Lutfi Gilang's

8. Gift from Fans

i

Still the same day, around five in the afternoon, when I was washing clothes, I heard a bell ringing, because it was taken by a guest. A second later I can make sure the hostess opens the door. Every guest is like that. If the boarding boy is here, he must go straight in because he holds the key himself.

Shortly after, my mother approached me.

“There are guests,” said. “You met Lutfi Nurtika. That's you, right?”

“Iya ma'am. Who is it?”

“Ga tau, guy. Your girlfriend, huh?”

“Ih! Whatan, anyway? Hesit, eh! I ain't dating.”

“Definitely a night call, deh.” said mother kost meledek.

“Masa?” I'm shocked.

“Meet first.”

“But I again nyuci.”

“Udah meet first, send quickly home, because you want Maghrib.”

I'm nodding. Clean my hands from the foam and go straight to the front door, meeting the guest.

My God, I was shocked, it turned out that the guest of the Sleeping King, the most destitute man I have ever known in this world, even now, ten years into the future.

I smiled at him who smiled at me, but I was cynical, still irritated by his false promises.

“Hai,” sweep.

I'm nodding.

“Surely lazy?” tanyakanya.

“Means?”

“Iya, lazy waiting.”

Lazy wait? Oh, I know! Yes, indeed I am very lazy to wait for your fake promise!

I nodded to answer.

“I also.”

“Also what?”

“Lazy wait.”

“Terus?”

“This kadonya.” He immediately said that while thrusting a small box of pink while still standing in front of it, in front of the door.

So he really does? Uh! It's stale. I was bored waiting.

“Must say: ‘Udah stale. Tired of waiting later.’, yes, right?”

Eh? How know?

But I'm not speaking.

“Sorry, because I said: ‘Head home.’. So it has to wait.”

Huh huh? So because of that anyway? You mean coming home, after coming home from school? Ow hell! I feel ashamed of myself for being impatient.

I laughed while scratching my head. I'm pretty sure that my face at the time must have looked really embarrassing.

“Open, yes?” said. “But later.”

“Oke.”

I smiled a little at his smile. I can't believe Gilang did exactly what he told me. And of course, he's not just a promise. That's what amazes me and confuses me.

“I direct, yes?”

Excuse me for leaving.

“Eh, semalem I also forgot nanya.”

“What?”

“Kok know I cost here?”

“Who, who would like to know there is a hostel here?”

I became the first letter she gave me, which was sent to Ateg. “He he he.”

“I'll also know where your house is.”

“Do not arrive!”

“He.” He laughed once, me too but many times.

“Who?”

“Male.”

“That's the obvious!”

“Iya, right?”

“He he he.”

“I go first, huh?”

“Iya,” answer.

“Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikumussalam.”

I saw him riding on my pale pink grandmother's bike while waving. I greeted him happily and then entered and headed to the room.

🌹🌹🌹

ii

In room. I smiled to myself mainly because I thought about the talk that was not just in my mouth. And when I remember the messages, it's not just a fad. He really does do everything.

I was happy, not only to get a gift from him, but also because I had mistaken him. Yeah, I'm glad he's not the guy who's blissful like in my mind.

I opened the box, it looked like a red cube hanger. On the two sides of the back of each other bearing the words lafadz Allah SWT. and Muhammad Saw., while on the other side is carved ornaments that are also silver. Simple, but fancy I like.

When I saw the container again, there was a small folded paper. I immediately took it.

It's letter! I got another letter from him. Well, I don't know why I'm so happy.

I opened it and I read him a message while sleeping on the bed.

It was a letter written with a red pen on HVS paper. On each side, there is a picture of colorful decoration, made with a color marker. Nice drawing. I don't know who made it. But I like it, most like the rose in the bottom middle.

“Gift: Aimed at Lutfi, as a gift on her birthday. Please accept and use as it functions. From your toughest fans, Gilang.”

After I read it, I didn't understand why I didn't feel like I was getting out of my bed. Really like someone who is being ensnared by curiosity about himself.

While sleeping, I again displayed his face and voice in my delusion. Immediately I closed to expel him, but what was there was more and more clear. And I smiled happily.

🌹🌹🌹

iii

Ah, crap!

It made me forget about my laundry, thankfully the hostess knocked on the door and reminded me. Immediately I put the letter on the table with another letter, smiling alone and going to the sanctuary, meeting my laundry.

I washed my clothes with a mind full of him. I tried to forget it while singing, even though it only came out of my mouth. But it was difficult, without realizing my mouth just said his name. Sparkling. So.

Well, I why the hell?

🌹🌹🌹

iv

Tomorrow I will enter class happily. My friends realized there was something different about me.

They huddled around my seat, then took turns asking. Starting from: buy where, buy when, how much, until: who gives.

But I only answered with a smile. I'm sure, they must have thought, I got this from a guy who likes me or I like him.

I saw Kelvin's face pouting. I also heard him say: “Good, but if I were the one giving I would love better.”

The other students shouted at him. I chuckled, a little disgusted. He's just omdo about it. Then they rushed to sit in their respective chairs because the teacher had already entered the classroom.

“It looks like you are really happy today?”

I was a little surprised to hear Gilang's voice. I looked at his face and gave an answer nodding the same smile.

“How come there's a new one?”

Back I nodded. This is the first time I have agreed with him.

He muttered and came back saying what shocked me.

“In addition to the hanger, your new hairstyle, it makes you look more cute than usual.”

I was shocked. At that time, I was trying a new model. Hair splints to the right, but on the left there are a few strands that are straight in front. While on the back of the hair slightly tied at the very top, so that the lower hair is allowed to decompose.

And, I really, really didn't expect it, Gilang realized that. You could say, he was the first to notice it, and only he was conscious.

I was confused what to respond to. In addition to the hangers and letters she loved yesterday, her comments about my appearance also became her own gift that was of great value to me.

Has Gilang been watching me all this time?

I was silent, just embarrassed. So happy to get a gift from him. Him, my weird fans.

What time is it now? Oh almost dawn. I want an istrahat first. Later, I will continue the story.