While the Script is Drawn

Mosaic 11 - Secret Admirer

For Luna, there was nothing happier than being able to see Lutfi. Her sweet smile always made Luna's heart tremble. Like the morning dew that soothes the soul. Like a twilight that warms the taste. If in a day Luna does not see the figure of the man who is a fan of MU, all day he will be restless. The figure was always dancing in his mind. Morning, noon, night, just filled with the name Lutfi. Like oxygen that is inhaled at all times. That's how Luna loves Lutfi.

Of love? What is love?

Luna once asked her best friend, Keyla, about it.

They were in High School First Class. Luna, a beautiful girl with white skin and narrow-eyed spirit entered her class at the very end of the corridor. His steps were light as usual. As he stepped he sang softly.

BUUKK!

While it was so cool, a figure hit him. Luna wandered, fell down and complained of pain. He was ready to nag.

“Sorry,” said the guy who hit Luna. Guys with thin bodies, brown skin and handsome faces.

“Be careful dong!” nagel Luna. The guy just grinned and ran away from Luna as fast as he could.

Luna looked at the guy away while grumbling. It was Luna's first meeting with Lutfi. Then two, three, four meetings came accidentally. Like the rain that sometimes falls unexpectedly. Luna started to feel something different every time she saw Lutfi. Whether the impulse came from where, Luna started to look for information about Lutfi.

Muhammad Lutfi's. Living in Permai housing. The second of three children. Manchester United fan. Hobbies football. I like to sleep in class. Stupid. Mediocre academic grades. Super cute guy though many who have a crush because it is a handsome and sweet face. And another line of information that Luna managed to gather for three months secretly.

Realize that Luna has fallen in love. First love.

“Key, what is love?” luna asked Keyla, her best friend, her best friend, as they enjoyed a break under the banyan tree.

For a child who just missed a semester in the first grade of High School, discussing love is not as complicated as discussing algebra formulas.

“Love is I love you, you love me. If I love you, you love her it's not love. But suffering. Hehehe..” says Keyla.

“Kayak so anyway,” said Luna dissatisfied.

“Do not know. We are still small. People say, our age when in love is called monkey love.”

“You monkey.” Luna giggles. Keyla nodded her head.

Is that love? Luna was still curious about that. Can his feelings for Lutfi be called love? Luna had not found the answer yet, time just passed. Until he graduated High School. And his feelings for Lutfi grew even more.

In silence Luna observed Lutfi. When he was first grade High School and second grade Lutfi, Luna always looked for anything related to Lutfi. About the type of girl Lutfi likes. Luna will do it so that she can become that type of girl. Rebonding his hair, because according to information Lutfi likes girls who have straight hair. Learn to humor, because Lutfi likes to watch Opera Van Java and read humor webtoon like Tahi Flies. Watch football related events, because Lutfi maniacs the ball.

When the second grade of High School and Lutfi third grade, Luna began looking for Lutfi attention. He would often pacing in front of the Lutfi class. Waiting for Lutfi to go home from school and would stalk her behind him to get in front of the housing gate. Luna will always like the status created by Lutfi on facebook. Sometimes follow comments. Luna would sit at the very front to watch every football match that Lutfi followed. Luna will rush to save Lutfi photos if the update on Instagram. Luna's HP memory is full of Lutfi photos of various poses. Every night before bed Luna always stared at the photo one by one.

Meet sleep, Lutfi...

When third grade and Lutfi entered college, there was not much Luna could do. Luna can only observe Lutfi on social media. Sometimes he observes Lutfi's house from a distance, for hours, only to be able to see Lutfi at a glance. Luna also studied hard in order to graduate to get good grades to be able to study at the same place as Lutfi.

Luna doesn't know what she's doing this love or obsession. All he knew was that he was happy to see Lutfi. That was enough for him.

---0---

Luna was praying. The same prayer every night. Luna was sure God would not be bored. Even more knowing that he was truly sincere with the prayer. He wants to be with Lutfi.

With hard work, finally Luna can one university with Lutfi.

Lutfi, the older it is, the more good looks. His body is no longer thin. His body began to be sculpted solidly the results of routine gym. Luna. More and more people have a crush on Lutfi. The less chance his prayer could be granted. Lutfi is like a difficult month to reach.

One day Luna ventured to greet Lutfi. All the courage he gave. He prayed last night.

“Kak Lutfi,” says Luna carefully.

“Ya.” Lutfi. Luna's chest felt like it was going to explode.

The entire text of the conversation that Luna had memorized suddenly disappeared.

“What's up?” lutfi said looking at the strange Luna who is now even like a person suddenly had a stroke.

Luna doesn't know what to do. He just wants to run away. But, the idea just popped into Luna's mind.

“Can I interview brother?”

