Love for Faith
A Terrible Day's
"Man wake up, Man. It was noon,” said Bu Lastri while shaking the body of Faith many times.
“Hmmm ...” Faith pulled back her blanket. Both of his eyes were still closed.
“Man, wake. First day at school, right? Later on the road jammed, you know.”
“Let's go, Bund. Cold.” Faith is still unmoved, staying in its original position.
Bu Lastri shook his head to watch the behavior of his youngest son. “Man, look, Selena Gomez passed!”
“Mana, Bund? Where?” Faith instantly opened her eyes when she heard the name of her favorite artist called. Meanwhile, the mother laughed with satisfaction.
“Mother mah, spend deh.”
“Iman ... Faith, anyways where perhaps a famous artist came here. See what time it is? Are you not going to school?”
Faith rubbed her eyes. He glanced at the table clock of his favorite football club - Manchester United by the bed. “Astagfirullah, half seven. Mother why not wake up from earlier anyway?” The rush of Faith jumped out of her bed and ran towards the bathroom. He does not want to be dried in the middle of the school field because of bad luck. Shame on the new students. Who knows, one of the girls students at his school will be a candidate for his betrothed.
The Mother shook her head watching the behavior of her second son. Going back and forth with Ikhsan, the older brother who had already left for school earlier.
After a cowboy shower - just wash his face and brush his teeth - he was wearing a uniform, complete with attributes and shoes, as well as a proud black leather jacket. Meanwhile, the Mother was eating her breakfast at the dinner table.
“Man, no breakfast first?”
“Later Bund, at school. It was injury time, yes. Assalamualaikum.” Faith kisses the reverence of the back of her beloved Mother's hand.
“Waalaikumsalam, careful, Man. Don't speed.”
Faith nodded and hurriedly headed towards the garage.
“Duh, this is a motor? Not very sensitive, anyway? Why not flame? Don't know if the master is upset again gini?” Iman repeatedly stood by his beloved N-Max. But nil, let alone turn on, the motor was noiseless. Iman glanced at his watch, it was already 06:35. Because the motorbike was not also on, he decided to ride the angkot.
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Faith ran as fast as the Flash left the house. Arriving at the end of the alley, Iman stopped a yellow angkot majoring Cibaduyut Karangsetra. There were no other passengers, only Iman and the driver in the car.
“Mang dropped in SMAN 6 yes, GPL.”
“Appaan, Jang GPL, yes?” ask the driver of the car.
“Ngak use long. You see I was in a hurry, afraid late.”
“Sakedapnya, ngetem first, let angkotnya not deserted. Exactly like the heart of a single person, silent.”
This guy knows that I am single. Does it look clear from my looks? I was cool. Faith mourns its fate in the heart. “Mang, if my ngetem will be bad luck oruh. Gini aja deh, I pay anything, count my rent is angkot to get to school. Abis that Mamang freely want to ngetem to the end of the world and how long also. Origin Indeed happy.”
After a long time of thought, finally the angkot driver agreed to the request of Iman. Quite early this morning there was already a loud angkotnya. Yellow cargo with a green strip on the bottom was speeding, but still trying not to violate traffic rules.
However, Alhamdulillah, even though fifty thousand floated, right at 06:50 he arrived at the school. Relieved. It means he is free from punishment, because no misfortune. When he was about to step foot into the classroom, the sound of bells rang throughout the school. The priest was forced to put his bag on the floor outside the teacher's room.
All the students gathered in the field. The ceremonial officers seemed to be preparing everything. The leaders of the ranks are also arranging their respective rows to be neat.
At 07:00 the flag ceremony took place, as well as the delivery of information about MOPDB aka the Orientation Period of New Educators by Pak Baratha, the head of SMAN 6. The MOPDB will last for three days. All students from grade X to XII are gathered in the school grounds. In front of them was already the principal, the teachers and the staff. They are compact wearing khaki colored daily uniform.
