DiLeMa LOVE

Love's Dilemma

Syifa tidied her white veil, pecking herself in front of the mirror for the umpteenth time. Always feel something is lacking as if his appearance is always inappropriate. Today he wants to look perfect, not wanting even a Kumal to ruin his appearance.

"Although Syifa, you are perfect, no need to read it until the next, Idung you also will not be added to be sharp" shouted Riska who is uncomfortable to see Syifa who is always super cute the same appearance, as well as the appearance, it has now turned 180 degrees since it received little attention from the guy she admired so much.

"It's not really, it's not shy, is it? ” asked Syifa while turning her body pretentiously like a fashion model.

Kontan aja Riska stifled laughter at the graceful behavior of Syifa, really contrasted with her daily life that is always tomboy and duck. But Riska can only be silent can not bear to break the spirit of Syifa who is burning, let Syifa anyway so look more beautiful, inner Riska held back laughter.

"A little, but you don't look beautiful papa really, and there set out, the glass is broken" Riska added while ngeloyor left.

"What!!?" syifa asked in anger, but instead of being angry Syifa smiled at the reflection of her face in the mirror.

"Beautiful man "his mumbling while carving a faint smile on his lips "Waduh ngapain think so "hangkal while shaking his head strongly.fear just in case he big head.

Confident with her new appearance Syifa walked down the stairs of the dormitory and approached her favorite sneakers shoes of her roommate who was now out of the dorm and now she had to room with Riska very paying attention to every detail of his appearance that the beginning of their meeting Syifa always said

"That rich ribet that way, wash your face with make up, want bobo use cream want to go out more complicated house that mascara powder base ah what I do not know the name" she said while putting back a medium-sized bag full of female beauty tools.

While tying his shoelaces Syifa again smiled to himself like a madman, Remembering how he used to mock Riska but now he himself actually went to wear the tools, shameless.

Syifa walked casually out of the dormitory there was still time before the entrance bell rang again the distance between the dormitory and the school was not too far just a ten minute walk that was leisurely.

The beautiful morning scenery was followed by wild birds singing merrily, the atmosphere is so peaceful it looks clean and bright everywhere yes last night the herd of water attacked the earth atmosphere Bandongan area precisely in a village on a hill that is still very beautiful and unspoiled air pollution.

The trees look perfectly green with a light blue bigroun studded with white clouds like cotton lumps that are very comfortable to momentarily repel fatigue. A shower of sunlight becomes the perfecting of the painting of nature is the most powerful. Syifa unceasingly admired the beauty of the panorama, lulled in sedating comfort.

"The Fa's feast "a sound undermines the comfort of Syifa's wishful thinking.

"Oh, yes, morning Roy" Syifa stuttered a little to find the guy who had been unceasingly disturbing his sleep since last night.

For some reason since being watched by his dream guy, suddenly Roy feels special. Suddenly his cheeks felt warm red blushing like rotten tomatoes hihihi not rotten too times, realizing Roy's sight locked staring at him.

"Anu..anu.." Shifa tried to calm down but suddenly.

"Hahahaha kesambet are you suddenly beautiful like this there is a date?" roy's laughter drove out his cat's shyness.

" Y!!!!" snapped Syifa behaved ferociously while juxtaposing Roy's steps.

"Ok.ok sori but really you know you are strange but beautiful also the "added Roy still smiled while observing the appearance of Syifa.

"Thank you" Syifa said "I'm not ashamed of my smiles"

Their steps entered the high and sturdy school gate. At the same time the security guard is on standby, guarding and monitoring in case there are students who violate the rules that have been set. Standing arrogantly while holding both hands together behind his stocky body.

"For Sam" said Syifa as usual.

Well know Mr. Sam the same Syifa who always volunteers mopping the floor of the mosque and scrub the toilet.

"Tumben mbak Fa neatly jali terpek exemplar so" replied the security guard while glancing at the overall appearance of Syifa.

"Yes, sir, the floor must be bathed every day" Syifa replied as she left.

They return to class III IPA 2. While walking they discussed the schoolwork which of course Syifa has not done at all, as usual he simply copied the housework of Ira Park as much as he never forgot his duties as a student.

Sure enough when he arrived in the class Roy and Syifa scramble for the task book belonging to Ira which was already transported by other friends. Low boisterous class students who are scrambling to copy the task only a few students who can sit back and relax enjoy the panic that is increasingly peaking along with the clang of the clock on the wall.

As soon as Syifa copied the ten mathematical tasks, she copied them without taking her eyes off her friend's handwriting. No matter if the writing goes up and down badly even with the handwriting of fifth graders SD is much worse.

"Teng....teng......teng........." bell rang three times.

But it had no effect on the students of class III IPA 2 who were trying to save themselves from the punishment of standing on one foot in front of the class for one hour of lessons.

"Pak Pri, Mr. Pri.." one of the students shouted as he ran to his stool.

Like a crowd of ants that got a vibe. Suddenly the panicked crowd dispersed with resignation. They run off on each other's back. What a beautiful sight. And the beautiful scene ended just seconds before Mr. Pri, who they secretly dubbed the killer, entered the classroom.

