Dedicated for Gadis Siput






Contents
1. The
2. After Word
3. Is Going On
















1. The

, If you're disappear from me, it will make a sad for sure. But. If I disappear from this world, who will be sad for me?
I’m always thinking about that.
Although I still shame to writing this letter, and still learning English at a course, I try to be brave. That’s because Ibuku, my firstly English teacher. I though I have to tell you some history of my life. And this is the key of my life. I will tell you everything that happen and happened to me, and anything that I have ever know and knew, also all the things that I founded. And one of them is you, Gadis Siput. Yes, you are.



In a night, when I was be a patient of Yos Sudarso Hospital, I choose to walking around on the corridor. Someone just make me broken heart on this afternoon. A girl that I called Nona Teh, a girl that I find at the first time at one of hotel in this city, Padang at 2016, that is a few weeks ago. She didn’t come to look and check my condition, and she didn’t answer my last messege yet. And I’m sure that she would never to send me that.



I’m walking on the corridor. I look into the sky, the black sky of night. And I feel someone on looking to my on the back. My hind-head is bristle. For sure? Yeah! Then I go to look back at him. Him? No, no. And yes. A girl on looking into me. What the heck? Why you looking me, Girl? And I go to her. But. When I look into her face for real, I find my self as a drunken. I drunk b’coz herself. She’s smile is so nice. So warm. So pure. So faithful. Make me feel that I’m so lucky in this day.
Yes. You’re the girl.
You. Takuyung.
But, to get your heart and your feelings for me, for real, maybe is too difficult.







2. After Word

I CANNOT SLEEP THIS NIGHT. I know I’m on sick. But she, who smiling in this night, make me cannot go forget anything of her. She’s so nice girl. Sweet although her sweat is little bit smelly. Beautiful though she’s not with umbrella. Though she is not a princess of the year. I really cannot get any sleep in this night.

At the last night.

I’m not get anytime for sleep last night, and this morning I still feel energic, so burning, gutsy. I wait for my infused water that will take with some nurse, they said that they will take these in this morning. And I’m only need to waiting, before I go to try again. Seek her condition for once more time.

“Apa nama Instagram-mu?” I ask for her name in Instagram application.

“@takuyuung.”

“Apa? Pokoyong? Nama Korea?” What? Pokoyong? Korean names?

“@takuyuung!!” she said, once again.

“Ohh.. Takuyung..” Then I ask her, what is the meaning of

‘Takuyung’.

For before, she give me smile, the sweetest smile ever. And finally she say after that, “Siput.”

Snail.

That Indonesian for ‘snail’.

And then, I know you from one of my oldest friend. A girl named Nada Chaniago, someone from Kuntum Mekar Kindergarden until when I go to non-government Middle School classes at Xaverius. She’s childish and very gentleman, and little bit boyishly although she won’t cut her long hair. Maybe. But still do atitude and look like very boyishly. But she so friendly, and make anyone happy for easily at everyday. Very responsive and responsible person. Nice girl. Kind girl.. Until the end of first year, then I’m not saw her anymore. Because I change to another school at the capitol of this province. West Sumatra, 2011.

I start my serious writing project when L, the beautiful and nicest teacher in Bahasa Indonesia studies say, “Wow! Tulisanmu bagus!!” Wow! Your letter is so great!!
“Ha?” I don’t believe anything that she said.
“Benar! Apa saya terlihat seperti pembohong?” Sure! Am I look like a liar?
“Maksud saya..-” I mean..-
“Tulisanmu bagus! Dan itu sudah cukup. Kelas selesai. Kamu boleh pulang.” Your letter is great! And that’s enough. Class is over. You can go home.
“Terimakasih..” Thankyou..
“Kapan saja.” Anytime.

So I go home with my spectacular feelings. I’m so happy because she told me like that. And when I come to my home, I go to bedroom and take one paper from my notebook, and write anything what I want to read. I want read something. Like my childhood memories.

Long very very long time ago. When I still child, really really childish, I’d like to prefer to be reading, more than go around at outside of my home like another childs. I’d prefer too by drawing something and not worries about that’s will be bad drawings or that would be a good picture. I draw and draws. Then my mom come to see me, she just doing something, maybe in the kitchen or our little garden at backyard. She always said, “Bagus.”
Great. She always say that.





3. Is Going On

IF I SAY all of things that’s very potential will be sure, and surely. Real. Surely be happen to me in this middle night. Yes. That is happened. Happening when I found myself cannot sleep, again, because I’m thinking of my last day. Gadis Siput again, is she? Surely is she the troublemaker of all...