Love for Faith
Jealous
“Love, Brother cariin to the canteen, uh it turns out to be stuck here.”
Seeing Love cry Faith put the brakes on her steps, then quietly fixated on the doorstep of class X. Wracked with worry, he rushed to Love.
“Love, why are you crying? You sick? Want Brother to drive home?” Iman leaned Cinta with a number of questions while looking compassionately at her sobbing boyfriend. “Gilang, Naya, elo both ngebully Love, yes, until weeping like this?” ask Faith, this time not aimed at Love. However, the three people Iman spoke to did not speak, making Faith even more confused and wondering.
“Love, Honey, don't cry anymore. You still bring nasgor telor ceplok, ‘kan? We eat together in the back garden of the school, yuk,” take Iman with a plain face and still feel innocent.
Hearing the words of Faith, the cries of Love exploded. The priest scrunched his forehead, completely clueless with something that was raging in the heart of his lover.
“Love spared, dong, crynya. Later Brother buyin candy lolly shaped Minion. That too if there is, hehehe.” Faith scratched her head. He was completely confused, because Cinta, Naya, and Gilang compact did not speak a word.
Love looked at Faith sharply, making the man's guts faint and looking down straight at the classroom floor. “Love, Tell Brother, who has disturbed you? Later I ask Mr. Baratha to give me a warning letter, so I get suspended.” Faith keeps throwing jokes, usually anyway, this can provoke Love to respond and always succeed in making Love laugh again, even though the girl is in a high level bad mood situation. However, this time, the allegations of Faith apparently missed. Love looked at him with a sharp look. Love rose from his seat and looked at the face of Faith with a stern look.
“Kak Gilang, take her out of here,” Cinta said on the sidelines sobs her tears. The index finger of Love points directly at the face of Faith.
“Love, why? What's the matter? Wrong Brother what?” Faith grabs the fingers of Love, about to grasp them, but Love swiftly brushes aside the hand of Faith. “Love, don't use emotions, we'll talk about it carefully. If you have something wrong, talk Love, let Brother fix.” Faith looks at Love with a hard look. He swallowed the saliva looking at the attitude of Love that seemed to hate him so much. That guy really can't make jokes anymore.
“Sister Gilang, take him away from here!” shouts of Love, still with a sharp gaze, sharper than the kitchen knife that had just been sharpened.
“But, Love, why? What wrong sister? Back to school, we meet in the back garden. We will speak from heart to heart."
Love does not speak the word of faith. The girl looked the other way, still standing, and both hands clenched, as if holding back an outpouring of emotion. Naya codes with a head motion on Gilang to bring Faith out of class X. Like a laptop connected to school wifi, Gilang immediately captures the signal that Naya shows. Rushing Gilang pulled out the hand of Faith and took her out of the classroom.
“Udah, Man, yuk. I'll explain later in class.”
“But, what's my fault, Lang? I am not calm. Not usually Love behaves like this I.” Faith is roughing her hair. After the two of them were in XI class, Iman threw his body on the bench. He slapped his face between his two arms that were criss-crossed on the table.
“Man, it was during the break, Love saw you talking to Chilla. I think he's jealous, Man.”
“Gue don't talk to both. In class there are some of our friends too, kok.”
“Man, I'm just the best friend of elo, see Chilla same elo chat familiar so, it feels very anxious! If only elo was a head louse, I have eradicated it until it runs out.”
“Elo so far see I was just chatting?”
Gilang. “Gue aja who does not have the slightest feeling the same elo, the reaction is like this, let alone girl elo.”
Faith breathed a heavy sigh. Forgive me, Brother Love. Iman repeatedly muttered an apology to the lover. The sad face of Love that tears, making Faith feel more guilty. In my heart, Iman is determined, coming home from school, she must explain everything to Love so that there are no misunderstandings.
“Eh, by the way, what did you talk to the new kid? I noticed that both of you are really excited. The world seems to belong to both, the other moves to the planet Mars.”
“Kepo, i-elo. There are deh, RHS, aka secret.” Faith laughed seeing Gilang pout. Even though the heart and mind of Faith are very confused aka chaotic, he tried to entertain himself.
“Elo boasting. Potatoes snatched the same two beautiful girls. There is a C duo among Faith, Love and Chilla. Not to mention Chiko who is destined to mate with elo, know the taste of elo!"
“Ye, julid very elo. If I'm the same Chiko, when oranges eat oranges?” Faith laughed and her laughter spread to Gilang, whose frown disappeared from nowhere. “Elo believe, ‘kan, Lang, if I have nothing with Chilla?”
“Time to me explained? Elo's girlfriend is love, not me. If I believe it, but before you explain to Cinta mah, do not say. Still elo both will be a ceasefire only. Don't let you get away from Love, Man. Elo struggle to get his heart, not easy, ‘kan? Elo later regretted if he wasted the sincerity of Love,” bright Gilang at length, trying to advise Faith, so that his friend was not plunged into a perverse path.
“Iya, Man. I understand. I love very much the same love. He will never be replaced in my heart.”
