Love for Faith

Her Papa's Hatred

Back at school this afternoon, Iman and Gilang were seen in the cafeteria. They are enjoying orange juice mixed with milk with true pleasure, because given the hot weather, this drink is very fitting and fresh to quench thirst. In addition to enjoying a drink to wet the throat that feels dry, these two best friends are waiting for their girlfriends out of class.

“Hey, Gilang, thirsty anyway thirsty, but my drink is not spent, dong!” iman cried when he saw the glass of orange juice was empty. In fact, it was still the remaining half.

“Enak aja mengudu. Check under the glass, leaking, kali.” Gilang replied with origin while grinning.

“Truly, not elo who drinks?”

“Not, Man, sweat. I, ‘kan earlier order drinks too. The glass is so big as gaban. My stomach can be bloated drinking that much. My drinking time has me, plus have elo too?”

Faith narrowed her eyes as she watched the empty glass. “Keep, who, huh drank my strawberry juice? Pussy with his kids, is that it?”

“Cock strawberry juice, anyway? Milk orange juice!” errat Gilang's. Spontaneous, the cute-looking guy covered his mouth with both hands.

Faith smiles cynically. “Kok, know milk orange juice? In fact, I haven't told you what my drink is, you know before.” Eventually the trap set by Faith managed to outwit Gilang.

“Smart too, elo, Man. It managed to trap me. As an apology, I paid, deh, elo.” drinks

“Alhamdulillah, the sustenance of righteous children is indeed nowhere. Natur nohun, Lang.” Iman smiled with satisfaction as he patted Gilang's shoulder which was responded with a grim and sorry face from Gilang. Without them knowing, Love and Naya are already in front of them.

“Kak Iman, sorry long wait,” greet Love while sitting next to Iman.

“Iya, nih, Silang Gilang, sorry for a long time, where hot again,” Naya said to Gilang while wagging her hands.

“No, long, really. Go home now, or want to buy a drink first?” Faith looks at the face of love. I want him to wipe the sweat that soaks the lover's forehead. But for some reason, he did not dare.

“Go home, deh, brother. Worry Papa saw us.” Love took her eyes all over the school. It seems, the Papa and the teachers have not yet gone home. “Kak, later as usual, yes, descending in the alley, do not get too close to home.”

Faith nodded. This is what it feels like backstreet, pounding and having to be careful, more tense than being chased by debt collectors, the inner Faith is soft, then thrusting a helmet to Love.

“Sabar, Man, I'm the same as kayak elo, stealth.” As if reading the mind of Faith, Gilang tried to comfort his friend. He himself is not much different from faith. Although He and Naya were made first, but to this day, Gilang and Naya are still living it secretly, without knowing her parents or Naya.

Before long, the two teenage couples left school, along the road Pajajaran crowded with various vehicles. The blazing weather, did not melt the happiness that emanated clearly on their faces.

“Love, if you are afraid of falling, you may hold onto me,” cried Faith among the roar of the vehicle.

“What do you mean, Kak?” Love looks confused and feels awkward.

“It, like Gilang and Naya.” Faith and Love turned at the same time towards Gilang and Naya who were not too far away from them. It appears that both of Naya's hands are holding tightly to Gilang's waist.

“Like that, Brother? Can?” ask Love shyly.

“Ya, can, dong. Instead of later fitting I ngerem suddenly, you are shocked, keep falling. Can-can Pak Baratha get me out of school, because it does not deliver you safely to the destination.”

Laughter of Love exploded hearing the joke that was thrown by Faith. With hesitation, Love reached out her hand and hugged the waist of Faith from behind. Suddenly, the heart of Faith was beating fast. His concern seemed to soar into space, when Love increasingly tightened his embrace. How, I feel again shooting Dilan films, huh? The only difference is that it does not rain. If it rains, even kayak again play Bollywood films, hehehe.

After delivering Cinta up to the alley near her home complex, Iman drove his motorbike to his beloved home with an increasingly happy feeling.

“Assalamu aleikum, Bund. Someone calls for a PDAM!” iman as soon as he got home.

“Waalaikum greetings, feeling this month Mother has paid, kok.”

“Handering, Bund. This is no letter from school.” Faith kisses the back of the Mother's hand and pulls out a letter from the bag, then gives it to the Mother.

“Astagfirullah! What case did you make, to the extent that Mother was called to school?” Bu Lastri glared at Iman while holding onto his thumping chest.

“Ih, Mother, don't suudzon just yet. Here, the invitation letter to attend the Middle Semester Assessment preparation meeting, tomorrow.”

“Oh, cyrain.” Mrs Lastri took the letter out of the envelope and started reading it. Looks like the Mother was not as sweet as before, now looks more relaxed. “Lho, headmaster change, Man?”

“Iya, Bund, just six months. Mr. Baratha, his papa is the same selfie Iman. Doain yes, Bund, let the future in-laws of Faith bless.”

Deg. Baratha Yudha, could it be the same man I used to know? muttered Bu Lastri while looking at Faith who stepped into her room. Memories of the past flashed in the woman's mind.

SMAN Hall 6 has been overcrowded by parents of students from class X to class XII who were invited to the Middle Semester Assessment (PTS) preparation meeting. Ikhsan and Iman are represented by the Mother, Miss Lastri. All the parents of the students were gathered in the school hall which was indeed large, so that it could accommodate many people.

