Love for Faith
Finally, She Knows ....
Faith down the school corridor. It seemed, she had come too early, the proof of the school was still quiet. This is a very rare occurrence. So rare, the eighth wonder of the world can be recorded in MURI. Usually, the record for the morning most come to school version of Faith is five minutes before the gate is closed.
Unintentionally, as Faith passed through the library, she saw Love sitting in it. Faith that has a high level of kepo taste, rushed to the beautiful girl. Moreover, he remembered the letter he had written on behalf of Kak Ikhsan. Who knows, Love will leave his reply today to him.
With an unrelenting thumping feeling, Iman ventured closer and met the idol. Love seems to be focusing on writing in her book. Perhaps, the beautiful girl was writing about her regret of losing her pink diary and had to copy the contents again in a new book. In writing a lot of it, ‘kan make sore and hand can calluses if done continuously. Faith so remember, he has not had time to return it. The man plans to give it to his owner again, while expressing honesty. However, for some reason, until now he had not dared to speak it.
“Hai, Love, you again what?” ask Faith with a voice that is deliberately made small so that the state of the library is not rowdy. Faith sits beside Love. Awkward, that's the impression he felt. This is the second time he has sat next to Love. However, the atmosphere in the library at that time was not as quiet as it is today. This super-cuckoo and muddy faith can also be super groggy sitting near a girl, usually he sits next to Gilang or near the angkot driver if by chance the motorbike is not running.
“Eh, Brother Faith.” Love looks. “Tumben comes early in the morning? What dream last night?”
This question is harder than answering when to get married, because last night I forgot, I dream or not, huh? mummy Faith.
“Eh, anu ..” Faith was confused and even scratched her head that did not itch at all.
“Kak kombean? Have you tried shampoo?” cerocos Love.
Fucking chick! It's always nyerocos himself, grumbled Faith. Thankfully, you are beautiful and I love it. Faith laughed a little while looking at her rock face.
“Dandruff? Who's afraid? I just can't bear to stay in my head,” Iman replied in reply to the laughter of Love that rattled the library. Fortunately, the situation there is still quiet.
“Love, already, dong kawanya. Am I standing up comedy?”
“Hahaha, that big brother turned out to be exciting and funny. Can make me laugh.”
Faith scratched again his head, misbehaving. Either he should be ashamed, or he should be proud to hear the praise of his idol. “It's strange that students who always have bad luck come so early? Hmmm .... I've expected.” Faith held her chin.
“No, kok!” reply Love. “Not thought that Kak Iman could wake up early.”
“I always wake up every morning, really. Uh, except Sunday.” Faith cengenesan. “Only, entering school at the last minute the gate is closed it is very adrenaline testing. Besides, if there are no students like me at school, Mr. Sasongko can be unemployed. The work is just dumbfounded in the BP room,” he continued.
“Hahaha, basic, Big brother sneles!”
“Gini, Yang,” said Faith a familiar snob that made Love widen his gaze.
“What! Which is? Am I Eza Yayang? Or does my head look like it's a little bit?”
“Not both. But you are like a kite that always draws my heart.”
A pink tinge adorns the smooth white cheeks of Love. His chest immediately thumped. “Basic, Sister, dreadlocks. Early in the morning!” hardik Cinta while trying to relieve the beat in the chest. He does not want to look wrong in the eyes of Faith.
“I no longer do ngebucin, but was breakfast fried rice mostly micin. Uh, yeah, can you ask for her phone number, right? Who knows, I'll need to make something happen. About the lesson, for example,” pinta Iman with a face made as sweet as possible.
“Mode! Class XI's childhood is a lesson to the underclassmen? I should have been the one.”
Also, the words of this girl, I was wrong, dong, use that reason, the inner Faith regretted the unreasonable reasons she said. However, it is not the name Iman if not jago ngeles.
“Eh, make no mistake. Later in UN questions, ‘kan class X lessons out again, so it must be re-learn.”
“Sorry, my phone number is not for sale, Brother,” joked Love while throwing away your face, expensive selling point.
