Dilan 1990

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[ Jakarta, Desember 2014 ]

My name is Milea.

Milea Adnan Hussein.

I was born in Jakarta.

My mother is from Bandung

and she was a band vocalist.

My father is an officer in the Army.

He's from West Sumatra.

After they got married,

they moved to Slipi, Jakarta.

In 1990,

my father was assigned to Bandung.

I moved to a high school

in Buah Batu, Bandung.

And my story begins from there.

It's about a person who taught me ...

... the importance of wishing

someone a good night's sleep.

[ Bandung, September 1990 ]

- Good morning.

- Morning.

- You're Milea, right?

- I am.

- Can I read your future?

- You want to read my future?

Yeah. I can see us meeting again

today in the canteen.

???

- Want a lift?

- No, I'm good.

But someday you're going

to ride with me.

You'd better believe it.

See ya.

You know what?

This morning some boy on a bike

tried to read my future.

What do you mean

tried to read your future?

He said we'll meet again

in the canteen.

- Do you know who he is?

- I don't know him.

- So, are we going to the canteen?

- No, I'm good.

Do you realized it's already been

2 weeks since you transferred here?

I know, right?

Lia. I'm offering you

a position as the class secretary.

- Secretary?

- Nandan is the class president.

I know.

But why me?

Come on,

just say yes.

- Will you?

- All right, whatever.

Excuse me.

- Are you Milea?

- Yes, I am.

- Here's a letter for you.

- A letter?

From a friend of mine.

- Where's Wati?

- She's already left to the canteen.

Okay.

See ya.

He's Piyan.

From 2-Physics-1 class.

- Do you know him?

- No.

"Milea, my prediction about our meeting

in the canteen was apparently inaccurate."

"Sorry, but allow me

to read your future again."

"We'll meet again tomorrow."

- But tomorrow is Sunday.

- What?

Nothing. So ...

What are my tasks as a secretary?

[ Sunday, September 16, 1990 ]

- There are guests outside.

- For me?

Yes.

Boys.

???

- I'm delivering an invitation.

- What kind of invitation?

- You can read it. But only later.

- Okay.

- Piyan. What's the Arabic for that?

- What are you talking about?

'Iqro', Milea.

I'll see you later.

- How do you know my house?

- I also know your birthday.

- And I know who your God is too.

- It's Allah.

It's the same for me.

I'll take my leave.

Assalamu'alaikum or not?

- Assalamu'alaikum.

- Wa'alaikumsalam.

Let's go.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

In the name of Allah.

The most gracious

and the most merciful.

I hereby, truly sincerely invite

Milea Adnan to school ...

... on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,

Thursday, Friday and Saturday.

It's for you,

from Kak Benni.

- Your boyfriend.

- Hello.

It was a busy day for me.

I cleaned my shoes, ...

talked on the phone

with my boyfriend in Jakarta.

Meanwhile, what I wanted to do

was just smile all day ...

... thinking about the weird invitation

from the fortune teller.

At ease!

Attention for students who haven't

paid their September's tuition ...

Please don't forget

to do so.

Move!

Tuck in your shirt!

Let's go!

Mr. Suripto

will give the next announcement.

Stand in line!

Straighten

your uniform!

- It's him again.

- Who is he?

He's Dilan.

School's Flag Ceremony is our way

of honoring our deceased heroes.

Our country needs

discipline students.

That morning I found out

the fortune-teller's name is ... Dilan.

Even after knowing that, some of you

didn't show up at the ceremony.

Rani said he's from

2-Physics-1 class.

He's a member

of famous bike gang in Bandung.

His rank in the gang

could make you shiver.

Combat Commander.

Dilan .

Dilan 1990

Are you going home by microbus?

Can I tag along?

- Where to?

- Your home by microbus.

- No need.

- But microbuses are open to public.

- But you're riding your bike.

- Don't worry about that.

This is the first time

I sit beside you.

Milea ...

You're beautiful.

???

Thank you.

But I've yet to fall for you.

But this afternoon, who knows?

We'll see.

???

I foretell that you will soon

learn my name.

Hearing him said that,

I swear I almost said, "I already know."

"I don't need any more predictions.

Better for you to go away."

Do you know all the students

in our school are arrogant?

Do you know who is the only student

kind enough to go to Mr. Suripto's office?

Who?

Me!

Sorry

if I bother you.

That's your ride.

I was just

escorting you.

I don't want anything bad

happen to you.

Yeah.

Stop!

But after he left,

I felt guilty for being rude to him.

He must be upset.

Actually he's more fun than Benni,

my boring boyfriend in Jakarta ...

... whose poetries are often copied

from Khalil Gibran books, ...

... or worse

from teen magazines.

This is weird. Why am I comparing

that fortune teller with Benni?

That's Ridwan's desk,

and he sits with Hanafi.

That is Jenar's desk

and sitting next to her is Revi.

Letter for you, Lia.

Letter from who?

How about this desk?

We can do it again later.

The recess is almost over.

Okay.

"Information!"

"Since yesterday's afternoon,

I'm officially in love with you."

- What's in the letter?

- Nothing. It's nothing.

- You're that hungry, Ran?

- Nandan is going to pay for my lunch.

Is this the only

canteen we have?

Some kids eat here and

some eat at Bik Eem's food stall.

- What's that?

- Bik Eem's food stall is ...

... a small restaurant

behind our school.

Yeah, they are allowed

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