Love for Faith
A Pretty New Student's
On a clear Monday, the sun shines brightly. However, this beautiful weather is not able to repel the cloudy that adorns the face of Bu Lita. The math teacher, currently in class XI, was sitting in the teacher's chair with a sour face, making the students wonder, what caused their math teacher to mope?
In his hand was a large brown envelope containing PTS. Many times there was the sound of breathing from him. Bu Lita circulated her gaze, looked at the faces of the XI class disciples one by one, then again sighed. The atmosphere in class XI was so tense, more gripping than the guts test event. No one dared to speak. Perhaps, only the rumbling stomach of some disciples who had not yet had breakfast, dared to make a sound.
“Lang, Bu Lita why yes, his face is sad mixed up so upset? As if you are disappointed?” Faith spoke in Gilang's ear in half a whisper.
“Ndon't know, Man. I, ‘kan kayak Bu Lita, can read people's minds.”
Faith looked surprised and in disbelief to hear Gilang's words just now. “What's really, Lang? Miss Lita has the ability to laugh? Just found out, I.”
“Iya, Man. Bu Lita, ‘kan so far has an inner eye, his name is matika” eye science
“Ngaco, i-elo. I think, actually Bu Lita has a science.” Iman grunts annoyed and regrets having responded seriously to the words of his friend kentalnya, which turned out to be just a joke.
Faith menoyor Gilang to vent his frustration, because if held in his regret, he worried growing acne and can reduce the charm of his face that unyu when seen from the Cliffs of the Palace. “Bu Lita does not have math eye science, but has algebra,” timpal Iman responded to the joke Gilang.
“Kok, algebra?” Gilang frowned not understanding the meaning of his sohib words.
“Iya, because Bu Lita taught his mathematics in Bandung. Try if he taught in Surabaya, his name is not algebra anymore, but aljatim,” replied Iman kalem while chuckling slowly. Now, Gilang's turn is upset, making Iman laugh with satisfaction can avenge his frustration on his thick friend.
“Iman, Gilang, I noticed you from earlier whispers continue! Definitely again ngeghibahin Mother, yes?”
Faith and Gilang were mutually elbowed. They simultaneously lowered their faces, as dozens of pairs of classmates' eyes looked sharply at them.
“Tuh, what did I say? Ms. Lita until we find out we've got her again. What else if not for having an inner eye aka the eye of the sun,” said Gilang whispered in the ear of Faith which was responded with a rather hard elbow in the stomach of Gilang. This made Gilang glare at Faith.
Sadist very elo, Man, do not make friends, fortunately my stomach six pack, muttered Gilang while grimacing in pain.
Bu Lita just bobbing head watching the behavior of the close friend duo who often act strangely. He chose not to respond to them. If extended, until the bell is rung again, it will not be finished. Free, just draining his emotions and energy.
“Mother has sad news on this sunny morning.” Bu Lita stopped talking, then let out a long sigh, making the disciples look at each other with his fellow countrymen.
“As your homeroom teacher, I am very disappointed with your math PTS score. So I feel like I have failed to transfer knowledge to you. I don't know in what other way you have to take so you memorize mathematical formulas, as good as you remember the face of a girlfriend and ex who always remembered in memory. And also as great as you are to retell the story of a teenage movie that was played in a favorite cinema to imprint it out of your head.” The math teacher sighed, then took out the answer sheets of the XI class students from inside the big brown envelope.
“Mother is not out of thought, almost all the results of your math PTS fire aka fall apart. Not far from the value of do, re, mi, fa, and the biggest is stuck in the sole. Forgive me!”
All the students lowered their heads, not daring to respond to the scolding of their homeroom who was being hit by that bad mood. If they misspoke, they not only got a clash from Bu Lita, of course, will also deal with Mr. Sasongko.
“Actually, what obstacles make you unable to work on the problems you give? In fact, these questions are not too far away and are very closely related to some of the material that I have explained.”
“Bu, maybe the questions I gave you were too difficult. As difficult as expressing feelings in the scene,” chirp Iman trying to melt the atmosphere. For him, the tension created in the classroom today, makes the comfort zone and the situation in this class is endangered. Evidently, some students, even Bu Lita smiled slightly at the joke that Faith had just thrown.
“Thank you for input Faith. If you do not want to deal with difficult math problems, you can join your 1st grade child. Mostly, it is found with the operation of calculating the addition and subtraction.”
The students of class XI laughed at Bu Lita's words. Only Faith felt struck by Bu Lita's words that were like insinuations to him. The guy was downcast, unable to hide his embarrassment. In fact, he was just trying to restore the classroom atmosphere to be not stiff, normal and fun as usual.
“Ya, already. Today I give you a remedial. I gave you the opportunity to repeat the work. Use this opportunity to improve your grades. You learn from your mistakes, try your best to get better results.”