Mr. Baratha was the speaker at the meeting. As the man advanced to the podium, Bu Lastri looked surprised to see the figure of Pak Baratha. The man, it turns out .... Does he still remember me?

Netra Bu Lastri was glued to the figure who was talking on the podium with great dignity. The woman continued to focus on every movement of Mr. Baratha. He still remained as he used to be, cold, rarely smiling.

Benak Bunda Ikhsan and Iman again wandered on the memories with the figure of the principal of his two children. The past that inflicts wounds on the heart of Mr. Baratha. This makes Bu Lastri always overshadowed guilt until now in the man who once filled the niche of his heart. Bu Lastri believes, Mr. Baratha also if he meets him, the mind of the man will re-open his memory at a time when they were once bound by a close relationship.

Fortunately, during the meeting, Bu Lastri sat on the bench almost to the back, so that Mr. Baratha was not aware of his presence. It makes Bu Lastri feel a little relieved, and try to look calm listening to every explanation of Mr. Baratha, although in fact his heart and feelings are uncertain, he said, unable to catch every sentence the man was saying.

“Man, where's your girlfriend? Know atuh the same Mother. In the photo is unclear. Mommy wants to see the original, “ pinta Bu Lastri after the meeting is over.

“That, Bund, which is near mading. Yuk to it.” Faith led her mother to approach Cinta who was chatting with her friends near the school. Seeing, Faith and the Mother approach Love, one by one Love friends disperse, as if understanding the situation.

“Love, knowin, this is my Bundaku,” says Faith after being in the presence of Love. The beautiful girl immediately kissed the back of Bu Lastri's hand with reverence.

“God, meuni geulis pisan, Man. You are pinter, not wrong to choose.” Bu Lastri was stunned by the beauty and manners of Love. “What's the name?”

“Love, Bu.” Love answers slowly and misbehavior to meet the Mother of Faith.

“Not to be shy, just think of this as your own mother. Call Mother, yes, like Faith. Yes, let's be more familiar so.”

Love nodded. Faith is very happy because the Mother seems to give the green light to her relationship with Love. He just had to think of the right way to melt the heart of Mr. Baratha to be willing to accept him who has been dating his daughter.

When they were busy talking, came Mr. Baratha. The captain looked extremely shocked, seeing that the woman who had filled his heart in the past was now in front of him. In his heart, he admitted this woman now looks more beautiful with her hijab.

“La, Lastri?”

“Baratha?” Miss Lastri looked surprised, but she tried to look ordinary. The blue-hijab woman reached out to the SMAN 6.

“How are you? Two of my sons go to school here, Ikhsan and, this is Iman.” Miss Lastri looked at Mr. Baratha's face. The woman hoped that, even though Mr. Baratha had been hurt by him years ago, hopefully, the man had made peace with his feelings.

However, unexpectedly, Mr. Baratha's face implied anger. Let alone welcoming the helping hand of Bu Lastri, the captain looked sharply at the woman who had once adorned the recesses of his heart. Instantly the pain and wounds that were once scratched in the heart of Mr. Baratha reappeared. Bemoan.

“Love! Listen to Papa carefully! You can hang out with anyone. Provided not with Ikhsan the same Faith!”

Love, Faith, and Bu Lastri were shocked to hear the anger of Mr. Baratha. The Mother may know why the attitude of Mr. Baratha so. But Love and Faith do not understand.

“But, why, Pa?”

“Do not argue, or Papa will move you from this school!” firmly Mr. Baratha while walking towards his office.

How surprised the beautiful girl was, because only this time she saw her father angry like that. The net began to glaze over. He ran to his class. The heart of Faith was very sad to see her heart cry. However, the man wondered in his heart, why Mr. Baratha hated Mommy so much, Brother Ikhsan, as well as himself.

“Bund ....” Before Iman could ask further, the woman he loved so much withdrew her hand and brought home with tears.

Meanwhile, in the classroom, Love spills her grief and tells her all about her best friend.

“Why, Nay? Why is it that when I feel comfortable with someone, Papa forbids? Am I wrong in love with faith? Why does Papa hate Faith? Faith never hurts me, she always makes me happy. How am I supposed to do, Nay?” The cry of love is breaking. Naya looked at the pity of her best friend and tried to ease the cries of Love.

In the grab car rented by the mother, the woman did not talk much. Faith knows that her mother's heart is now breaking, as her tears are ceaselessly pouring down her cheeks. Although a certain amount of wonder and curiosity rained down on him, Iman did not dare to ask. The man can only hold your hand and stroke it gently, hoping that the turmoil that struck his mother will soon disappear.

Upon arrival at home, Mommy goes straight into the room and closes the door tightly. Ikhsan, who had gone home first and was having lunch, looked astonished and curious at the attitude of the Mother.

“Man, Mother why?” Ikhsan stopped his lunch, then approached Iman who was sitting pensively on the sofa of the living room.

Faith shrugged her shoulders as the answer. The two sat pensively on the sofa while occasionally glancing towards the tightly closed door of the Mother's room. They expect the beloved woman to come out of there. Then, Iman told me about the incident that had taken place at school.

The two beloved sons of the Mother were silent, dissolving in their own minds and trying to guess what made Mr. Baratha behave so to their Mother.

It seems, it will be difficult to get the blessing of Mr. Baratha, the inner Faith.