Lutfi Gilang's

26. The Most Destroyed Fall

i

I woke up with aches running all over my body. My waist ached when I tried to get up. I didn't think Adit would get angry until he hit me like yesterday.

I looked around as my vision began to return to normal. Turns out, I was still in position last time after the collapse hit Adit. If only my condition were healthy, I would definitely repay him three times. Not that I was vengeful, but it was a lesson for a brave little sister with her brother.

I'm looking for a statement from a messy pile of wood. And.... "Ah, fuck! The paper was scuffed." I grumbled after taking the wet, torn, and many traces of a contract resignation.

With a stagger I stood. Then one of the servants approached me. "I'm sorry I have to pass on a message,"

"Well?!" i'm annoyed. I mean, if he does see that I'm in this shit, why doesn't he help me right away? More than that, Adit could let me sprawl with unnatural conditions. Fainted with a broken table.

"The customer who yesterday has not paid for his order,"

"I was told to pay, is that it?!" I was annoyed as my left hand held the back of the waist, trying to reduce the pain.

He's nodding.

"Well?!"

"It is only the Master who sits with the woman. Because he hasn't paid for his order yet, so it's Mister who has to pay for it." he explained.

I turned my face, annoyed. "Stay, I'll call the guy to pay for it myself."

The waiter nodded with a nod.

I took my smart phone out of my pants pocket. "Ah, fuck! Really shit! My smartphone broke and didn't want to go on." My heart is back together.

"Where, Mister?" ask the Waiter.

"Ah, yes. I paid for it. How many?"

"One hundred and eighty-five thousand, sir."

"Huh?! What message, what the hell is he?"

"Kabsah Lamb, Equil."

Especially, that? "Just order two such abis?" I made sure I didn't believe it at once.

"Please note, sir."

I accepted it with laziness. "Ah, insolent Adit, giving a very expensive price. What is the price of this cafe food?" my inner grouse.

I took my wallet out of my back pocket. Take the money as the waiter asks.

"The same table, sir" he said, stopping my actions.

"Table said? Was I told to get a table compensation, too?" Heart asked.

"Because the table's broken because of Master, so you're the one who has to compensate."

"Well?!"

"Yes, sir, that's the cafe's policy."

"But that's because your boss hit me!" I said try to deny.

"But that's also because of the Master who nubruk the table. So the table's broken."

"Ah, shit!"

I took the ATM out of my wallet and handed it over in annoyance. Very upset. This morning I had to lose my smartphone, and over 3.5 million dollars. This is all because Clara asked to meet at night to all cafes.

Not to mention the resignation letter was damaged. Hmmm.. Hopefully this is still acceptable to the Director.

"Well!!! It sucks!"

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ii

Until Mesh, I took a shower, changed my clothes, and prayed at dawn. Then look for the hp counter, the only time the owner can fix my broken smartphone. But, after three hours of searching and all said: "Udah can't this Mas. Got to change." So, I again had to spend money to buy a new phone.

I was forced to buy it, because of the many important things I could only get through e-mail and phone numbers. Not just about work, but also news from my friends about Lutfi.

And right, after my new smart phone turned on, and connected to the internet I received a lot of messages. From e-mail, sms, to WA. But it's not all good news, it's just bad news.

The slander about me dating another woman at a cafe, who happens to be the Cafe's Boss is Adit, became hot news that made them berate and insult me with many nicknames.

I tried to explain to some people who were very close to me, but no one believed me. In fact, most of them reject every time I try to call.

"Basic cheating!"; "Based on treason!"; "Double-faced base!"; "Based on a lecherous guy!"; and there are many other nicknames that I have earned over these two days.

It feels like my friendship with them was destroyed in a very short time, yesterday. And that's all because Clara invited me to meet the nights at the cafe, because Clara revealed it felt at a very inappropriate time, because Adit did not want to listen to my explanation, because Adit is a vigilante, and because Adit spreads slander.

Indeed, misunderstandings yielded such terrible results.

In fact, until two days passed on Monday, their blasphemy did not stop. They also forbid me to be so concerned about Lutfi's disappearance. They assumed Lutfi's departure was the right thing, because I didn't deserve him.

I was weak and broken, now no one believes that I really love Lutfi.

"What am I supposed to do now? Lutfi help me! I need you."

