Lutfi Gilang's

18. Raditya Dika

i

That morning I finally sat in the living room of the author of the Male Goat, after waiting in front of the gate of Mas Radit's house for 2 hours.

I'm holding the exit of his house not without reason. Yesterday, I tried to go to his house repeatedly but, to no avail.

First, 6 and a half hours, said one of the family assistants, Mas Radit had not woken up. Second, at eight, the family assistant said Mas Radit just wanted breakfast so it can not be disturbed.

Third, before dzuhur, said Mas Radit sleeping again. Fourth, in the run-up to Ashar, I was forbidden to see him. Wh why? No reason!

Fifth, after Maghrib and sixth, after 'Isa, I was still forbidden to find Mas Radit.

Exasperated by the behavior of the housekeeper, I sneaked into Mas Radit's house. Not to help! Of course not. I just want to make sure Mas Radit's. Is he really as sick as Mas Dodit says? Is it true that he is busy taking care of something so I am forbidden to see him? Or, did Mas Radit deliberately stay away from me? Either way, I have to make sure.

After jumping the fence, and passing through the courtyard of the house, I peeked at the situation inside the house. It's a good thing Mas Radit's house is full of glass, so I don't have to go any deeper.

And I was surprised to see Mas Radit playing with his cat. Aye! He's not sick! Where's anyone sick chasing with his pet cat this night?

"Bang, tomorrow so, right?" One of the women asked.

"So dong. Sorry yes, it had to crumble all day." replied Mas Radit.

"Who is that guy, Mas?"

"A writer only,"

"Keep, why do you use everything?"

"I'm sure he's here to take me to write together."

"You want to make a book together?"

"Yes,"

"Keep, what's the problem, Bang?"

"I, you know yesterday, you know it too."

"Yes. I want to, Brother refused the contract. But Bang Radit doesn't know why."

"I don't think it fits him,"

"meaning?"

"Yes. The type of writer is different."

"Continue?"

"I'm sure if I agree the contract the book will not be finished. Even if it's finished, it's not a sell-off."

"Rarely that?"

"Yes,"

"Review the Bang, if you're lying!"

"How could I dare lie to you."

"Thank you Radit my dear husband."

"Together Anisa my dear wife."

Move to normal time.

I stopped the tape. Then throw a smile at him. I saw the face of Mas Radit turned sour after he reasoned that yesterday was sick, and had not recovered, even today would go for treatment.

His eyes turned, looking at all the other sides.

"I don't mind Mas, if Mas Radit rejects my same nulis. Just, this is not how."

He grunts. "So, you already know, right, why I digundurin myself. Then why are you still here?"

I'm nagging. "There's something else, Mom."

"meaning?"

"The same approved script is a romance-humor theme company."

"Well?!" Radit was surprised.

"The cake is also my point of view."

His eyes widened. "Don't lie to you!"

I'm shaking. Then turn on the recording during the meeting.

"If you know this, I will not back down" said Mas Radit after hearing the recording.

I smiled hearing his words. "So, how's Mas?"

"Hmmm.." murmured Mas Radit.

"I agree really, Mas Radit who nentuin all the names of characters, grooves, and atmosphere."

From his expression I'm sure Mas Radit is interested. But, there was something that required him to refuse to write with me, and I had no idea what it was.

Mas Radit took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Gini Mas.... What was your name? I forgot to."

"Andu,"

"Ah, yes! Gini Mas Danu, because I've resigned from that contract and gave it to someone else, so keep—"

"I know Mas," I'm attacking. "but if Mas Radit is interested in the script, I can persuade the Director."

"Why do you want to write to me?"

I want to answer but Mas Radit is back together.

"Outside of my career, I mean."

I exhale. "Substitute Mas Radit, girl."

"Keep, what's the problem? Kan lo not married, candidate lo also again ilang."

I'm bowed. Most do think so, and I don't blame their way of thinking. So did what Mas Radit said just now. But.... "Any Mas Radit's wife, Mas Radit want to get another girl?"

I saw her breathing stop for a moment.

"Yes already, Mas. Thank you for your time. I'll wait in the office. Excuse me, Mas."

He didn't answer, just let me go.

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ii

Arrive at company 0000. Tio invited me to chat for a while, saying he had something important.

"What's important?" my many.

"There was a girl here" he replied.

"Hmmm.... Do you have a crush?"

He's nagging. "Ah, I immediately thought of gini: 'is he my soul mate, huh?'"

I'm tickled. "Why do you think that?"

"So gini, that girl is gonna fuck you."

"Hmmm.... continues?"

"You don't wonder who the girl is looking for you?"

I geleng.

Tio patted my shoulder. "Ha ha ha... You're still the same, aren't you?"

"So, what's this about? I was waiting for Mas Beni, just want to pray Friday prayers again." I said as I got up.

"Yes, yeah. Aoops!"

I followed the door and sat back down.

"Well, he's gonna tell you to ask me for the place to eat you love, come here, Tuesday."

"Oh."

"Well, how about 'oh' doang?"

"Udah, you continue to say what. Shucks!"

"He he he," He scratched his head. "Because the box's on me, so I love him. He said: 'Good Mas, ' Waaah."

"That's why you have a crush on him?"

"She's a widow, you know, Yo." I said.

"Yes, I know, really. Yesterday I also went to his house, playing with his son too." he said with a happy smile. "You know what? Not yet, his son has called me: "Dad," Aaah."

I remember the incident on the train. Maybe the habit of the toddler is like that to all men. Yes, but I feel no need to tell Tio about it.

