Love for Faith
Mid Semester Test Has Come
Before starting the Central Assessment Semester or abbreviated as PTS on Monday, all students still have to follow the flag ceremony first, even Mr. Sasongko is ready to inspect, check the order and neatness of the students.
“Miss, where's the hat?” Mr. Sasongko glared at Gilang who was still hiding his hat behind the pocket of his uniform.
“Ready, Sir.” Gilang immediately put on his hat, and looked straight at the front of the school field with a perfect attitude, even though the ceremony had not begun and the leader of the line had not given any cues. He did not dare to glance at Mr. Sasongko who was standing right beside him. The cute-faced guy's guts, afraid this bright morning was shattered by Mr. Sasongko's punishment. In addition, he also felt ashamed if he was punished by the BP teacher. Shame on who else if not the same girlfriend.
“Iman, trim your uniform, put it in, don't get out of it! It looks like an Oppa, but makeup is a mess! Where is the girl who has a crush?” mr. Sasongko's nagging, this time walking closer to Faith.
“Siap, Sir! Who has a crush on me, really, sir.” Faith blinked one eye at Love who was looking at her while putting on a sweet smile.
“You clap at best, Man,” reply Mr. Sasongko, not sure if there are girls who like the same Faith.
“Bapak does not know, yes, if I am caludih aka saucy, funny, deh ih.” Iman responded, not to be outdone by his BP teacher.
Mr. Sasongko shook his head and decided to leave Iman. If until he serves, until the Maghrib reverberates and he breaks the sunnah fast will not be finished. The thick-moustached BP teacher continued his inspection.
“Bagas, why haven't you cut your hair yet? Long time, nih, over the ears!”
“The barber is still closed, sir. Still spoiled bobo same daughter his wife.”
“You, Iqbaal aka Abdul Dilan, why haven't you cut your hair?”
“My subscription barber got hit by satpol PP, sir. I don't know where he moved to. Want to change to another, afraid of failure, later my hair model is strange.”
“Reason, you, Iqbaal! Hence if shaving hair do not in DPR!”
“Kok, in the DPR, sir? Want a plenary meeting?” tanya Iqbaal did not understand while frowning. The other students began to eavesdrop.
“Under the Tree of Leaf, aka on the roadside, so your barber subscription has to be angry. Shave at the barber shop or to the salon.”
“Weight, Sir, pay it can be double of my allowance.”
“Udah, not much reason! For male students who still have not cut their hair until tomorrow, you are not allowed to follow the PTS, including you Abdul Dilan,” threatened Pak Sasongko, his index finger pointing towards Iqbaal, making the man shudder and proud to hear the nickname pinned by Mr. Sasongko on him.
While the girls' students looked at him, because Iqbaal's face, even though viewed from the straw hole, there was no similar-looking characters in the film Milea, the Voice of Dilan. They did not think, maybe his mother Iqbaal ngefans with the cast of the film Dilan, until his son was named so. In fact, the way to write it is the same, use double letter a. However, they are very unwilling to be the heart of Pak Sasongko dub Iqbaal as Abdul Dilan.
“Marina, why is your hair still long?”
“Lah, I, ‘kan gals, Sir."
Mr. Sasongko grinned, then rectified his words, not wanting to look wrong in the eyes of his students. “Yes, but, let it be neat and do not interfere with the eyes when writing, keep you do not get angry during the day, you tie his hair.”
“Ready, Sir.” Marina hurriedly took the hairband from the pocket of her uniform skirt, then piggybacked her long hair.
“Abel, cut the nails! You want a rival who keeps long nails? Would you like to enter the Guinness Book of Records?”
“Sorry, sir, Abel did not have time, because the heartbreak was rejected only by Brother Ikhsan. If you have time, cut Abel's heart aja.”
Mr. Sasongko also chose to pass from the ranks of the students, heading to the front of the field, mingling with the teachers and other school staff. The more days, the behavior of the students is more magical, do they mostly eat micin huh?
At exactly 07:00, the flag ceremony began. All the students of SMAN 6 followed him solemnly. Iman glanced at Gilang whose mouth had been talking indistinctly.
“Elo what, Lang?” Iman asked slowly, curious about the strange behavior of his best friend.
“Gue again said a prayer, Man,” replied Gilang seriously with both eyes closed.
“What prayers?” Faith scrunched his forehead, confused by the words of the friend.
“Pray from My Mom, Man. He said, if you read this prayer before the PTS starts, when we face the questions, the key to the answer has teachers can be seen, you.”
“Dih, ngaco, black. Most if given about multiple choice, elo answer using counting buttons.”
“Yes, if not believe it. But, you want to know, what do you pray?”
“No, elo mah read prayer want to sleep just like eating still like to go back.”
The duo of friends immediately silenced when they realized Mr. Sasongko's sharp gaze in front of the field was pointing at them.
***
After the flag ceremony, all students enter their respective classes to take part in the Middle Semester Assessment. The first day of PTS opened with Indonesian and Mathematics lessons. The atmosphere of the school seemed empty, because the students were solemnly working on the matter. At 11:30, the sound of the bell sounded long, a sign that PTS was over. The students of SMAN 6 came out of the classroom with a messy appearance. The hair is disheveled and many who put on a haggard look, walking with shaky steps and helpless as if the morning had not met with breakfast. In fact, this is just the first day PTS.
“So it's hard huh? To the extent that the prayer from my mother did not work,” Gilang sneer felt his head was still hot due to dealing with the problem of Mathematics a few minutes ago.
