Love for Faith
(Not) My Decision
On a clear Monday morning, Iman was reunited with Love. The beautiful girl waved and smiled sweetly towards Faith. The man's heart rippled, why in the moment when he was about to make a decision, the girl looked even more dazzling? With uncertain feelings, Faith approaches Love.
Duh, how come she's getting prettier, huh? Kayak Barbie live wearing a hijab, muttered Faith after she stood right in front of Love.
Faith observes every inch of the charm that Love exudes through the beauty of its face. Faith felt the thump in her chest racing. Faith misbehaves when her bead eyes collide with Love, making her not dare to look back at Love. Iman then turned his face towards the school field which is still not too crowded.
“Love ...”
“Kak Faith ...”
Faith and Love laugh, for accidentally mentioning their names together. The two of them were embarrassed.
“We are one way, yes, Love? By the way can be together,” said Iman while trying to cover his nervousness.
Love nodded, while still blushing in shame. “Kakak aja first who by the way.”
“Ladies first, dong, monkey last." Faith pointed to his face. "Love first.”
“Kak Iman. What you want to convey is not too important, kok.”
“Oke.” Faith approves the proposal of Love. He looked fixedly at the face of Love, then heaved a heavy sigh.
Duh, I, can't ya, say everything? the Inner Faith.
“Kak, given the chance even silent?” tanya Love breaks the silence. He looked at Faith with a probing look. Love can catch, there is anxiety that Faith is trying to hide.
“Eh, yes, sorry.” Faith waver. “Later in the afternoon, Mr Baratha is at home, isn't he?”
“If there is no meeting, Papa will stay at home, Brother. Why is Brother Nanyain Papa?”
“Kakak can, ‘kan silaturahmi?” ask Faith carefully, fearing Love refuses.
“Bby, bang, Sister. Love wait yes.” Both eyes of Love sparkle beautifully. Faith catches, there's a happy twinkle emanating there. Faith swallows saliva. It seems, it cannot bear to damage the happy twinkle with the thing that will be delivered later in the afternoon.
“Lho, what, dumbass? Love permission, Brother's expression is even mediocre. Brother wants Love nolak?” cecar Cinta was astonished to see the flat look on the face of Faith.
“Masa Kakum should shout, is that it? Can I move this school?”
Love laughs. “Ya, already. There, come in, class, have a bell. Later break, we go to the back garden of the school, yes.”
“Iya,” answered Iman briefly, then walked gontai down the school corridor leading to class XI. The feeling of Faith is growing more and more troubled and afflicted with doubt. Can she end the relationship with Love, for the good of both of them? Faith is really confused. On the one hand the Mother's advice has a point, but, on the other hand, she is not willing to see Love hurt.
“Why, elo, Man? Tangled so? Any more problems with Love?” tanya Gilang saw the face of Faith bent.
“Say break up well, how do you do?”
He was shocked to hear the question of Faith. There was a turmoil that Gilang caught from the look of the face shown by Faith.
“Elo kidding, ‘kan? Just yesterday - yesterday elo said it was better, now there is no rain no wind, elo even how to break. Wonder me. Find the tutorial on YouTube, or ask Google."
Faith ruffled her hair in frustration. “Gue is also confused, Lang. Mother asked me to reconsider this relationship, but, I also can not take off Love just like that. I've already loved.”
Gilang looked pityfully at the Imam, patting him on the shoulder. He felt pity, with the complicated and winding path of love that Faith had to face. As a friend, Gilang knew very well how the struggle of Faith, from the difficulty began to melt the heart of Love. The turn has been made, Faith even has to face even more difficult things.
“Sabar, Man. Hope there's a best way out.”
Faith ignored the comforting words of Gilang. He looked out of the classroom with a blank look, making Gilang more concerned about the fate of the friend.
Two lessons before the hour of rest, passed by Faith without a single one imprinting on her memory. He could not remember all the explanations from the teacher during the four times ninety minutes he passed in the classroom. Now, Iman is sitting in the back garden of the school with a strange feeling.
Usually, in this hour of rest, the moments waiting for the presence of Love, is the moment that makes him the most happy and eagerly awaited. However, for some reason, this time Iman felt his heart was not calm.
“Sister Faith.” The soft voice of Love disperse Faith from her daydream. Faith does not realize that Love is standing before it. Love smiled sweetly while revealing the blue box in her hand. “Nasgor ceplok eggs, yuk eat.” Love sits next to Faith and opens the box. He took out two tablespoons. One spoon, he gave to Faith, and the other spoon Love held.
“Kak, how about diem, aja? Bored yes, almost every day brought nasgor?” tanya Cinta was surprised to see Iman who was just dumb, never scooping his fried rice. He just kept quiet while holding a spoon.