“Sip, saucy. I like the style elo.” Gilang held out both thumbs of his hands. Before long, the two made a tos move.
The break bell is over, it sounds loud. The students who crowded the school cafeteria, began to return to their respective classes. If Faith can propose, it would be like the bell to come home immediately. I can't wait to meet the idol, remove his sad cry and replace it with a happy laugh.
The long-awaited end lesson bell has been rung in length. All of SMAN 6 students were scattered out of the classroom, preparing to go home. Some are waiting for an invitation on the side of the road, some are heading to the parking lot to pick up their motorbike or car, some are still sitting around at school. All have the same goal, go home, have lunch, release hunger and thirst, also rest to relieve fatigue because the day is struggling with lessons.
Iman and Gilang walked together towards the back garden of the school. They sat on a park bench, waiting for their girlfriends. Gilang looks very relaxed waiting for Naya to come out of her class, while Iman looks restless.
“Liet aja, Man. Saltingnya elo it, kayak time still pedekate the same Love.” Gilang patted Faith on the shoulder, trying to make her friend feel a little relaxed.
“Gue Nervous, Lang.”
“Yes, his name is also elo got it wrong, obviously aja nervous.”
“Man ...” A soft voice from behind them, made the two of them simultaneously turn their heads. Apparently, the voice belonged to Chilla. The new student stood up while putting on a sweet smile. Faith and Gilang were stunned at a glance, but both hurriedly beristighfar and looked the other way.
“Iman, no more hurry, ‘kan?” chilla asked, still putting on her deathly smile.
“Eh, no, really. Yes, ‘kan, Lang?” Faith covered her nervousness by being forced to look at the face of Gilang that had no saucy in the eyes of Faith. The guy was wondering, why would Naya want to, so Gilang's girlfriend? Naya's eyes have been myopic or flickering something until they can be fascinated with a Gilang? Or maybe Naya got pellets? Faith laughed to herself, making Gilang frown.
Faith, look at my face laughing so. Is my face funny? Or is he cheating on me again? Or is he just realized, has a friend as handsome as a Korean Oppa? muttered Gilang in heart, trying to guess the meaning of the laughter of Faith.
“Gue can chat for a moment, no, Man?”
“I mean, chat three?” tanya Iman did not understand the meaning of Chilla's words just now.
“No, same elo doang, Man. Sorry yes, Gilang, I borrowed first friend elo,” pinta Chilla while putting on a pleading face.
“Oke.” Gilang got up from his seat. “Inter, yes, Chilla. I want to talk to you first Iman.” Gilang drew the hand of Faith, a little away from Chilla.
“Be careful, Man. These aggressive girls are more dangerous than viruses that attack computers. Watch out, elo, don't be so good-looking. Although polygamy is not prohibited, I am sure, Love will not be combined.”
“Elo by the way, anyway? What if we have a boyfriend, we have to choose friends and limit relationships? No, ‘kan? I also know the limits. Make friends with anyone, which is important, the heart still makes Love a.”
“So much elo, deh. I am ngingetin. Do not let there be any misunderstanding again the same Love.”
“Yes, not going. After this I explained everything to Love. Everything will be fine.”
Gilang decided to leave. He stepped away from Iman and Chilla who seemed to start having a chat on the park bench. After forty-five minutes, Chilla left first.
However, from a distance, it appears that Love is about to approach Faith, undo its steps and turn away. Heart of Love is sick, instead of getting an explanation from Faith, he again saw Iman sitting together and chatting in the park with the girl. Faith, aware of the presence of Love, runs after it.
“Love! Waitaminute! Let Brother clear first!” screams Faith while running to pursue Love that runs further away. Let alone responding, turning to Faith, not Love doing. The more Faith pursues it, the more Love accelerates its pace. When the steps of Faith almost approached Love, unfortunately, before Faith could explain all these misunderstandings, Love hunted into the car Mr. Baratha.
“Sial!” Faith ruffled her hair in frustration. Love, forgive Brother. Please, give Brother a chance to explain everything. Fear immediately ambushed. Faith is worried, Love will break with her.
“Kunaon, Jang? Meuni run? Another marathon workout, huh? Don't walk this road. Stay there in Gor Pajajaran.” A beggar about fifty years old who was on the sidewalk, greeted Faith who was walking in an uncertain direction.
Faith, whose mood is in turmoil, chooses not to respond. Before it passed, he reached into the pocket of his uniform pants and took out a piece of ten thousand money. Faith gave the money to the beggar.
“No change, Jang.”
“Take all, Sir.”
“Alhamdulillah, satur nuhun, Jang. Hopefully the woman you are looking for, can open her heart soon.”
Faith smiled slightly and nodded towards the beggar. Perhaps this father had been watching the movements of Faith, until he could comment so. Iman stepped back into the school parking lot. Shortly afterwards, he glided with his beloved N Max, splitting the path of Pajajaran with a feeling of emptiness. No laughter, no jokes, no gentle voice of Love. Quiet, quiet, even in the middle of crowds and traffic jams.
