Love for Faith
Her Love Statement
Iman stepped foot down the school corridor. Along the way to class, his mind was overwhelmed by what he had gone through yesterday. It may not be the same anymore. Faith is sure, Love will surely be reluctant to be close to him again. The girl will put distance with her, the very thing Iman fears. He is more not worried if his feelings are rejected by Love, as long as the girl is still willing to befriend him as usual.
When I was about to turn into XI class, Iman's eyes caught Love talking to one of her classmates on the doorstep of X class. Faith reveals a smile, when the eyes of the two meet. However, instead of returning the smile of Faith, Love turned her face away and entered the classroom. Faith took a long breath. As he expected, the attitude of Love will change. Faith continued her steps uninspiredly. Once again, there was a long breath from the guy.
“Ih, Man. Elo not brush your teeth yet? Or what did you eat last night? Your breath is not good!” hardik Gilang while closing his nose.
Faith turned his head weakly towards Gilang who was already beside him. “Sembarangan elo, say my breath is not good aka smell. Gini-gini also I diligently brush my teeth twice a day as recommended by the doctor,” he replied while entering first into the class, leaving Gilang behind.
Faith put her carrying case on the table and threw her body on the chair. The man's facial sharpness clearly implies that his heart is currently in turmoil. Faith slapped her face between her hands, like a sleepy student and overslept in class.
“Elo, why, Man? Less sleep last night? I saw Elo's face get really tangled. Meet and talk to you again, Love?” Gilang leaned Iman with a number of questions while staring pity at his best friend. This, suddenly made Iman look up to the hilarious-looking guy.
“Elo if it's one-on-one, dong. I, ‘kan so confused, must answer which one first. My face is forgotten ironed.” Iman answered the origin, then his face was face down like the original position. Shortly after, he looked up again. “Oh, yes, I haven't fully answered elo's question. At the door of class X, I saw Love talking to her friend again. I tried to smile at him, but seeing me, he went to class. Looks like, he is indeed keeping my distance, Lang.”
“Not so, maybe his eyes were myopic, until the moment saw elo from a distance, he thought it was not elo,” joked Gilang trying to comfort Iman, hoping that his friend was no longer sad.
“So, he saw me as a ghost, did he? Until you have to run into class?” Faith rattles her hair. He looks really riled up.
“Perhaps, she's peeing again.”
“If kebelet, run not to class, but to the toilet, Lang. That's very clear, he avoids face to face with me.”
Glazed to scratch his head. He also became involved in drifting thinking about the problem of the friend. “Sabar, Man. You have to keep thinking positive. He needs time to digest all this.”
‘Yes, Lang, thanks, always support me.” Faith patted the friend's shoulder. Tumben, this time he was talking real and more mature, muttered Iman while looking at Gilang's face. Until, the next sentence that Gilang uttered, made Iman want to float shoes to the face of the friend.
“If he does not want to see directly the face of elo, Man, elo every day to school wearing a mask aja.”
“Didih, elo think I'm a Masked Hero, what? Elo if you give brilliant advice dong,” sahut Iman while menoyor Gilang.
“Again, elo it's Tuxedo Masked, keep Love it Sailormoon.” It was hard to see Faith pursing her lips. “Handering, Man. Don't be too serious, you'll get old soon. If so, elo kudu wholesale anti-aging skin care to fight wrinkles, hahaha.”
Just as Iman was about to reply, the entrance bell had rung and Miss Aulia was already standing in the doorway of the classroom. Inevitably, Iman sat neatly in a position to pray following the command of the class leader to all occupants of class XI.
It has been 10 minutes of English lessons in XI class. Miss Aulia is currently delivering material on Direct Indirect Speech. Almost all students in the class were serious about listening to the explanation of the English teacher who always appeared in a uniform color cringjreng. Like this time, Miss Aulia was wearing a light pink suit. Shoes and bags are used, have the same color as the suit worn. Every now and then the disciples recorded the material presented in their written books.
However, among the solemn disciples, Faith could not concentrate at all. His mind was always on love. Until, the man did not realize Miss Aulia had called him three times.
“Man, elo called, tuh, ahead.” Silang clasping with his elbow in the hands of Faith, instantly made the guy jerked.