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iii

I sat in front of the Doctor's desk after he finished checking my back. "How, Doc?" I'm nanya.

He breathed. "How many times do you drink a day?"

"Three or five glasses, Doc."

The doctor nodded. "How many meals a day?"

"One or two, Doc."

"What's the smell?"

"It was in the shop,"

"Okayur?" Doctor confirmed.

I agree with the signal.

"Who's got chicken or fish?"

I'm shaking.

"Ga likes to drink tea? Or the sweet one?"

I shook my head again.

The doctor regained his breath. "Are you doing a lot of work, this week?"

I'm nagging.

"Many thoughts?"

"Yes, Doc."

"Okay" he said. "So this is, ....Mas Gilang, surely know for yourself if intake—eat and drink very less, right?"

I'm asserting.

"In addition to the workload and the mind, it takes a lot of energy. Like the word, Mas Gilang is a car, continue again the road but it is filled with gasoline, until the gasoline is forced into the road" he explained. "The car's broken, isn't it?"

"Battered, Doc."

"Well, so my advice, Mas Gilang often drink, eat on time and most often side dishes that contain calcium are the same carbohydrates. Continue, before eating, or at most every morning eating fruit. Bananas alone are enough." explains the Doctor.

"Same milk, huh, Doc?" I'm guessing, because the doctor's explanation just now is similar to what Lutfi used to say.

"Well, that's tofu. The point is that the energy source should be balanced with the energy that is being made."

"All right, Doc."

"Mas Gilang, the insomnia again relapsed, huh?" Doctor guess.

"Yes Doc, same vertigo."

The doctor's face changed: surprised. Then show some worry. "Try Mas Gilang don't think too much first."

"All right, Doc."

"This is my prescription, but Monday tomorrow I'll be here again for a check, okay?" her door.

"Okay, Doc." I replied.

I went out of the room, handed over the prescription drugs to the clerk, took my medication, paid for it, and got out of the clinic. Then find a place to eat nearby and order according to the advice of a doctor.

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iv

The waiter woke me up at 11:14 AM local time, then asked what happened. The times I got food poisoning they made.

Butno. I said: "I'm sorry, I'm just sauces. I'll go now."

The waiter went and returned to his duty. I'm paying for my order at the cashier.

"Mas Gilang" said a man's voice.

I looked towards him. "Dimas" I said, answering his handshake.

He is a younger classmate, as well as my friend in Wanabakti Kwartir Pramuka Unit Twig Wangon, and he happened to serve as Chairman General for 1 period. Dimas Rendianto, his name.

And indeed, Dimas was quite familiar with me and Lutfi. He once helped us teach scouts at Adit Elementary School, and a few other places. In the past, we also had a double date several times.

But I don't remember him all this time. Because busy looking for Lutfi and work affairs. I hope if he finds out, he's not angry. I hope that.

"Waaah. How are you, Mas?" tanya Dimas is friendly as always.

"Yes, thank goodness. How are you?" I'm turning back.

"Healthy, Mas. Healthful. Uh.... Did you eat here?" Dimas nanya again.

"Yes" I replied.

"Where are you, how good are you?"

Why is he so? "Hmmm.... yummy, why?"

"Thank God," he said with a wide grin. "It's mine, you know, Mas."

"Seriously?!" I just kind of exclaimed.

He's not happy.

I went back to feeling proud. Not expecting Adit and Dimas already have their own business in Jakarta. "Great are you, Dim."

"Ha ha ha, thanks Mas. Eh... sometime eat here again, huh Mas?" her door. "Take Mba Lutfi too."

I muttered for a long time before I finally nodded as well. "When,"

"Well, where's Mba Lutfi, Mas?"

I'm slammed. Surprised to hear that question from him. I don't think Dimas hasn't heard about the slander, or the news that Lutfi has been lost.

I have not been able to answer Dimas again said: "I watched the news if Mba Lutfi said he said, what is it?"

"Oh... already know it." I said but did not speak. I'm just saying: "Yes,"

"I also heard that Mas Gilang cheated. That's real, ain't it, anyway?"

I was surprised to hear his question. He breathed and replied: "Without!"

"Hmmm...." He muttered, from his tone I'm sure that Dimas doesn't believe. He trusted the rumors that circulated about me cheating.

"I, Friday, yesterday had to go to the cafe Adit nemuin girl to take care of the contract letter." I said explaining.

