Love for Faith
His Confession
Returning home from school, Gilang drove the motorbike in a direction that was not the way to his home. No, he didn't forget the road or was lost. The middle section of the hair guy will stop by first to the house of Faith, because he was wracked with curiosity after listening to Love who told him about the letter during the break in the cafeteria. He wanted to solve the mystery of who the author of the letter really was. Intentionally, Gilang did not tell Faith in advance about his arrival, because Faith must have avoided. Who knows, there he found a clue.
“Assalamu aleikum,” said Gilang when he arrived at the door of the house of Iman while knocking on his door.
“Waalaikum salam,” heard a soft voice from inside accompanied by footsteps that were getting closer to the door.
“Tante, Faith is there?” Gilang kissed the back of Bu Lastri's hand, then dipped into the house. Worried that what he's looking for isn't home.
“Eh, Gilang, come on in. Faith is in her room. You just go there, yes.”
“Iya, Aunt, thank you.” After Gilang took off his shoes, he stepped into the house to the room of Faith.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Iman turned towards it and was astonished to find Gilang standing in the doorway. “Eh, Long, Lang. Kirain Mommy who opens the door.”
“Assalamu aleikum, Buddy. Why did you keep yourself in the room? Again incubating eggs?” Silang directly sat on the bed. Plump and comfortable too, dipake sleep. Pantesan, Iman kesamangan only. Mattress model like this mah, make sleeping kebablasan, muttered Gilang as his hands patted the mattress.
“Sembaran, elo think I'm a hen? Why are you here? Want to work a group? The feeling was in school, all the teachers who entered did not give PR, deh.”
“Elo there are guests even in droves of questions. I'm not given a drink or a snack, am I? I, ‘kan here directly depart from school. Browbeat tired, Bang.” Gilang wagged his hands to expel the sultry.
“Lebay, hell, elo. Who told you to come here?”
“Oh, so I can't stop by elo's house? Yes, already, I'm back.” Moving from the bed to the outside of the room.
“Eh, uh, uh, patient, Lang, patient. Elo baperan yes, like a girl again PMS. Hihihi.” Faith laughed satisfied to see Gilang put on an annoyed face.
“Yes natural, lah, I'm emotional, this is the innate stomach that is again dangdutan. I, tuh, it's good, you know, friendship to the friend's house, maybe elo now again need friends vent. Elo's no friendship. Sadist.” Gilang pursed his lips making the laughter of Faith even more explode. I look at him with a bad look. If it wasn't for helping Love, he would've taken it out of this room.
“Iya, deh, yes, sorry. Elo want to snack what? Nail or splint?” tawar Iman makes the look of Gilang more sour.
“Gue no appetite so. Elo think I lumping horse what!” hardik Gilang that Faith responded with laughter.
“Nih, drinks are equally snack, spend, yes.” Bu Lastri came carrying a tray containing two glasses of syrup and a few small snacks in a jar, making Gilang carefree and happy of the afterlife.
“Not bother, Bund. Refuse to fasting,” sahut Iman makes the Mother confused.
“Lho, very diligent? Here, ‘kan Wednesday, not Monday or Thursday,” asked Bu Lastri, astonished.
“Gilang is indeed very diligent, Bund. He fasts the same Monday-Thursday Tuesday-Wednesday too,” replied Iman who made Gilang like a beard fire. “Added also Friday-Saturday, except Sundays and national holidays.”
“No, really, Aunt, Faith is kidding.”
“Hush, you yes, Faith! Yes, already, Mother ahead again, you continue to chat.” After delivering drinks and snacks, Mother returned to the front of the house, and began watering flowers as well as some collections of plants in her favorite pots.
“Elo same true friend it amat.” Glorious menoyor Faith who endlessly laughs.
With greed, Gilang ate one by one the snacks provided until they ran out, then sipped a glass of syrup to the toilet. After that, Gilang was full and could only lie limp on the mattress.
“Elo want to be happy or hitchhiking to eat doang, anyway? Nice really abis eat directly sleep,” sneer Faith.
Gilang tried to get up from the bed and slowly changed his position to sit down. As Gilang looked towards the study table of Faith, there was a pink book lying there that caught his attention and his clumsiness.
“Ciee, since when do you have a diary? Where the color is really girly, again. Pantesan, elo rarely vent again with me. Turns out elo spilled all the feelings in this book.” Gilang's hand stretched out to take the book, but Iman swiftly took it.