“What, Lang? Just surprise me!”
“Faith, what are you thinking about?” sentak Miss Aulia while looking at Faith sharply.
Faith scratches the head thinking of a reasonable answer. “Nothing, Miss. Just sleepy, little.”
“OK, then, so you don't sleepy. Please come to the front. Write an example sentence Direct with his Indirect Speech.”
Buset, I, ‘kan from earlier do not know what Miss Aulia explained, direct, Indirect, what is it? I have One Direction, Inner Faith. He glanced at Gilang who was sitting beside him. Gilang just put his shoulders down.
“Good luck, Man,” said Gilang encouraging with a slightly slow voice.
It is also free to be the same Gilang, the answer of the child must be ngaco. Although from earlier listening, Gilang's brain must be loading to digest all the explanations Miss Aulia. Finally, resignedly, Iman walked with shaky steps to the front of the class. In fact, he did not know at all what to write the sentence.
Arriving in front of the class, Iman momentarily read Miss Aulia's writing on the board. After seeing the sentence pattern listed there, Iman began to write something.
Faith said, “I love Love.”
Faith said that he loved Love.
“Okay, thank you, Iman.”
After placing the board marker on the teacher's table, Iman sat back on his stool. His classmates were heard talking. In fact, some of them were whispering to each other while staring at Faith.
“Buset, Man, cool elo. Announcing the feeling, to the point really,” chirped Gilang after Iman sat down again next to him. The Korean boyband-looking guy frowned, still did not understand the meaning of the sentence spoken by Gilang just now.
The eyes of Faith were instantly rounded, as she reread her writing on the blackboard. He only realized, if the sentence is interpreted, it is the same as Faith is expressing her feelings for Love. His face was red. He lowered his gaze. Shame on Miss Aulia and her classmates. Who in this school does not know the principal's daughter? Now, everything in this class, so know the feelings he had been keeping secret all this time, except for Gilang.
“Miss, sorry, can I change the sentence?” Faith held up her hands while standing, about to advance to the front of the class.
“Lho, why would you want to be removed? Let's ask your friends' opinions first. How, students, the phrase written Faith? Is it correct?”
All answered correctly. “You see, Faith, there is nothing wrong with the sentence you wrote. This is an example of Direct Indirect Speech in the form of a simple present tense that is converted to a simple past tense. Well done, Iman.”
Faith seemed relieved and repeatedly puffed out her chest, proud. Sometimes his smile was on its back, especially at the whispering. Friends who were prickly too, have been acting ordinary again. Until, the next sentence that slid from Miss Aulia, immediately gave off her smile.
Miss Aulia's words suddenly made all the students of XI class crowded by laughter. Now, dozens of pairs of eyes were directed at him while endlessly laughing. Faith is getting embarrassed. If there was Doraemon, he would ask the cat to take the door out of his magic bag. He wanted to disappear from this class immediately. As his gaze turned towards Gilang, it appeared that his best friend's face was flushed red, holding back a laugh.
Tega, elo, Lang, laughed over the suffering of his own friend, he murmured furiously.
***
“Love! Love!, Faith ...” Gilang moved to Love who was eating batagor with Naya.
“Sister of Faith, why, Sister?” ask Love with a worried face, afraid that something bad will happen to Faith.
Gilang looked breathless. He was unable to continue his sentence, busy making his breathing regular again.
“Nih, Brother, drink first.” Naya pulled out a bottle of mineral water whose contents were only half. Gilang directly chugged it up the toilet.
“Still, Naya, Darling.” Gilang looked towards the lover with a gentle gaze that was answered by a sweet smile.
“Aduh, filming his romantic story later first, dong.!” say Love. The woman's mind was really afraid to immediately find out about the things that happened to Faith. “Sister of Faith, why, Sister?” Love repeats the question.
After his breathing was regular, Gilang started telling stories again. “Iman fights, in the back garden of the school.”
“Hah, fighting? Same who? Continue to do what?” Love jerks. He felt disbelief, the guy who yesterday had been familiar with it, could get into a fight.
“Sama Kak Bagas, class XII. I don't know what the problem is between them. Going there, yuk.”