"Continue, why malem?"

From his tone I can guess that Dimas's common sense cannot accept that reason.

"I just returned from Singapore Friday morning, continued to fall asleep until the morning. Eat it to cafe malem-malem."

"Can't you tomorrow?"

"He wants some business out of town. I can't get it either."

"Hmmm.... continue to Singapore why?" the question is still interrogating me.

"Lutfi Nyari,"

"Mang Mba Lutfi to get there?"

I'm shaking. "I thought at first. You see I also check CCTV airport Soekarno-Hatta Lutfi buy tickets to Singapore, uh it turns out the ticket is for his parents."

"Oh" he said.

I exhale. "Dim, do you believe me, same with me?"

"Perhaps," Dimas replied as he entered his dining hall. "let's go back to work!" He exclaimed command to his employees. "ga need to seein—" Dimas stared intently at me. "The Betrayal." And shut the door of his restaurant very hard.

I bowed down, shut up, just let it go. I can't blame Dimas after what happened. He acted that way because I believe he was disappointed in me that he knew that I had betrayed Lutfi by having an affair when Lutfi was disappearing without a trace. In reality, it was just cheap gossip.

But still, it doesn't make me hate him. I appreciate Dimas' behavior, because it's my fault anyway. I can't keep the situation and the conditions to not be with other women and keep looking for Lutfi. I was wrong to make all my friends hate me. I was wrong. I'm mistaken.

I was pensive, leaving Dimas's dinner theme with a tear stub.

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v

Until Mosque.

I wudhu, then perform the Sunnah prayer. While waiting for the Adhan of Dzuhur to reverberate, I shed all my grievances to Allah.

"O Allah, the servant of only weak men who always need Your help. Please do not test the servant beyond the limits of the servant, Rabb. Servant please. The servant surrenders to You for all that happens to the servant, from the departure of Lutfi, from the work of the servant, and from the health of the servant. Servant give all your life and destiny to You, my Lord.

"But, if the servant may bargain, only one offer of the servant to You, O Lord. The servant asks, I beg you not to take away the life of the servant before I can find Lutfi. Already, and that's it. May You hear and grant the servant's selfish request this time. Aamiin's."

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vi

I arrived at the Director's room at 2 p.m.

Just in time as what he had asked before. Indeed, on Saturday I had sent a message to meet him, and he replied that he could be found Monday at 14:00 AM local time in his room.

"How did you get the signature?" ask Director.

I nodded and handed him the contract resignation letter on his desk. I gasped after seeing the Director not surprised to see that the paper was already so messy.

He smiled and said: "Okay, I'm taking this." Then keep that thing in his desk drawer. "So from now on, you'll make the script yourself. And remember, you have to finish it by the end of January."

I'm nodding.

"Okay, you can go now."

"It looks like the Director already knows something," I said guessing.

"Hmmm.... What does that mean?"

"The director can see the paper himself very scuffed, and the Director did not say anything as usual."

"Ha ha ha, am I usually chatty?" He tried to melt the mood in a joking manner.

But I didn't respond. I just looked at him sharply.

Feeling as uncomfortable as possible with my gaze, the Director breathed. Grabbing a green map from a pile of paper on his desk. "In case I've made a copy of it."

I was shocked to hear the Director's explanation just now. "What does that mean?"

"Yes.... Clara signed this document a week ago."

"Huh?! A week ago, that meant...."

He nodded with a signal.

"Keep why do I bother to find him?!" I asked but a little scream.

"Yes, who knows you're gonna change your mind. After all, she's pretty, right?" the director made me feel bad. "And you must also hear the confession from him directly."

"Confession?"

Director nodded. "You've heard it yourself, haven't you?"

Suddenly I remembered the incident two days ago when Clara expressed her taste to me and made Adit even more angry which was very fatal to me.

Ahhh!!!

I'm really angry with the Director. I mean I've repeatedly refused to write with that girl. Even every day, more than three times a day I send a request message to change partners to write me to the Director.

But he purposely made it harder for me by requiring me to meet the girl, which made my life more than chaotic. So I spontaneously got up and broke the table.

Snarling while breathing. Trying to calm down. Staring at him sharply. "I'm sorry" I came out with an almost overwhelming anger.

The last time I saw the Director was the face of fear and guilt.