"Mom, can't it be postponed next week for the remedial? I'm not ready yet." asked Gilang in panic.
"Prepare, where are you going? You want to go home? Gilang, you learn it not only when you will face repetition. Every day you have to learn, so you always remember the knowledge delivered by the teacher," said Bu Lita advising Gilang at length, making the hilarious-looking guy silent a thousand languages.
However, his name was also Gilang, before long, he returned to his voice. “Man, I haven't learned yet. Address my value is getting worse.” Gilang sighed resignedly when Bu Lita began to share question sheets and answer sheets.
“Yes, already, just count the buttons, if difficult.”
“Ah, elo, Man, instead of giving enlightenment even make my brain more blurry.”
“If you want to have a glowing face, use lightening cream.”
Gilang yelled at Iman while pursing his lips, making the laughter of Faith even more explosive.
“Udah, do it, do not need to be so monyong. That's a mouth already like bajaj front bumper aja.” Iman increasingly fiercely meducek Gilang who is ruffling his hair frustrated while looking at the problem sheet. “Don't look at it, look at Naya's photos again. The contents of the answer sheet, later I nyontek.”
“Silence elo, Man! Make my head more dizzy ten around the field Gasibu aja.”
Iman bobbles his head to see the appearance of Gilang increasingly tangled, more than the opaque paper used to count and then squeezed. After Bu Lita handed out the question and answer sheets to all the students, they began to fervently work on the matter. After ten minutes had passed, suddenly there was the sound of the door being knocked from outside. Bu Lita got up from her seat, walked towards the classroom door and opened it. In the doorway, it appeared that Mr. Baratha with a female disciple was standing beside him.
“Man, elo's future-in-law, tuh. Bring a pretty girl. Who's that girl, huh? He's his brother Love, so?” gilang said half-whispering while elbowing the arm of Faith.
Faith stopped working on the matter, then glanced towards the classroom door. “Brothers of faith and demons of water.”
“I mean, if it's his brother Love, it's a girl nothing similar-like elo's girlfriend it.”
“Elo, nyerocos only. I forgot again, this is the same formula about number ten!” protesting Faith while scratching her head, Iman glanced back at the doorway of the classroom, watching the new student's face. "Beautiful girl I am, lah and Love is veiled. That's the value of the plus.” Faith again struggled with the problem sheet, looking up at the classroom ceiling, like thinking hard.
“Indeed elo know how to work on it?” asked Gilang while glancing at the answer sheet of Faith. Gilang question answered with a head grin while grinning. “Heu, Ibro. Same as lying. Elo looking for the formula, elo answer sheet is as clean as mine. Still empty hopping,” gerutu Gilang greas.
“There can I help you with, Sir?” tanya Bu Lita is exactly like the voice of the call center operator.
“Bu Lita, this is my new student in this class.”
“Good, Sir.”
Bu Lita nodded, then Mr. Baratha returned to his room. After the death of Mr. Baratha, Bu Lita invited the new student to come in and introduce himself. The attention of the students now is not focused on the problem sheet, but on the beautiful figure who is standing in front of the class. In fact, some male students there who look start to steal glances and spread charm. Only Faith and Silence are ordinary.
“Greetings, friends, introduce me Chilla Adera. I moved from Jakarta. Friends can ask questions if you want to know more about me," said Chilla, smiling kindly. Feeling given the chance, some of the XI class male disciples who were fascinated with Chilla's beauty, began to ask enthusiastically.
“Chilla, where is his home?”
“How many hp numbers?”
“If shoe number?”
“What hobby Chilla? Who knows we're equal.”
“What's-his-luck? If the same, it's a sign we are a mate.”
Such was the question of some male students of XI class who were trying to get the attention of the new student.
“Already! Stopit! You guys, can't see a little clear, immediately ambyar!” Bu Lita glared at the noisy male disciples. “Focus back the same about you! Get to know later continue in the break!” shouted Bu Lita made the male students who teased Chilla earlier, immediately silenced and re-located on the remedial problem sheet in their hands. “Chilla, you're sitting there yeah, my brother's the same Siti.” Bu Lita pointed to the second row of benches from behind.
“Good, Mom. Thank you.” Chilla walked gracefully towards the bench that Bu Lita showed just now, accompanied by the eyes of some male students who were fascinated by the beauty of the transfer student from the metropolitan city.
“Times you guys work on problems, just 15 minutes left.” The words of Bu Lita, reminding of the rest of the time, are like lightning striking in broad daylight for the disciples who are still struggling with problems, he said, and it became a hard slap for the guys who were busy watching Chilla to immediately wake up and solve the remedial problem that was being faced. They look panicked and confused.
***
The basketball Ikhsan was playing with his old basketball friends, rolled off the court and stopped just below Chilla's feet. The new student stopped his steps towards the cafeteria. Faith that was walking alone with Gilang, immediately immediately immediately helped.
