Lutfi Gilang's

4. He's Crossed

i

In the morning, I reached school at six and a quarter. A very early time for a student who is always late like me.

After placing the bags and package books on the table. I rushed towards the cafeteria before many students were hanging out there.

On the side, I immediately ordered fried rice with additional sambal and a glass of warm tea. Indeed, at that time I had not had time to eat breakfast because it was so happy to arrive early at school.

Oya, by then I had moved temporarily in the princess-only boarding house, three blocks to the North of the Great Mosque. Yes, according to RT message.

Really, I didn't expect, dozens of hostels I went to with Dad on Saturday, but nothing matched. Most still allow male guests to enter, not a few are also free boarding. Once we found a princess-only boarding house, the place was slovenly and unkempt.

And when hope began to run out, for it had surrounded almost the Purwokerto and was approaching the time of the Maghrib. Father asked to rest and pray at the Great Mosque, near SMAN Purwokerto.

After praying, I somehow saw Dad reading a piece of paper on the front porch of the mosque, and it turned out to be a letter from RT.

“Kak, this is said there is a special princess boarding house, near here again. How, brother didn't tell you from the beginning?”

“It was just a prank letter, Yah.”

“Surat idle brought.” replied he made me speechless.

His feet stepped towards the mosque gate. Then his head looked up like it was looking for something, and then came back to me. “True, there's a board, Kak.”

“Ta-but, Yah?”

“Cek first, yes?” father said as he handed the letter to me.

Indeed, I was very unpleasant because it made him tired to the extent. So I gave up, and followed Dad's will.

The ending, unexpectedly, was all within my expectations. The owner of the hostel who also lives in that place, especially men should only visit on the terrace—indeed the hostess is already a widow, and of course besides being close to the mosque, the place is also not far from my school now. It only takes about seven to ten minutes on foot to reach SMA.

I get the deepest room, the air circulation is good, the lighting is also enough, even arguably very bright because there are two large windows. His bed is a pedicab, with no legs. As expected. There is also a cupboard, table and chairs for each room.

There are two clean bathrooms. There is also a sanctifying place where the watering comes from a well with a roof of glass tiles, so it is always bright. In addition to being used for washing, the place can also be for drying clothes. No need to be afraid of rain or anything like that.

All safe.

It is just like a house in general. So you could say, indirectly I became the foster child of a boarding mother for a while by providing lodging costs that are also affordable.

Some time later, when I finished eating, Gyan appeared and sat down in front of me. “Tumben to go gasik? Very funny even.”

“He he he.”

“Can I can do what?”

“Engga!” seruku's a little shy. I don't understand why I was acting that way either. “I am now ngekost.”

“Oh. Where?”

“Near the Great Mosque.”

Gyan's gangrene. A momentary face away. “Bu, fried rice one.” Back looking. “Why didn't you from back then?”

“He he he.”

“Surely no one is suitable?”

“Ya ga so too anyway,”

“Keep, now you've found the right one?”

Nodding vigorously.

“When can I play?”

“Later also can.”

Gyan laughed at hearing that. I'm sure, at that time his laughter was indeed happy because I allowed him to stop by.

“Eh, by the way who is sitting next to me what the hell is his name?”

“Loh, what, even me? You are sitting with.”

“Yah...” I said while scratching my head with a shy smile.

Gyan breathed. “Name Gilang.”

“Oh,”

That was the day I found out his name.

Gyan said, he was the wrong student who entered the class division. Instead of going to X-11, he entered XI-10.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I don't remember that incident. When he came in, maybe I was busy with doodles. Also, I'm not interested in introductions. But I finally know his name.

I became even more convinced, that Gilang was just a lazy student who could not pay attention. Although I believe, he's not who I thought he was.

If that's true, I don't care. I don't want to interfere with other people's personal problems. If he's lazy and doesn't end up in class, that's his business. But actually, I was a little worried.

And, I need to get away from her. Don't let him get me carried away with that malignant disease. I don't want to waste my precious time getting to know lazy students like him better.

Anyway, from then on, I intend to no longer glance at her. And don't over-submit a letter from him, if it's part of his effort to get close to me. Despite all the letters. Errata. Both letters are useful to me.

But I have to stay away. Not that I'm evil, but because I know it has to be.

If he wants to be my girlfriend, say so, I'm sure he'll be inferior after knowing what my father looks like. He should have retreated instead of feeling disappointed because of the love that did not arrive.

Not that I wish he loved her. Not so!

🌹🌹🌹

ii

In the ceremonial field, in the middle of a row of students in OSIS uniforms with additional gray suits and colored hats. My eyes quietly swept through the eyes in search of Gilang's whereabouts. I hope no one is aware of my behavior at the time. Although I myself am actually confused, why look for it.