“Didih, who wants to buy? I already have a phone number whose operator is very polite.” Seeing Love frowning, Faith continued her unfaithful speech. “Soalnya, every time he used a phone, he always said sorry.”
“Ahahaha, that's no pulse."
“Well, rather than hp I'm unemployed and let always be filled with pulses also quota, ask, dong number her hp.” Faith hands up to Love like a child asking for pocket money to his mother.
“Ngak, ah. Later misused for online loan guarantee number.”
“Oh, yes, yes, if not. No problem.” Faith was expensive and got up from her seat.
“Ya, udah,” sahut Love pretends not to care.
Faith walked towards the library exit. Love stared at the back of the man who was walking further and further away. “In addition to being ignorant, it turns out that Brother Faith is stubborn as well,” grumbled Love. He hoped that Faith would continue to beg. “Oh, yes, someone forgot.” Love patted his forehead and rushed out of the library to seek the existence of Faith.
“Sister of Faith, wait!” Love half-running after Faith who was about to turn towards her class.
“Why, Love? You changed your mind? Where's her hp number?” Iman tamoak is happy to see Love chasing him. He pulled out his cell phone from the pocket of his uniform, preparing to type in the number to be mentioned.
“Ih, don't ge-er, brother. I'm chasing Brother for this thanks.” Love holds out a blue sea envelope. “Titip for Brother Ikhsan. Thanks yes,” said Cinta with breath that is still wheezing.
Faith gave a small smile at the envelope that was now moving into her hand. As he expected, Love will definitely reply to his letter. “Ongkirnya where?”
“Then, in return I ask for your hp number.”
Love seems to think. She hesitated to give her number to Iman, because even in her class, she only gave contact numbers to girls. However, almost every day, there are only foreign numbers of men in the school who enter, want to know Love more closely. I don't know how many unidentified numbers he has blocked from Love Whatsapp account.
“Yes, yes, if you don't want to. You leave it alone to the person directly.” Faith sends that envelope to Love.
Love seemed to think for a moment. He recalled the additional message that Brother Ikhsan wrote at the end of his letter. Love must leave its reply to Brother Iman. After all, he also felt prestige and shame if he had to hand it over directly to Kak Ikhsan. No other choice, Love must agree to give her phone number in return.
“Iya, deh, yes.” Love is seen writing something in a book, then tearing it in a small size and handing the piece of torn paper to Faith. Seeing this, Iman smiled triumphantly. He received the paper with a burning sense of happiness, as if he had a crumbling durian.
“Still, yes, Snow White. This number will be the most beautiful collection on hp ku.”
Love seemed pensive to hear Brother Iman call it that. How, Brother Iman knows the name Kak Ikhsan in his letter? The author of the letter ....
Faith, realizing the probing gaze of the girl before her, hurriedly switched the conversation, so that the girl was unsuspecting. Stupidly, he even slipped earlier. “Heh, even dumb. That, I was again practicing drama for Indonesian practical assignments. The story is about the princesses of the kingdom so.”
“Oh, so, Brother, success for the drama Yes, already. Greetings to Brother Ikhsan yes.”
“Sip, done.” Iman gave his thumbs up and rushed to his class, because the entrance bell had been heard aloud.
***
In the cafeteria, Love, Naya, and Gilang were talking. Occasionally, they feed pieces of batagor into each mouth. The atmosphere of the canteen is full. The voices of the disciples gathered and shouted each other's orders, beating the cries of the race supporters and spectators on the stage of Augustusan.
“Kak Gilang, Love want to ask something, nih!” love said half-screaming so that her voice was not drowned by the crowd in the cafeteria.
“You want anything you can, just don't about lessons. You have forgotten the same materials in class X.”
“Hush, haphazard. Love is the smartest in class. About mah lessons, no problem for him.” Naya hits Gilang's hand.
“Iya, yes, kidding. Want to ask me about what, anyway? About Brother Ikhsan? Sorry, not very familiar. Fear of being wrongly answered, it will be calculated to spread hoax.”