“Eh, let me take.” Faith picked up the basketball and threw it at her. After catching the ball, Ikhsan passed it to Bagas.
“Gas, continue playing first!” Ikhsan walked to the edge of the field and approached Iman. “Man, don't go to the cafeteria first, someone wants me to talk about.”
“Yes, I went to the cafeteria first, yeah, Man. I've been waiting for Naya.”
Iman nodded, then walked over with Ikhsan. The two sisters stood in the doorway of Class XI and looked seriously chatted, not realizing that a pair of beautiful eyes of Chilla was watching them from earlier with her own smiles. After Ikhsan walked to the middle of the court and returned to playing basketball, Chilla approached Iman who was still standing in front of the classroom door.
“You, Faith, yes?” chilla asked after being in the presence of Faith, making Faith undo her intention to go to the class of Love.
Faith widens the view. Happy there is a beautiful girl, new students, also know the ugly from the Japanese cave named Iman.
“Wow, faucet! Elo know my name? Whereas in class, we have not had time to acquaintance.”
“Santuy aja, times. The person in elo shirt has his name.”
“Oh, hehehe.” Faith is scratching their heads and feeling ashamed. Kirain, after going out with her son, will be as famous as Kak Ikhsan.
“Man, I can chat for a moment, no, about ...”
“What's the matter? About remedial. Hadeuh, don't ask me. From 20 questions, the cave can only answer 10.”
“Hahaha, I, ‘kan do not participate in remedial. Tell me who doesn't learn?”
That's bad, girl. Dare to laugh plus pretentious also said I did not learn.
Chilla looked dizzy to the right and left of the class, just like a cat who was afraid of being caught stealing salt fish.
“Heh, even wobble! I was still in front of the elo, not yet blurred,” the joke of Faith that was responded with a blaring laugh from the new disciple. “Buruan, what do you want to talk about? My stomach is hungry, nih.”
“Iya, yes, patience.” Chilla once again dyed, then blushed as she looked at the face of Faith. “We chatted inside, yuk. Let focus.”
Faith nodded, then followed Chilla into the classroom. Not long after, they were already engaged in conversation.
“Kak Iman, this Love ba ...” Love does not continue the word. The beautiful girl stopped her footsteps. He looked sharply at Iman who was busy chatting with a beautiful girl who had never seen Love in school, even Iman sitting next to the girl. Every now and then, there was the sound of their laughter blaring in the XI classroom, as if the world only belonged to the two of them.
“Pantesan, awaited in class, no nongol-nongol! You know again the same new girl mojok, huh!”
Love is increasingly reluctant to see the behavior of his girlfriend who is chatting increasingly familiar with the girl. The net began to glaze over. Love can no longer look at the girlfriend who is so busy chatting, to the point of not realizing the presence of Love on the doorstep of class XI. Love turned around, turned her back on Class XI, and wiped away the clear feathers that had begun to fall on her cheeks.
‘Nih, make Kak Gilang!” Cinta handed a box of fried rice to Gilang who just happened to come from the canteen. The box will Love give to Faith. Love then ran away from class XI, trying to hold back her sobs.
Gilang looked at the back of Love and the box of supplies in his hands with a look of wonder and confusion. Before he revealed a question, the love of the hunt disappeared from view. When Gilang entered his class, he saw Iman was sitting chatting with Chilla, Gilang's question was answered already.
“Euh, Faith, find a thing. He said Love had a plus, but new students were treated as well. Basic, playboy cap satay bunny. May Allah open a direction soon for him,” said Gilang spoke to himself.
The haired man in the middle was shaking his head watching Iman who looked increasingly exciting chatting with Chilla. He decides to drop out of class, looking for Naya and Love in class X. Upon arrival there, Gilang saw Naya trying to ease the cries of Love.
“Love, this is my supply box. I know this is for Iman, so I do not want to eat right him, afraid of stomach pain.” Gilang cengesan saw Naya glaring at him. Then, the cute-faced guy looked at Love with a look of pity. “Udah, Love, don't cry. I'm sure this is a misunderstanding. Faith is very dear to you. He can't possibly turn.”
“Iya, Love, I am also sure, Brother Faith is not as you thought,” timpal Naya while stroking the soft back of his best friend.
“Kak Iman tega, Cinta has been ready to wake up at three in the morning. After tahajjud, immediately make his favorite nasgor. But, he even teased another girl!”
Gilang and Naya looked at each other. It is difficult to counsel a person whose heart is filled with anger. Right now, Love is burning with jealousy, so it cannot deal with this with a cold head. Everything related to Faith, of course, makes the emotions of Love more heightened and spark the fire of hatred. If only Iman was now in front of Love, maybe the girl would throw her boyfriend's face in shoes.