“Yes, Lang, it's hard. Bu Lita stingy yes, do not share the answer key.” Faith ruffled her hair in frustration. He also felt his head was still dizzy seven circumference, working on PTS problems from Bu Lita which Iman absolutely did not remember the formula and how to do it.
“If I am, anyway, more chosen to be told to practice sports than do problems, Man,” said Gilang while chugging mineral water in a bottle that had been in his grasp.
“If I, anyway, mending told to make a poem one book with Madam Nadia. I can definitely finish it quickly. Uh, for dong, thirsty me.” Faith snatched the bottle in Gilang's hand.
“Yes, same friends themselves very stingy, just plain water doang. In the bathroom is also a lot of water stock soan, mah.”
“Not so, Man, sorry. This is prayer water, specifically from my mother, so it is smooth to do the PTS.”
“Hahaha, Elo, Lang. I still believe the same. The proof was elo can not understand about.”
Crunching his head while smiling withstood the embarrassment. “Iya, too, yes. Unprovided. Uh, I asked, dong secret to Kak Ikhsan. He eats what the hell, his brain can be so brilliant?”
“The secret is, easy. Elo burned his textbooks to ashes. Well, the ashes were elo mix into black coffee, keep drinking, deh."
“Should be black coffee huh? Can't milk, so?” Gilang frowned, feeling strange with the clever recipe that Faith gave. How absurd is that, huh?
“No substitution, it is a clever ritual ala-ala my sister so.”
“Gue, ‘can not do black coffee, can, yes, be replaced?" said Gilang with a clear face.
“Solar, elo. But the results will not be maximal.” Faith looked amused and tried to hold back the laughter of seeing Gilang-mangut and his face was very serious. It seemed, Gilang was going to try out some strange advice from him. After arriving at the school park, then their unreasonable conversation stopped, both of them showed a side of evil, because there were already two faithful angels waiting for them there.
There, it looks Love put on a grim face, while repeatedly hitting the head with both hands. Faith swiftly blocks the head of Love with both hands, until the blows of Love hit the hand of Faith.
“Why, Honey? Don't hurt yourself like that. If you are upset and need an outlet, hit me hard, sincerely, really, consider me samsak.”
Uhuk, uhuk.
Gilang and Naya spontaneously coughed at the behavior of the two lovebirds.
“Cie, SMAN's Dilan Milea 6, so sweet, uhuuy!” goda Gilang makes the face of Faith and Love immediately met red.
“Hayu, Brother Gilang, go home first, rather than being a goat congek here,” invite Naya to move from her seat while pulling Gilang's hand.
“It looks like they passed the SMA, they went straight to KUA, deh, Nay.” Gilang again joked, not satisfied with tempting the two lovebirds.
“Iya, Brother Gilang, reportedly, the heck they have been approved. It looks like there's a smell of pelaminan, I see."
“The path is getting smoother, dong, Man. Such as driving on the highway, freeway.” Gilang approached Faith and gave his two thumbs up.
“Udah, game, back home, rain hunt!” expel Iman could not stand another joke, which would surely slide from Gilang's mouth, before he was satisfied.
“Rain from Hongkong, hot weather like this.”
“Udah, Brother Gilang, come home. I don't know, they're more expressive. First yes, Brother Faith, Love.” Naya said goodbye as she waved at the two lovebirds. He pulled the arm of Gilang who looked like he still wanted to snatch.
“Don't get to date keblasan, Man. Remember learning for PTS tomorrow, let me cheat!” shout Gilang, making Love and Faith in unison.
“Why, Love, bete so?” tanya Faith saw the face of Love that was still bent.
“Otak Cinta feels hot, Kak ngerjain about mathematics earlier. Love nyesel, do not do it carefully. So, there's a couple of things that are miscalculated, huh. The answer must be wrong!” confide in Love while pursing his lips.
“Udah, the, patient, Love. This, ‘kan new PTS, Assessment Not Serious. There is still a chance to fix it in PAS aka Serious Ratings and Year-End Assessment.”
“Yes, still, Love money if there is a problem that is wrong answer.”
“Yes, already, how else, the rice has become a delicious chicken porridge, just use soy sauce, sambal, on it sow beans, chicken treats, same crackers, constantly stirred, deh. Directly eaten, delicious,” joked Iman hope his lover is entertained.
“Ih, Sister, Love, ‘kan be hungry!” Love hits the arm slowly of Faith.
“Yes, already, we find food first, yuk.”
“But, Love, still thinking about that.”
“Udah, don't think about it. When you want to come to Bu Lita, keep saying, Mom, sorry, I borrowed my answer sheet first, forgot your name.”
“Wah, great idea, tuh, Brother Faith.” The eyes of Love sparkle happily at the suggestion of Faith. While diving drinking water, while writing the name, continue to really deh problems whose answers are wrong.
“It's true, you forgot to affix the name?”
Love looks pensive, trying to remember “Kayaknya not, deh, Sis."
“Ya, already, do not have to regret anymore, meaning that way can not be taken. Next time, do it more thoroughly. Do not imagine the face of Brother if you want to do the matter seriously and correctly.”
“Ih, Sister, Seduction. Yes, deh, tomorrow-tomorrow Love wants to be more careful again digerjain because. Yuk, sister, eat, belly Love already dangdutan “
“Yuk, worms in the stomach of Brother also have protested, from earlier singing rock songs only.”
The laughter of Love exploded hearing the jest of Faith. They then moved from the school park, walking down the field, to the parking lot. Before long, the two had glided with N Max beloved Iman, splitting the path of Pajajaran looking for a place to relieve hunger.