“Ih, Brother, seriously. Joking only.” Naya glared at Gilang while pinching her arm making the cute-looking guy grimace in pain.
“Aduh, ouch, yes, yes, geez, Nay.” After Naya released the pinch, Gilang stroked her arm. Sadistic of girls. Fortunately, he is my girlfriend, otherwise I have returned the pinch. “You want something about Faith? Really, I can definitely answer all and pass the exam, hehehe.” Gilang hoped, the question of Love around Faith, his friend. This will be a promotional event so that the prince's daughter is interested in Faith, as well as proofing, about the feelings of Love towards Faith.
“This problem, Brother.” Love gives a letter to Gilang and Naya. A moment later, the two lovebirds, looked serious about reading it.
After Gilang finished reading it, he still could not guess, about the thing that Love would ask. He looks like a confused person. “Love, to the point only, so actually who wants to elo ask me what?” Before long, Gilang looked down embarrassed, because the question made Love and Naya compactly laugh at him.
“Begini, Brother. In the letter it says that the name of the sender is Kak Ikhsan. But, I'm still not sure if Brother Ikhsan wrote it.”
“Gue is also not sure. You know as far as I know Kak Ikhsan is anti dating.” Again read the letter. His face was more serious than usual.
Naya who saw Love turned grim, tried to comfort her. “But, even though Ikhsan is anti-dating, he is still, ‘kan normal guy. It could be, secretly he put his heart to you, Love." Naya stroked the soft back of Love, hoping that her sad face turned bright.
“The problem is, Nay, if indeed Brother Ikhsan likes me, why is he cool, cold? If he happened to cross paths, he acted as if he did not know me. At least, there is movement from him to show that he likes me.”
“So, the Elo curiga Iman wrote this? If my guess, anyway, the person who wrote this letter, none other than and not not, is my friend, Iman. Because, I know, he has liked the same elo since seeing elo in the field at the beginning of school,” explained Gilang who made Love jerked.
“Times yes? Brother Iman likes me?”
“Iya, and the Elo who has already fallen in love with Kak Ikhsan, is not able to catch the signals that Iman is trying to show. But, I also still doubt, anyway, because this is very neat writing. If you see the notebook of Faith, the writing is messy, almost not happy,” said Gilang who was greeted with laughter from Love and Naya.
“Love, Brother Iman does like you. I actually already know this. Just as a friend, I don't want to interfere in matters of the heart. That, ‘kan personal rights each,” said Naya while holding the fingers of Love. His friend seemed to have started sobbing.
“Then, why, Brother Iman did not say honestly that he liked? Why even send a letter on behalf of her brother?”
“Well, if I don't know about it, but I promise to ask why. Just, before I want to ask first, Love, feelings elo to Faith what is it like?”
“Honestly, I feel comfortable being near Brother Iman. He can make me laugh and always be entertained by his words, even if it's unfaithful. But, I like to talk for a long time with him.” Love wipes away tears. His lips began to curl into a smile. Naya and Gilang looked at each other, they felt relieved, Love has started to look a little cheerful.
“Feeling elo itself to Kak Ikhsan how, if it turns out that Iman the author of the letter?”
“My feelings for Brother Ikhsan may only be amazed. If to Kak Iman, see the development later, deh.” The cheeks of Love meet red, his chest pounding unbecoming. He felt ashamed to have been frank about the feelings he harbored and saved himself all this time to Sister Faith. In fact, he often denies, if the taste begins to be present.
“OK, I have not been able to ascertain whether this letter is really the Faith that makes, before the person admits it himself, because the writing of Faith is not as good as this. I'm afraid of being called a slanderer, hehehe. Wait for the next news after the messages that want to pass this.”
The loud sound of the bell sign of rest was heard throughout the school, along with the burst of laughter from the two beautiful-faced friends. The atmosphere of the canteen gradually began to quiet. The students have entered their respective classes, preparing to receive the next lesson that the teacher will deliver.
