Dilan 1990

My name is Milea. Milea Adnan Hussein.

Born in Jakarta.

My mother from Bandung, who used to be known as a band vocalist.

My father is an Army. West Sumatra people.

After marriage, they moved to the Slipi area in Jakarta.

In 1990, my father moved to Bandung.

In Bandung, I went to a high school in Buahbatu.

And this is where my story begins.

About him who taught me

how important it is to say good night.

[song "We Are Teenagers" by Pidi Baiq]

- Good morning. - Morning.

Are you Milea?

Ya.

- Can I predict? - Ramal?

Yes. I predict this afternoon we will meet in the canteen.

- Want to come along? - No, thank you.

But one day you will definitely ride my bike.

Trust me.

I'll leave first.

You know what?

This morning I was foretold by a child on a motorcycle.

Guess what?

He said he would meet him in the cafeteria.

- Who? - Do not know her.

So, to the cafeteria no?

Not.

Lia, it doesn't feel like you've been in school for two weeks .

Yes.

Lia, I want to offer to be class secretary.

- Secretary? - Class leader.

Yes, I know, but why me?

Already, want it.

Want some?

Yes, it is okay.

Excuse me.

- Milea, ya? - Ya.

- There is a letter. - Letters?

From my friend.

- Where's Wati? - Already to the canteen.

Yes. I'll leave first.

He is Piyan Physics 1 grader.

- You know? - Not.

"Milea, I thought we were going to meet in the cafeteria wrong."

"Sorry, but I want to predict again."

"Tomorrow we will meet."

- Isn't tomorrow Sunday? - What, Lia?

No it's ok. So what are my duties as secretaries?

- Non, there is a guest. - Find me?

Ya, laki-laki.

- There's an invitation. - What invitation?

- Read it, but later. - OK

- Piyan, in Arabic? - What?

Oh!

Iqro, Milea. I go home first.

- How do you know my house? - I also know your birthday.

- I also know who your God is. - God.

Same. Goodbye first.

Peace be with you or not?

- Assalamualaikum. - Waalaikumsalam.

Piyan.

Bismillahirrahmanirahim. By the name of Allah.

Most Merciful and Merciful.

With this, heartily , invited Milea Adnan to school

on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday.

Sis, a call from Beni.

Girlfriend!

Halo?

That day I was very busy. Wash shoes ...

chatting by phone with my boyfriend in Jakarta.

In fact, what I want to do is smile to myself ...

contemplated a magical invitation from the fortune teller.

Rest in place, move!

Announcement for children who have not paid tuition fees in September

please pay it off immediately.

Come on! Up!

The clothes are put in. Come on

The next announcement will be made by Mr. Suripto.

Row, row.

Neat clothes.

- He again. - Who is he?

Wedding.

The flag ceremony is our way of giving thanks to the fallen heroes.

This country needs disciplined students .

That morning I finally found out, the name of the Astrologer was Dilan.

... this nation. Ceremony, not even entered.

Said Rani, Dilan Grade 2 Physics 1 child.

Famous motorcycle gang member in Bandung.

His position in the motorcycle gang is quite scary.

Commander in Chief

Attack!

You go home by public transportation? Can I come with you?

- Where? - Take an angkot.

- No need. - But public transportation for anyone.

- You ride a motorcycle. - easy.

This is the first day I sat with you.

Milea ...

You are beautiful.

thanks.

But I have not loved you.

Do not know if this afternoon.

Just wait.

I predict, you'll know my name soon.

Hearing him say that, man , I want to say, "already know".

"No need to predict. You better get down."

You know, all students are arrogant?

Who wants to go to BP's room to meet Mr. Suripto?

- Who? - Only me!

Oh.

Sorry if I bothered you.

That's your public transportation.

I was just delivering. I was afraid that someone would be bothered.

Ya.

Left!

After he left, I felt strangely guilty about being rude.

He must be upset.

Basically he is quite fun compared to Beni, my boyfriend in Jakarta who is monotonous

which when giving poetry, plagiarized from the book Khalil Gibran

or teen magazine.

Strange. Why should I compare the Fortuneteller to Beni?

That's Ridwan, beside him Hanafi.

Well, if this one is Jenar, then it's Revi.

Lia, there is a letter.

Letter from whom?

Who's sitting here, who?

Already, later will continue to want the bell.

Oh, nevermind.

Notice!

"Since yesterday afternoon, I've loved you."

- What letter, Lia? - Not. It is okay.

- You're hungry, Ran? - Want to be treated Nandan.

Is our canteen only this one?

Some are here, some are at the Bi Eem shop.

- What is that? - Warung Bi Eem.

- It's behind the school. - Yes, so you can smoke.

Many other high school kids are there too.

His name is also headquarters.

- Hai, Lia. - Hai.

I want to say hello.

- You know what? - What?

I like Lia.

- But ashamed to say. - That said.

Tell you, not to Milea.

But he can hear, right?

Insyaallah.

Piyan!

I can read it from Nandan's eyes.

He was disturbed by Dilan's words.

I'm no expert in reading body language.

But said Rani, he was assessing me.

But many women like him.

He is quite handsome and good at playing basketball.

Dilan, what are you doing?

- Rani, can you sit down? - What?

Sit down?

May I have a paper?

Borrow?

Why is everything crossed out except for your name?

Everything will fail.

Except you?

Yes. Pray for.

- Good afternoon. - Afternoon, sir.

Children, today we will learn about morphology.

Does anyone already know what morphology is?

- Not yet. - Very nice.

Because if you already know, I'm not going to teach morphology.

Hey! You're not a class here, right?

Here.

- Why are you here? - Incorrect class entry, sir.

- Exit. - Excuse me, Sir.

Tidy up the clothes.

Children, you have to eat a lot of fish, to be smart

and don't forget the memory.

Like Abdul. He forgot the class by himself.

Dilan, sir!

- Abdul Dilan, right? -

- I was going to take you home on a motorcycle. - No need.

But not so. Because I know, you must say "no need".

- Tonight I want to go to your house. - No, my father is fierce.

- Did you bite? - Seriously, no.

I'm not afraid of your father. He is nice.

- What do you want? - Want to come.

- Thank you mom. - You're welcome, Dad.

- Bi, please open the door, Bi. - Aunt is at the shop.

Already, Father alone.

- Assalamualaikum, sir. - Waalaikumsalam.

- Who are you? - Strange people.

Strange?

- Assalamualaikum. - Waalaikumsalam.