Lutfi looked at Luna full of question marks. Increasingly makes Luna want convulsions.

“I Luna from the department of Indonesian Literature. I'm doing research for my essay, brother. Emm…. About popular and influential students on campus.”

Hearing Luna's explanation, Lutfi's laughter exploded.

“I'm pupular and influential? Hahaha..

Luna breathed a sigh of relief, she was saved. Selanghkah is more advanced.

--0--

The closeness of Luna and Lutfi was slowly connected. Luna tried hard to look ordinary in front of Lutfi. If being a friend can keep him always close to Lutfi, he wants to be Lutfi's best friend. If by expressing her feelings to make Lutfi stay away, Luna chose silence. He doesn't want to take any chances.

However, just as Zeus' godam struck, Luna's heart broke. One afternoon as he was about to watch the futsal match that Lutfi was participating in, the harsh reality was swallowed up. Lutfi is holding her boyfriend. Name's Anita.

“You okay?” ask Lutfi worried. Next to her, Anita. Beautiful and charming.

Luna just shook her head. Slightly glancing at Anita, there was jealousy in her eyes.

"I think you should go home. Let it be delivered to Adam" said Lutfi.

"I'm doing fine. I can still go home by myself, sister," said Luna. But when he tried to stand up, his body was limp.

"Lutfi's right. Let me take you. Relax, I didn't bite" Adam said with a smile. Adam was one of Lutfi's friends.

Finally, Luna resigned as Adam helped her stand up. He left the futsal court with a sad heart. Turns out Lutfi's been dating Anita for a month. Why all this time he did not know, Luna wondered in her heart. So busy Luna with her wounded heart, she did not realize her HP had fallen.

--0--

At night in his room, Lutfi is confused with Luna's HP in his hand. Lutfi surmised, if all this time Luna had kept the taste on her. Walpaper photo of himself plastered dashing on the screen Hp Luna. Lutfi did not want to violate Luna's privacy. But something tickled to open the contents of the HP. In the picture gallery, he found a photo of himself. All the contents of the photo gallery on HP were photos of him, and only a handful of other photos. The rest of the photos of him from various poses and from the time he is still thin until now.

The next day Lutfi decided to go to Luna's house because he knew Luna had no scheduled lecture today. He wanted to ask about everything he thought.

"Sister Lutfi?" luna said she couldn't believe it.

"Where are you?" ask Lutfi.

"That's fine, sister," replied Luna.

"It's like you're not doing well" Lutfi said. Luna's face looks terrible. Her eyes were swollen from crying all night under the pillow. Skin's pale.

"Please enter, sister," said Luna did not heed Lutfi's question.

Lutfi according. Luna's house looked simple. Furniture neatly arranged. Clean. Luna took drinks and snacks.

"No, Lun. I didn't take long. By the way is your house right."

"Dad there's service out of town. Mom at home in jogja. I'm alone at home brother."

"Oh" said Lutfi. "I just want to give this back."

Lutfi handed the wide-sailing HP to Luna. At once Luna's face looked pias. Growing pale. Body shaking.

"I'm sorry I've seen the contents of your phone."

Luna cursed how stupid she was not to lock her phone.

"Tell me everything, Lun," Lutfi said.

--0--

Like a river overflow during the rain, tears flow. Luna snarled.

“Give me one minute, to change the whole time I went through to love you,” said Luna pleading.

Lutfi was only silent as Luna grabbed him, hugged him, drowned her head on her chest. Slowly Lutfi returned the hug. Luna has said everything. Even Luna showed me an album that only had photos of Lutfi that she had secretly taken all this time. As well as the poems on the album, the love poems for Lutfi that he only enjoyed himself.

But Lutfi with a very heavy heart said, if he had been engaged to Anita, the son of a friend of his father. Lutfi has been dating Anita. Because Anita studied in Paris so as if Lutfi looks still single. Lutfi did not know that Luna loved him all this time. Lutfi couldn't have called off the engagement. Relations between the two families will be fractured and Lutfi does not want to make his father sad. After all, her heart was now in Anita's possession.

“Thank you all this time for loving me,” whispered Lutfi sincerely.

“T need not say that. I have the right to love you and you have the right to accept or reject it. After this I will stop. May you be happy with him, Brother Lutfi.”

“I'm sorry.”

Luna was silent. He enjoyed his most beautiful minute in silence. She was crying in silence. He groaned in silence. He doesn't want to run. He just wanted to feel everything. Like all this time he loved in silence.

For the greatest strength of man can be seen not in running, but in silence.

---0---

“Give me a minute, to replace all the time I've been through to love you.”

Lutfi still rang those words.

Lutfi saw him, his body now lifeless, wrapped in a white shroud, Luna was still not breathing. Last night he got word, Luna was in an accident.

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Finished