Maybe just want to see. Can, right?

However, until the ceremony was over, the man, the Sleeping King, I could not find. Where is he? Ask heart. Don't fall asleep in class? Or maybe he's not in school? I don't know.

Well, what do you think too?! Um, what's important to me?

 

🌹🌹🌹

iii

Disband the ceremony, I went with Gyan to the X-11 classroom while discussing the LCC selection which will be held next Thursday.

Arriving at the class, I could not help but be surprised after seeing the man in the left corner sleeping. I'm sure, Gyan must have been a little scared because my expression suddenly turned upset.

Gilang got up and rubbed his right eye, then yawned while widening both hands—almost hit my face, really I was getting worse at him. Although I know most people will definitely act like that when they wake up. But for me, he shouldn't have done it until he almost hit me.

Next, the man looked at me while winking repeatedly. Then, go back to sleep.

My eyes choked so shocked at Gilang's behavior. It was like, I'd love to scream in his ear: “Wake up, King Sleep!”

But, I just kept quiet and exhaled an annoyed breath.

Minutes passed, the other students began to sit in their respective seats. I glanced at the man, then whispered. “You didn't join the ceremony?”

“Hmmm He got up and looked at me. “follow kok.” he replied with my eyes, but kept trying to look at me.

“Kok wasn't there?”

Suddenly his eyes opened wide. Firm and sharp, making my heart beat fast for some reason.

“You, why do I love you?”

 

Huh huh? His voice was slow but more powerful than lightning. I was really confused as to what to answer. It is true that he asked that. Why am I trying to focus on his business?

And, at that time I could only silently look at his handsome face until saved by the greetings of the teacher, making Gilang return to his regular activities. Sleeps.

Save. My heart is grateful.

🌹🌹🌹

iv

At recess, in the library, I sat alone in the corner of the room reading a picture book. Yeah, it's like a magazine, but it's about health.

Hopefully it can make me forget the embarrassing events before. Hopefully I don't keep thinking about it. And, hopefully he doesn't remember it.

After a while Ateg appeared and sat in front of me saying, “Hai.”

I nodded and threw a smile. “Hai. Thanks for that time.” I said half a whisper. In the library it can be noisy.

“Means?” He's nanya.

“Letters you love.”

“Oooh..

“For the letter, I got a suitable host.”

“Oh, thank goodness. You cost there?”

I replied with a nod

“Wah, we are one dong kost,” he said with a smile.

“What is it?”

He's nodding. “You can room what number?”

“I don't know what number, but it's the last one.”

“Wah, our room is next door.”

“Really?”

Back he nodded in excitement. “Oya, my name is Ayu Teguh. Ateg only.”

I shook his hand. “Lutfi Nurtika's. Just call me Lutfi.”

I'm happy to make new friends, even though I don't understand Ateg's true nature. But I feel like she's a nice, friendly woman. Maybe I will have the same habits as him.

“You moved yesterday, huh?”

“Iya. But, I didn't see you yesterday.”

“Oooh. He he he.”

“Oh, gitu.”

“Iya, but later go back to the boarding house. The Scud every Saturday-Sunday. You're in the boarding house, there's no friends. He he he. Uh, now there's you. Maybe I won't come home. He he he.”

I'm glad to hear that. Ateg is a good woman. “By the way, the letter you love, who the hell is it from?”

“Eh, I haven't told you who the hell?”

Boost. “You just said, ‘from my SMP friend.’”

“He he he. Then I forgot. Sorry.”

“Iya ga papa.”

“That's from Gilang, your classmate.”

“Oh,”

Ow hell! Say again, Refresh. It is my fault, it is about the sender of the letter from whom, even though I already know. From RT, the Sleeping King. Yes, Gilang the Sleeping King.

Ateg nodded with a smile. “She also sits with you, right?”

I was shocked for a moment and said stammeringly. “Eh, yeah. But I don't know his name. You see in class, he sleeps on.”

Ateg laughs somehow. It felt like I was just joking. Sure didn't!

“She's mah, that's the guy, weird.”

“Oooh.... uh, Gilang fitting SMP how the hell?”

Loh, how am I even kepo anyway? Well, it looks like there's something short in my brain.

“Hmmm Turned away with an expression like someone was thinking, then looked back at me. “He's smart, so happy to help people. To the extent, they so on baper.” he added and returned laughing.

“That,”

“Iya. But I'm ingga.”

From then on, I thought Gilang was just a kid who likes to make other people baper. So, I won't get entangled in his trap.

Won't be!

I also don't believe he's smart. Boro-boro learning, every day sleep continues. But I agree on one thing, if he's weird.