"Well my beloved children, I am so disappointed to inform you that today I have to attend a coordination meeting on the preparation of the final math maple exam so I apologize for not being able to check your homework, for that I give additional tasks, open ....bla.......bla...."

Mr. Pri spoke at length which essentially they had to do the tasks that they later had to collect and then leave happiness in the class that had been tense.

Now at such a time the happiest time for Syifa, he was asked by Riska

"What do you like best about school?"

Obviously Riska was arrogant to hear that answer, he also liked the empty lesson but not that time too.

Sontak Syifa stopped the movement of his hands that had begun to feel cramped, shortly after that book and pen that had been forced labor had entered into the drawer for a complete rest.

As soon as Mr. Pri stepped foot out of the room, the silence that was created was torn apart by the rumbling of half the students who were preparing to follow Mr. Pri's steps, which was out of the room, without exception Syifa and Roy of course.

Roy and Syifa, a pair of best friends united by their love narratives who always clap one hand, are, walk compactly to the school library located in the front of the school building more precisely beside the teacher room.the place is their faforit in addition to calm, quiet, whatever they do there during the empty hour, no teacher will rebuke.

The main reason is quite one, which is to put one book in front of us in an open state, then do what you want to do and like that they are while pouring out the contents of the heart.

" Roy you know yesterday There was news of me" Syifa started with a happy smile.His hands were busy looking for the page she wanted to read.

"That's all gr" replied Roy not so happy.

"Gak gr, actually he really does it while smiling so and you should know, Ben same Roni, ehm ahem nyindir so just Adi talk to me" Syifa denied not accept.

"Not ten........"

"Can join?" a voice cut through Roy's words.

"Bo... may" said Syifa was stammered to realize 3 friends (Adi ,Ben, and Roni) were excused to join. Suddenly his face red.

"Ehem.." suddenly Roy's throat was itchy and it made the red hue on Syifa's face more visible and misbehaved.

Glad to see Syifa misbehaving, Adi deliberately sat next to Syifa even had time to shift his chair closer. Opposite Roy who knows himself to go join Ben and Roni at another table.

Silent, very uncomfortable atmosphere, but also very pleasant. Nervous, Syifa even dropped her pen and foolishly flailed her hand like a child whose hand had not arrived, yes indeed her position was too far from him.

And the opportunity was not ignored by Adi, Adi's rapid motion also stuck his head down the table and saw the pen closer to him, he said, deliberately Adi did not immediately manage to reach the pen was only slightly nudged so that it shifted closer to Syifa's hand, and that moment was what Adi created, and that's what Adi created, when Shifa managed to reach for the pen she pretended to reach for it more precisely touching Syifa's hand which felt very soft, and it was a fatal thing. Equally lulled Adi squeezed Syifa's flickering fingers gently feeling the flow of pseudo-pleasure that Syifa had just known. Their view is locked, the world is replaced and the seeds of love that have been there are increasingly springing up.

"Ehem ahem.." the compact voice of the bullies resuscitated them. hurriedly they were about to sit back, but suddenly.

"Duk.." the sound of Adi's baton hit the table a little too hard, accompanied by the laughter of Roy, Roni, and Ban.

Yes, since that day their closeness is increasingly visible, even several times they go out together, weekly nights or just eat together at a lesehan stall.

The beautiful days of Syifa have begun. Love that used to clap one hand is now welcome and beautiful walk like a flower that is in bloom.

And without Syifa knowing there is a heart that is hurt there is love that is eliminated from the path of his struggle.

"Hi Roy, how's Napa getting so tangled lately?" syifa asked stupidly, putting her bag on the table and then sitting next to her.

"Ga papa is a little dizzy" replied Roy origin.

"Need to UKS? or medicine?" another stupid question flowed from Syifa's bucket mouth.

"No Fa, I'm fine "Roy is trying to be reasonable.

"Ok if that's it, but lately you're weird, is it Napa se? what .......Sinta again?"

"Udah ah get out there, and the bell rings, have you done your job yet?" banish Roy from further interrogation.

"Emang is?" ask Syifa in shock.

"Yes nothing" Roy replied with a laugh looking at Syifa's face like a fire beard.

"Roy, what is it? Adi got a taste of my rich girl?" syifa asked suddenly.

"Well, you're beautiful, even though you're not as pretty as a Barbie doll, you're also a pinter even though you've never been a class champion, you're too....."

"If that's all I know too" Syifa said upset with Roy's answer.

"Keep you want what rich answers? Fa, if Adi doesn't have the same taste as you I'm even yelling......" Roy.

But the rice had become porridge and the decapitated words had already been spoken.

"What!?!!"

"Son, no, I mean just a fool who prattles you but there is no sense in you, obviously doi really try to get your attention" Roy said.

Syifa was silent, he begins to realize that something is wrong with the whole situation and his memory turns back looking for small fragments of meaningful memories that he lived with Roy during his first-class service when he was dragged away the stream as they searched for twigs, as panic saw Syifa unconsciousness prompting her to perform artificial respiration. And all the long series of friendship journeys that begin to metamorphose into a sense of love without them knowing it.