Before this line of students was disbanded, now the turn to break the rules was called forward by Mr. Sasongko, BP teacher at this school. Many students were also sent to the front of the field. There are some who are misfortune, some are related to appearance, such as incomplete school attributes, or male students whose hair is too long.
“Iman, here to the front!” Mr. Sasongko's voice shocked Iman who was casting his gaze towards the sky. He was observing a kite that was flying gracefully, swaying the morning gust of wind.
"Paul! Even dumbly. Not yet ear matches yes until the orders of Father are not you gubris?" Mr. Sasongko's blaring voice again touched him. Iman stepped gontai obeying the will of BP's teacher. His stomach began to rumble, because he could not have breakfast. Upon arrival at the front, both of his net was fixed on one of the X class disciples who lined up at the very front. Beautiful too, girl. My candidate candidate is. So is the sound of his heart.
In his heart he wondered why he was called forward? Faith does not feel in violation. One by one the students who violated were interrogated by Mr. Sasongko. Now it is Faith's turn. He resigned his fate in the hands of the killer teacher who is now looking at him sharply.
“Iman, you're a class XI. Supposedly give a good example to your newly-entered underclassmen.” Mr. Sasongko pointed to the line of X class students.
Faith scratched her head, while occasionally glancing at her scruffy chick. At first glance, the two of them are fighting. There is a strange whirring in the heart of Faith. The girl smiled slightly as she looked towards Faith who was like a suspect being interrogated by the police. He looked down in shame, still remembering the mistake he made today. Niente. He didn't get the answer either.
“Why scratch your head? Your hair is thin? Wear anti-dandruff shampoo as well as anti-lice also let the scalp clean. Man, you know very well, are these school rules?”
“Know, Sir.” Now he scratches his nose.
“Why your nose, Man? Many comedies? Just buy later blackhead cleaner.”
Duh is wrong, Inner Faith. He was still thinking hard about the offense of what he had done so as to make his name called.
“For everything that today is called, that rule was made not to be broken. Well you, Iman is still not aware why it is called to the front?”
Faith shakes. “Too." The thick mustachioed BP teacher imitated the voice of the dangdut king to make the students laugh. "Let's look down,” he continued.
When Iman looked at his shoes, he got the answer. Apparently, he had mistakenly taken the shoes on the shelf. The shoes Iman wears now are shoes for jjs or just mall with his gang.
“Clearly, right now? Since when do you like to wear chessboard pattern shoes like this? The rules here are clear, right? All SMAN 6 students can only wear black Converse shoes. So, it is forbidden to wear shoes of other colors besides black, let alone rainbow colors, do you want a rival with rainbow cake?" Mr. Sasongko stroked his thick mustache. “Well, for students who today become impromptu artists, you will be kind this morning to give you rewards." Mr. Sasongko smiled to himself as he looked at the one-to-one students who violated it. They were compactly staring towards the floor of the field with an erratic feeling.
"What gift is that? Please be ready to clean the wc. Cool, ‘kan gift from the Father on this sunny morning?” Back BP's thick-moustached teacher was looking at the violators. “And for the others turn right, disperse way, go to each class.”
The ranks of the disciples disbanded, along with the end of Pak Sasongko's part.
Damn faith today, the intention to leave in a hurry because it does not want to bad luck, eh even get punished also because of wrong shoes. Hopefully the candidate is not ilfill with Faith for the events that happened to him today and do not consider Iman badung guy in school. Faith glanced back at the girl who had turned back to step towards the classroom. Despite just looking at his back, the strange swish appeared again on his chest.
“Heh, even dumb! Hunting so saltfish loe later sunbathe here.” Iman grinned, scratching his head that did not itch while occasionally glancing towards the girl. Hoping that the figure would turn around and present a sweet smile to her.
Gilang's gaze turned towards Faith focusing his attention. “Ciee. Basic elo, Man, very observant if you see the clear-clear.”
“Udah ah. Here, take my bag to class, Lang.” Iman threw his Fila carrying bag towards Gilang who immediately caught him. Strange, even though the girl is now not visible, but Iman is still not able to relieve the pounding on his chest that is increasingly timid.