“Nothing. This is the PKK cadre meeting minutes book got Bunda.”
“Terus why is it that books can stray into elo room? It is important for elo?”
Faith scratching the head. He knows the nature of his best friend. If the book is again crumpled, Gilang will continue to find out until it is complete. It seems, the effort of Faith to evade will be in vain.
“Iya, deh, yes. Here's her diary The love I found in Ranca Upas.”
“Why new elo story? You don't believe me anymore?”
“Do not nag first, want to hear no continuation of the story?”
Gilang nodded and immediately put on a serious face. Then, Iman continued his story until it was complete and answered Gilang's curiosity.
“I guessed it, the actual letter writer was elo. Love was also told to me during the break. He also doubted that Brother Ikhsan wrote it.” Gilang smiled meaningfully also felt happy, because today he had received an answer to the question of Love that he would convey tomorrow.
“What do I need to do, dong? I am confused, in the reply letter, Cinta tomorrow ask for a meeting with Kak Ikhsan. It's an impossible thing for me to grant, Lang.” Faith rattled her hair in frustration. There is no way he will present Kak Ikhsan tomorrow to meet Cinta, because his brother does not know about this letter. Iman was sure, her brother would have refused even if he knew this.
“Salah elo, hell, rash. Wear it this way. Elo himself the trouble, ‘kan? So don't play with water if you don't want to get wet. “
“Feeling of the sound of his fast is not so, deh. Don't play with fire if you don't want to burn.” Faith menoyor Gilang's head.
“Kan means almost the same. Uh, why the hell, you're not being honest with him about how you feel? Afraid of rejection? Anyway, if you do, continue to be rejected, Delo will not die, ‘kan? Unless you're heartbroken and planning to commit suicide.”
“Astagfirullah, elo narrow mind very. Comparison of guys with girls in the world 1 to 3, the stock of girls is more than men. I must be getting some soul mate rations, really. Selena Gomez, I'm still working faithfully, Lang.”
“Keep, what makes elo difficult to tell the truth? You are sure you will be rejected, so?”
“I'm definitely rejected, Lang. He likes her like Ikhsan. The purpose of writing this letter, I do not mean love, really. I just want to make him happy. That's aja.” Faith breathed a heavy sigh. Why is it so complicated? He thought everything would go well.
“Elo as a guy, gentle, dong. You have to dare to be honest. The feeling is not wrong, though. Allah is All-Turning, Man. Now Cinta does not like the same elo, but it could be later she has a feeling of affection to elo.”
“My advice, tomorrow elo balikin it book to Love at once elo tell honest about everything. Whether you accept it or not, that's business later. The important thing in the eyes of Love elo is brave, because it wants to tell the truth.”
Faith nods her head, like listening to ajeb-ajeb music in a discotheque. “Iya, huh. Tomorrow I try execution elo.” suggestion
“Sip, sakep.” Next to Gilang's hand patted Faith's shoulder, while the other hand held a thumbs up. “Gue go back first, yes. It's cloudy, nih.”
“Halah, get raindrops just scared. I suspect that elo is a lazy person to take a bath hahaha.”
“Seturn, elo time does not nyium nih fragrance my exclusive bath soap? So exclusive, this aroma of soap is durable for up to a week,” said Gilang while raising his eyebrows and leaning towards Iman.
“Appaan, the smell of sweat aja, elo proud.” Faith closed her nose and hit Gilang's arm.
“Udah, ah, kidding only. If it continues, until the Maghrib will not be finished. I'm pulling ya, passion and success for tomorrow, man. Don't give up!” Gilang clenched his hands while giving motivation to the friend. Then, he took his bag and came out of the room of Faith.
“Tante, I go home first,” say hello to Miss Lastri who is cooking in the kitchen.
“Kok, have you gone home, anyway? Here, Auntie is cooking for your lunch,” asked Bu Lastri.
“Hehehe, wrapped, can be, Aunt, just a little.” Crossed the mesem-mesem withstanding shame.
“That's what rubber stomach, anyway? The snack was spent alone, now ask to eat again. Tomorrow I bring the bill to school ya.”
“Hush, Faith! Can, can, wait a minute yes, almost mature, kok.”
Gilang's heart cheered cheerfully at Bu Lastri's words. The aroma of chicken soy sauce that is being cooked is indeed appetizing, making Gilang's stomach that has been filled with snacks earlier, suddenly rumbling again.
