Lutfi Gilang's

7. The Wasted Wait

i

Tuesday, before biology classes begin. I sat on the side of Gilang who was already active in his routine activities, sleeping.

 

When I glanced at him, it felt like there was a tightness bothering me. It's about me secretly opening his notes, then the messages from him that turned out to help me, my jutek nature yesterday, or from the past, and about me rejecting his invitation raw even though he wanted to celebrate his birthday.

 

Moreover, last night, he called, and came freely to my hostel, to express his feelings.

Ow hell! So much burden I got for ignoring him. Can you say this is Baper? I'm sure not!

And when I remember the writing in the book at that time, it makes me feel even more bad. He must have been hurt. The person he idolized secretly refused his invitation to celebrate his birthday. Really, just imagine that I am sad.

The minutes continued to pass without giving me a pause to think more. I finally whispered to him.

“Ssttt..

He muttered and slightly raised his head. “What?”

“I want to say something to you.”

Gilang rubbed his eyes several times and washed his face with both hands. Then staring. “Nby the way.”

Suddenly my heart was beating for some reason. There was something about him that made me almost misbehave. Was it because of last night? I don't know. Anyway, at that time, my view on Gilang changed again.

And I subconsciously answered her with a stammer. “Eh, yeah... anu, that's... I, want. I want to talk to you.”

He nodded and gave a sharp look, entrancing me inexplicably. Until I had to force myself to throw away my face to cover my face which might be flushed with embarrassment.

“Ga so?”

“Ga now. Don't know what tomorrow is.”

I heard him laugh a little. Out of curiosity I looked back at him.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Ngapain you follow me?”

A follow-up? Heart asked. For a few seconds I tried to remember. And yes, he said so yesterday.

Ow hell! I had no intention of imitating him.

I threw my face back, but the edge of my eyes kept watching. Sometimes I wonder what he's going to say.

I waited a long time, and Gilang remained silent.

Uhh! Ngeselins.

I think after revealing the taste, Gilang will be more active to mengedeketin me. Apparently, no! He's still the same Gilang.

But I'm not daunted. Anyway, I don't want to talk to him again wrong.

And about five minutes later I finally gave up and looked back at him. I saw Gilang smile for some reason.

“You want a gift?”

“Hah?” I'm flustered. Thinking for a moment. Maybe he asked for a gift from me. That's right, yesterday's birthday. But I won't love you. Make what try? Later I guess I give the code to him, if I like. Huge, yes! Anyway, I want to, he's doing more to get me. Got to! Point.

“Iya, do you want a gift?”

“Engga, thanks.”

“But I will keep loving. Abis home, huh?”

“Loh why?”

“Why?” He's coming back.

“Iya, why?”

“Why abis home?”

“Yes that too, but why still give gift?” I want to be my own geget.

“Hmmm.... why yes?” Refine his own while glaring. Keep looking back at me. “Oh that, your birthday celebration.”

“Means?”

“Iya, your birthday celebration.”

I'm still confused, but I still ask what that means. “I mean, like a birthday, so?”

He's nodding.

Also true. Gilang yesterday also said that to the security guard. It's weird to hear it in person, I mean, not from eavesdropping.

“Today?” my many.

“Iya. Right, right?”

“Engga.”

“Aduh, salah.” he said with a slight shake.

Clearly wrong. So people don't get sotoy!

“But you were born Tuesday, right?”

I'm shocked. Where'd he know? I asked myself, then nodded to answer her question.

“Then, you were born today?”

“So it's your birthday celebration!” he said a little exclaiming.

“Kok is?”

There's no answer. Smile, it makes me more confused.

I got back to dissolving in my mind. Perhaps, fitting the same security guard, meaning Gilang yes this, the celebration of his birthday. On Monday. But I mean it's his celebration yesterday, if it's now, yeah Tuesday.

I stared at his brownish black eyeballs. “So, every day of birth should be looted?”

“Iya.”

“Then, your age is a lot dong?”

Glazed, looking thought. “Ya... if each month is celebrated four times. And every year there are twelve months, so until this year.” Looked at me and whispered. “Seven hundred twenty.”

“Long life dong?” I smile unconsciously.

She laughed, then came back saying: “So, I have to give you a gift.”

“Ga wired.”

“Ga papa's. But later, abis comes home, huh?”

“Said not to also.”

Missed to turn my face and go back to sleep, pissing me off. When I looked ahead, there was already a teacher coming in.

I realized, he had to do his routine every lesson. Sleeps.

I really do not understand, why Gilang continued to sleep during the lesson. And I shouldn't want to know. But, actually, other than that, I think I actually ngarepin my birthday celebration gift from him.

Ow hell!

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ii

That day, every second seemed to take so long. Every lesson, I can't concentrate. My eyes repeatedly kept staring at the wall clock. Hope the lesson ends soon.

I'm really confused. I'm not usually like this. I mean, why am I waiting for him to give you a gift? Why not be given now? Ouch, chaos! I really couldn't take my mind off at the time.

When I look towards him. He, it still makes no difference. Sleep, as usual.

Uh! I'm really impatient.

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iii

The school bell rings. The English teacher finished the lesson at the last hour.

I exhaled a sigh of relief. Finally, it ended already those seconds that were running longer than usual, it was tormenting me a lot.

One by one, the students disperse. Gyan also had time to take me home together, but I replied: “I'll be home later.”

Same with Kelvin. I answered with the same sentence.

When we were finally in class we were both, again, my heart was pounding, impatient with the gift that would be Love. I'll wait, five minutes, ten minutes, and almost half an hour! He's not awake either.

Ih how the hell?!

Irritated, I woke him up. “Wake up, class has disbanded from earlier.”

Gilang. Get up slowly and then yawn. Rubbing his eyes and washing his face with both hands. Stared at.

He finally woke up, my heart said. Let it be, it is considered ngarep also nothing. Indeed, I can not understand my curiosity about getting a gift.

“Still have woken me.”

I answered him with a nod of my head.

“You haven't come home?”

Hearing the question, I really wanted to scream as loud as possible. “Ya clear beluuuum! I'm waiting for your card ituuu! Udah, quickly love let me not be curious continue like gini. Ngarep-ngarep eventually make nyesek know!”

However that comes out only: “Not yet,”

“Oh, any business, what?”

Nodding.

Suddenly he cleaned up his school supplies.

Eh? Wh why? Did he eat out again? Hmmm. Maybe he'll get to a place I like. I am also very laper.

But apparently, my guess is very wrong.

“Then I go home first, yes?” he said as he got up from his seat and just passed by.

I was shocked, mixed with anger. He's really bummering! I made me ngarep-ngarep-garep given gift, make me not konsen learn, and he forgot the same talk this morning.

Uh! I'm really mad at him. Next time, if he talks, I'll just leave. But if it's a lesson, I won't dare to go anyway. Most diem.

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iv

Until the boarding house, I hurried to lock the door and put myself on the bed. Then banging the pillow a few times while saying: “Sebel, sebel, sebel, sebeeeel! It was a real kid! Like any other guy, just make a fake promise! Sebel!”

From that moment on, I vowed that I would no longer be trapped by the same culture: the sacred promise. Especially if it's from Gilang. Anyway, I steadied myself to stay away from everything related to him. And tomorrow, I'm gonna move seats! Point.

I kept cursing until I fell asleep because I was tired of holding back my frustration over the futile wait.