The forehead of Love frowned, trying to remember something. Bagas Mahesa, class XII, the guy who often sends him whatsapp chat and openly expressed his feelings to him. However, Cinta was not at all respectful, because, he was a senior who had snapped at Cinta on the third day of MOPDB and almost punched her in the face because Cinta exposed the act of smoking Bagas in the cafeteria.
“Ayo, don't be dumb. Poor Brother Iman, battered hunting so lontong greens.” Naya clenched her best friend's arm.
Rushing the three of them towards the back garden of SMAN 6. There, Iman and Bagas seemed to be struggling greatly. Gilang first approached and tried to separate the two disciples who were struggling. However, Iman and Bagas are difficult to divorce, because the emotions of both are mounting.
“Stop!” The cry of Love managed to make the two stop the fight. The Breath of Faith and Bagas.
Faith wipes the blood that comes out of her mouth. Bagas did the same. He rubbed the blood coming from his nose.
“What's the problem, this?” tanya Cinta while looking sharply at Iman and Bagas, making the two men shriveled, looking down at the garden soil. They dare not look back at love.
“Jawab!” exclaim Love makes Faith, Bagas, Naya, and also Gilang surprised to congregate. Buset, pretty-beautiful, really, fierce? That was the fourth heart sound.
“Sorry, Love, I don't want him to be together elo. Lately I see, he's bothering you. Bener, ‘kan? That's why I fight. Trying to protect elo from a guy like him.”
Bagas's remarks offended Faith. His hand pulled the collar of Bagas' uniform. “Sembarangan elo say I'm a little. What right elo to forbid me deketin Love? Elo's boyfriend? Mr. Baratha aja selow.”
“If I like the same Love, elo want what, huh!” challenge Bagas. The two back to fighting. Fortunately, Gilang swiftly passed it.
“Already, already. Instead I was disturbed by the chat-chat that Brother sent to me. Sorry, Brother Bagas, Brother must know, if I like Sister Iman. I don't mind if he takes me. Made his girlfriend even I want.” Love looked gently at Faith as her lips covered a very sweet smile. The heart of Faith beats fast.
The utterance of Love makes all present there feel disbelief, especially Faith. He pinched his own cheek, worried that this was just a dream. But apparently he felt pain. That means he's in the real world.
“Lang, please hold me, lemes nih.” Faith held Gilang by the shoulder, so that he would have the strength to stand.
“Heu, Ibro, Love express feelings, elo not even powerful, like not eating a week aja.”
“Oke, I give up. But if you dare to hurt Love, I will make the same calculation elo! I'm not afraid, even though you're Ikhsan's sister!” hardik Bagas with his index finger pointing right at the face of Iman, making the boy's eyes glare at Bagas.
“Selow, Gas, stock girls still flocking.” Gilang tried to mediate. He lowered Bagas' index finger and kept him away from the face of Faith.
“What are you guys doing there!” An unfamiliar voice was heard, jolting them. That means, if dealing with the owner of the vote, they will face a punishment. Mr. Sasongko approached them with a ruffled waist. After approaching, the BP teacher observed their faces one by one.
“Bagas, Iman, why are your faces so battered? You guys fight?” asked Mr. Sasongko while looking at them with a probing look.
“No, really, sir. We were playing cats in the garden. Because we accidentally stepped on our own shoelaces, we fell. Right, ‘kan, Sis?” Faith answered as soon as she put her arm around Bagas' shoulder.
“I .... Yes, Mr.” Bagas smiled and returned the embrace of Faith. Both look very familiar, even though there has just been a fistfight. Love, Naya, and Gilang held back laughter at their strange and clumsy behavior.
“So you can just believe? Play with cats, like an SD kid. Bagas, Faith, stand in the field and respect the flag until the hour comes home! Tell who to jotos? You want to be a hero!” Mr. Sasongko glared at Iman and Bagas, then passed from there.
Bagas and Iman look limp. The two walked toward the school field, preparing to serve the sentence. While Love, Naya, and Gilang return to their respective classes.
Even though the weather is hot, for Faith, this punishment is the most beautiful and pleasant to live. Moreover, when opening his phone and reading the chat sent Love, the flowers seemed to bloom around where he stood.
Sis, I'll go home with ya. Let's talk more about what I said. Love's.