***
This morning, Iman walked along the school corridor with an erratic feeling. He was determined to say everything to love. However, in his heart was still tucked away in doubt. Faith is worried, because of this honesty, the attitude of Love will change, whether closer, or even away.
In front of the mosque, when he saw Cinta wearing shoes after Dhuha prayers, Iman ventured to approach the puja. Faith stepped slowly as doubt began to attack him. In his mind there was a sense of unwillingness if Love knew the true feeling of Faith, the girl of his demons would stay away. His chest was pounding incoherently, sweat was wetting his forehead, both palms were cold. As I drew near, Faith began to speak to Love.
“Hai, Love. Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Eh, Brother Faith.” Love looks up. “Speaking what, Brother? How come his face is so tense?”
“Sit there, yuk,” take Faith. Then, the two sat on the terrace of the mosque.
“Love, earlier I want to apologize, nih.” Faith plays her fingers. The palm of Faith was frozen. The leafan on his chest was increasingly clear, so tense, Iman was unable to look at his interlocutor.
“Didih, Sister, kayak atmosphere Eid al-Fitr aja, wear sorry.” Love throws jokes to melt the tension that is clearly depicted on the face of Faith. In vain, however, the look of Faith remains unchanged.
“Love, here I return your diary. And ..., and, sorry.” Faith swallowed her saliva. Before continuing to speak, he glanced at the beautiful face of Love.
Love rounded the eyes and seemed jolted to see the pink diary that had long been sought, and it was in the hands of Faith. “So I found it where? Why not return it?”
Faith scratched her un-itchy head. He was confused looking for a reasonable reason to put forward. “That's it, just want to return, I forgot to put it where. Until every corner of the house is dismantled, new, deh met today.”
“Soak read its contents?” ask Love while looking at Faith with a probing gaze.
Faith answered him with a nod. “Sorry, Love, I've been presumptuous,” said Iman slowly, as if talking to myself. Faith stared straight at the floor, breathing from the girl sitting next to her.
“So, Brother already knows that I ..” Love cannot continue its words. Starting to hear the sound of sobbing from the daughter of the secretary made Iman overwhelmed with guilt.
“Love, sorry. Don't cry, later I buy a lot of candy, deh,” joked Iman hope his girlfriend entertained. However, Love is even more sobbing, making Faith confused. Duh, if Mr. Baratha sees this, I may be suspended.
“Love, sorry. Actually I wrote the letter. Not that I mean prank, but I hope that by receiving a letter on behalf of Kak Ikhsan, you can always smile every day, bright cheerful like the sun that shines all day.”
Faith paused for a moment while taking a breath. He is waiting for a reaction from love. However, the girl was silent a thousand languages. Only occasionally did he hear the sound of his sobs.
“Love, me, actually likes you. Even now, the feeling still exists, even growing every day. The content of the letter, more or less illustrates my true feelings."
Hearing that, Love sighed many times. The net is getting glassy. Faith scratched her head, the man's feelings were completely erratic, seeing the girl he loved crying. And that's because of him. The guy was upset at himself and felt very sorry for making this plan. Iman had hoped that Love would be happy with his plan. Love took her diary out of the hand of Faith, then got out of her seat and left Faith wallowing in her guilt.
“Man, chase, dong, don't shut up!”
“Astagfirullah, Lang. Elo just like a jelangkung, come uninvited, know already nongol aja. Let's go, Lang.”
“Masa, elo gave up just like that, anyway? Elo suck. That girl likes to be chased. He feels very valuable because it is being fought for.”
“Free, Lang, if I meet him now. Later, deh, if Love is calm, his mind is already cool. At this time, he was again shocked to hear a statement of love from me, fortunately he did not faint.”
“Sip, saucy. As a friend, I am proud of elo.” Gilang patted the shoulder of the friend. The two look to embrace each other.
“Hey, you! Even a hug like Teletubbies in there! Get into the class, the lesson has already begun! You guys intend to skip?” shouted Mr. Sasongko from BP room.
“Buset, his eyes are observant too, huh, Man? Can see us here from his room.” Gilang spoke half a whisper, afraid to be heard by Mr. Sasongko.
“Bapak want to follow? Here, Sir!” cry Faith.
“You want you to law around the field until you go home?”
The voice of the threat of Mr. Sasongko who was more blunt than the first reprimand of the BP teacher, successfully made the two true friends run away to class XI.
