each side looks colorful flowers also decorate the building that can be disassembled, although for most people who kiss it will definitely be exposed to injuries, understandably, it's just an imitation made of plastic.
One of the young men there for example, call it Gilang, yes it is his name, time must be called another, right pity his parents who have bothered to find a name, make a thanksgiving event, show off to people. Okay, don't debate, let's continue the story.
Gilang who pretentiously stylish like an artist in a romance film positioned himself in a half squat position—mimicking the behavior of the prince who kissed his partner's hand. And, as a result, he got a scratch on his nose.
"Ouch!" he held back the pain while holding his nose.
"What are you doing, anyway?!" The woman by the man's side asked almost snapped. You can guess what his name is. Yes really! Lutfi.
"Exercise." Gilang.
"Exercise? What does training mean?"
"Yes. Practice so I can."
"Yes I know!" Lutfi grumbling. "You mean.... you practice whataaaa?!" He asked urgently, his face turning stiff. Maybe feel gregety with Gilang's behavior that has not changed in the past. Since the first meeting. Since SMA.
At that time, Gilang had recognized Lutfi at the graduation of Junior High School, but the two had never spoken directly. After fate decides they meet at the same school, in the same large group section—saat MOS, in the same class, at the same table, in the same, and on the one-way home-to-school track; dialogue between the two ensues. Conversation request absent.
Yes, at that time, because of Lutfi's habit of being late to school, Gilang deliberately asked for his sentence ration for him to replace. Yes, the punishment for suspending all students at SMAN Purwokerto.
"Absen" said Gilang after pressing the woman's shoulder with the ballpoint pen closed.
Lutfi simply looked on in wonder. For a moment he also thought, the man before him was someone he knew, but he didn't.
"Absent." said Gilang repeating his sentence.
"What do you mean?" ask Lutfi.
"The picket teacher told you to come in."
"Don't fret!" Lutfi snarling. "I was asked to take the whole class" he added, then walked away.
But again his left shoulder was pressed with a pen. Forcing Lutfi to go back to Gilang.
"You're really, really?!" lutfi said a little shouting.
This time, no sound came out of Gilang's mouth. The response he gave actually took the absent book from Lutfi's hands swiftly and immediately entered the XI IPA-1 class to replace his duties.
"Hey, wait!" Lutfi exclaimed and tried to retake his task sheet.
But his action was immediately interrupted after one of the teachers who was teaching in class XI IPA-2 came out and said: "Why are you there?! There in!"
Lutfi was shocked and scared. He just nodded his head and obeyed the Master's orders.
That was the day, that was the time, the first romantic conversation for Gilang because he was really waiting to be able to talk to the woman he liked. But much different for Lutfi, that time was a time that just remembering it was already very irritating.
"He, uh,"
Hearing Gilang's strange laughter, despite having been running for 7 years, still made Lutfi chuckle.
"Ye.. instead follow along." said Gilang.
"Belgium!" answer Lutfi.
"Basic of non-creative graduates."
"About!" gerutu Lutfi while patting Gilang's shoulder.
"He," He laughed.
"You know, his laugh is weird."
"Well, it's not weird."
"That's for you!"
"Emang."
Lutfi again patted Gilang's shoulder. "My money."
"Yes, let's sit down." take Gilang.
"Sitting down?" ask Lutfi.
"Yes. You're tired, right?"
"That's not tired of sitting down."
"Continue?"
"Capek is talking to you?"
"Well, let's sit down and let's not get tired of talking to me."
"Ah, that's it, as good as me."
"He, uh,"
"Laugh at me! Is something funny?"
Silence mill. Just looking towards Lutfi.
"Why?"
He did not flinch, still looking intently at the eyes of his interlocutors.
Still no response.
"Don't do that. I'm so stubborn."
Gilang's face was closer.
"Darling yes.." said Lutfi.
But there was no response from her boyfriend.
"Udah, by the way." she asked. "What's up, anyway?"
"Sweat." she answered while rubbing with a finger.
"Ih, kirain wants to sleep." grumbled the Lutfi, then turned his back on Gilang.
"He, uh,"
"Ga's funny!"
"Look here." pinta Gilang.
"Ga wants! At most ngeledekin again kayak earlier." said Lutfi still turned his back on his partner.
"Relgan."
"Seriously?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Promise not to cheat on me again?" ask Lutfi while sticking her little finger behind her.
Crossed immediately crossed her little finger on Lutfi's little finger.
"Answer! Even diem."
"You're the one who often asked to be cheated."
"Yes, what did that mean, how was it?!"
"He, uh,"
"Promise not to laugh!"
"Yes promise."
"Ikhlas, huh?"
"Ikhlas."
"Try what promise?"
"I promise I won't give you another rich one."
"Well, pinter" said Lutfi, then returned to face Gilang.
The man immediately half-squatted, positioning himself exactly as when kissing the fake flowers. His fingers showed a silver golden circle with ringed eye ornaments, similar to the shape of a queen's crown in small size.
"So do this?" Lutfi asked while making sure
Gilang.
Lutfi is not flinching. Eyes glazed. Showing the much-anticipated happiness.
"It's not just the heart, I also want us to marry the world and religion."
The smile on Lutfi's beautiful face flashed. He's nodding.
"You want to, right?" ask Gilang
Lutfi's grin widened, his eyes dripping with diamond melts slowly. Anybody who sees the action of the two must think it is a beautiful time that is clearly very much awaited.
Gilang fingers grabbed Lutfi's fingers. The two pairs of eyes were staring deeply at each other. Their lips are speechless. As if it was the peak of happiness felt after wading through the ark of despair during college.
Yes, you can ask yourself to the final semester students, how difficult it is to complete the thesis business.
There are busy affairs format writing— is always blamed but never told how right. There is a busy signature business but the lecturer is always busy affairs out of town. There are also busy affairs of confused material, confused material sources, confused research places, confused data collection techniques, confused about what title, even most confused about who would choose a guidance counselor.
Again, their— lecturer is one of the biggest determinants for students in completing their script.
Yes, graduation is a very happy time for those who have finished crossing the abyss above. Well, I guess about the exam, huh?
And, that happiness is more pronounced when the Pujangga heart proposes or accepts applications. Like you who have not experienced, I pray that it will be accelerated.
Whaties?
Yeah, what the hell. He's....
It was a really beautiful day, it was a very special day, not just for the two of them, not just for the students who had graduated, not just the parents whose children had been graduated, not only the family whose relatives have been graduated, but I also feel the happiness of all of them. Yes I am, because this is my story, because I am Gilang.
In this story, I will discuss how my happy life disappeared immediately after his departure. Him, Lutfi.
I don't know why he left, I don't know why he left, I don't know where he went. As you have read, I just proposed to her, but right the next day, she, Lutfi, disappeared without a trace. Uncontactable, not at home, not in any of the places we used to visit. It was not only Lutfi who disappeared, but his entire family.
None of the neighbors would tell him where Lutfi and his parents were going. His relatives remain determined to keep that from me. What wrong? What have I done? Why did Lutfi disappear without a trace?