"Father," I said.

"Yes!" He exclaimed. "Mean, tomorrow I don't work."

"Make?"

"Make it into the camer house, then. He he he,"

I chuckle again. "You want a proposal?"

He nodded to surprise me.

"That sneak?"

"You're a good fit, why take Nu back and forth?!" emphatically.

I nodded in agreement. "Yes, hopefully, accelerated,"

"Aamiinu. Thanks, yeah, Nu."

I smile.

"Eh, what's the next time you're not busy, make a novel?" the door with a small laugh.

"I want to write a novel, Yo." I answered.

"Open it, Nu." He denies. "I mean, you made a novel about me."

"About you?" my many.

"Yes," Nodded. "So about me meeting Risma through you."

"Hmm.. seblak times," I said.

"That's it, that's it" he said. "Yes, yes, yes.." whine in the behavior of the PAUD boy.

"Ah... yes, yes," I just answered.

"Seriously? Waaah... thank you very much Nu." said Tio while embracing me.

"Yes, step aside!" I called out while away from him.

"Ha ha ha,"

"What title?" my many.

He's whining. His left finger rubbed his chin. "Hmmm.... What, huh?"

"It's like that, usually it's a name."

"Oooh, yeah." she said. "Tio and Risma! Uh but, I don't think it fits, deh. I think less is that"

I muttered and then said. "Blak Love RT."

"Blak love RT?" ask Tio.

I'm nagging.

"Why did RT carry everything?"

"That's your name with your candidate." I said annoyed.

"Oooh yes yes. Ha ha ha, fit it, Nu."

"So, like the title on FTV, huh?"

"Pst! It's rumbling, you." Tio grumbled.

"He," I laughed.

"Ha ha ha," He too.

It feels like I haven't laughed like this for a long time. Indeed, sometimes friends can be a place to divert themselves from the fatigue of the world.

I felt like I was restarted, back to my original condition. And began to be more eager to find the existence of Lutfi. But after work. Huh.

If only by looking for Lutfi I still earn income, I would not spend my time working like this. But, yes, how else. Most importantly now, I just need to put in more effort than before.

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iii

Before Friday prayers. The Mas Beni room.

"Mas, is there really nothing to recommend again?" I asked while sitting in front of him.

He breathed. "Kan Mas Danu knows for himself, what kind of male genre writer." Then he got busy with his laptop. "Action, mystery, fantasy, horror my kayak."

Honestly hearing that I laughed. It was like a horror Mas Beni. Yes what ga?

"Please, Mom, try again. Mas Beni's acquaintance, who knows there's forgetfulness." I tried to persuade him again.

"Ga there's Mas Danu. It was accepted. Oh, pretty."

"Write is not a pretty problem, Mom." I grumbled.

"Well, that, that, that, that," said Mas Beni as he guided me. "You have no problem, yes, there Mas Danu met Mba Clara. Kasian, he's been waiting since yesterday. But Mas Danu even kekep kekeh do not want to find."

"Today I went to Mas Radit's house,"

"Keep, what's the result?"

"Mas Radit is really interested. Just, yeah...."

"Because you refused first?" guess Mas Beni.

I'm nagging.

"Hmmm.... Mas Radit doesn't know, anyway, yeah, who Mas Danu really is?"

"Who?" I'm back with nanya.

"Mas Danu is a flexible writer. You can and want to write any kind of story. Mas Raditnya only lack experience—"

"Who has less experience?!"

I, and of course Mas Beni, was surprised to hear the voice of the man who broke in. I looked towards the source of the sound. Her.... "Mas Radit!" I got up and endured it. So did Mas Beni.

"Please, please sit down."

"You need to talk, who has less experience?!" mas Radit Bengkak. It seemed like he was offended by Mas Beni's previous talk.

But, seeing Mas Radit ferociously like this, it does not match his character. Yes, imagine for yourself, a comic like Raditya Dika who always makes movies with himself as a flat-faced, angry actor. Isn't funny? Or creepy?

"A-a .. anu Mas—" said Mas Beni stuttered.

"Anu, you! Anu what?!" Radit was still crying out.

Seeing Mas Beni who was overwhelmed, I immediately spoke up. "Mas Radit, why are you here? Want to write with me?"

"Ah, Mas Dadu." he said as if he had just seen my form.

"Andu" I said annoyed.

"Yes, Mas Danu, after my discussion with my wife, I mutusin, if I want kolab bereng lo lo."

"Seriously, Mas?" ask me with a happy tone.

"Yes!" he is a hero for truth.

"But, Mas Radit is already self-defeating," Mas Beni continued.

"Udah diem!" Mas Radit exclaimed as he patted Mas Beni's head slowly. "As promised," he added later, and stared at me. "lo who persuaded the Director."

I smile hearing it. "Ready Mas!"

Finally, luck came back to me. Finally, finally, finally! I did not expect, Mas Radit would take the time to come back to the company 0000, more than that, he decided to collaborate to make a novel with me. Ah, I did not expect, if seen in person, Mas Radit is cool!

If only God had other wills, I mean Lutfi who is here, instead of Mas Beni, surely the smile on her beautiful face glistened so beautifully and dazzlingly with teary eyes. Ah, remembering about her, remembering the news that she disappeared without a trace, made my heart back to the tune, until I was unaware I was crying.

Mas Radit approached, patting my right shoulder. "Hold your joy. We just want to get into the war fund" he said imitating the style of Superman.

Well, anyway Mas Raditya Dika cool! It's the same in the movie, it looks geeky. Oops....

Sorry Mas Radit, release.