“Eh, no, really, love. This Sister eat.” Faith flinched, then began to feed the fried rice into her mouth. Faith chewed it slowly.
“Kak Iman, how come? Brother sick?” tanya Love breaks the silence created between them.
“Gue, uh, Brother again thrush,” replied Faith accordingly.
“Less vitamin C it.”
“Iya, Love, lack of vitamins Love,” joking Faith trying to melt stiffness.
“Jinak? What is Brother Pet Love?”
“Not, but the figure that fills the heart of Love.” Love grabs the fingers of Faith and grasps them. “Although Love feels Brother changed a little, but Love hope the feeling of Brother still remains the same.” Love further tightens its fingers that are interlocked with the fingers of Faith.
Faith swallows saliva to hear the words Love. It seems, it will be difficult for Faith to end this relationship. How not to be willing to part, huh? The Chief of Faith was getting more and more anxious thinking about this.
***
Faith is in front of the mirror. This time, he dressed up more neatly, until it looked formal. Faith who usually everywhere wear a T-shirt, now prefers to wear a shirt, so that it seems more official. The plan, this afternoon, he will visit the house of Love to meet Mr. Baratha. Even though his little heart was still hesitant, but at the insistence of his Mother and Sister, Iman tried to make a determination.
Accompanied by basmallah, Iman glides with his N Max leaving the house to the residence of the principal who jaim it.
Along the way, Iman felt his heart beating faster. His mouth said prayers, so as to smoothly express the purpose of his arrival to Mr. Baratha. Iman imagined, so groggy, there might be a moment where he fainted in front of the headmaster. I hope it doesn't happen. His shame will multiply, considering it happened in front of Love. I don't know what is in the mind of Cinta also Pak Baratha, if until it happens.
At exactly 16:00, Faith arrived at the house of Love. He stopped his motorbike right at the gate of the house of Love. Faith glanced at the garage. Both of Iman's palms suddenly felt frozen to see Mr. Baratha's car parked in the garage.
Duh, just saw the car, already salting like this. How about facing the same person directly? I'm gonna faint, aren't I? the Inner Faith.
He scanned his face through the rearview mirror, worried that something was reducing his aura of fondness.
This time, yes, that felt Love when I met Mother? Deg-degannya more than fit I turn to Love.
The love that was familiar with the sound of the motor of Faith, seemed restless, realizing that the man was already in front of the gate of his house.
Duh, it turns out Brother Iman kept his promise. About, what would he tell Papa, huh? inner Love restless.
His heart was filled with an uncertain feeling. He glanced at the Papa who was reading the newspaper in the living room while enjoying a cup of coffee. Love then sat beside the Papa, while occasionally directing his gaze out of the house. Mr. Baratha stopped reading and put the newspaper on the table.
“Love, why is such a confused person so?”
“This, Pa, Brother Im ...”
Love sentences are cut off by the sound of knocking on doors and greetings spoken by someone from out there. Love rushed forward, about to open the door.
“Simply, you from earlier and neat. It turns out that someone will visit here.”
Pink spray adorned the face of Love heard the joke that was thrown by Pak Baratha. Love slowly opens the door. His heart cheered cheerfully as the man he was waiting for now stood before him. Faith and Love seem wrong.
“Love ...”
Netra Iman stared fixedly at the puja who looked so graceful with a sky blue Muslim suit. However, he hurriedly took a stand and turned his gaze in the other direction, precisely to the flowers that were planted in pots and placed neatly lined on the porch of the house of Love.
“Suk, Brother. Papa, there, kok.”
Faith and Love stepped closer to the living room, where Mr. Baratha was sitting relaxed on the sofa. Iman kissed the reverence of the back of Mr. Baratha's hand, then sat in front of Mr. Baratha. While Love walks into the kitchen, about to grab a drink and a snack.
“Pak, how are you?”
“Eh, Faith. Alhamdulillah, fine. Also, we met at school.”
Iman lowered his head, not daring to look at Mr. Baratha. The awkwardness is clearly seen between the two. Before long, Cinta appeared carrying a tray containing three glasses of orange-flavored syrup, and some snacks in a jar. He put it all on the table, and Love sat beside the Father. In the heart of Love wonder and be curious about the thing that Faith will convey.
“Come, Man, please drink,” bargain Mr. Baratha.
Iman nodded, then sipped a little orange syrup to reduce the tension that was turbulent in his heart.
“Sorry, Sir. If my arrival is disturbing the Father who is relaxed,” said Iman with stammering.
“Not bothering, really, Man. Not just teachers who are home-visit. Once in a while, it was his student who visited.”
“Thank you, I've been welcome with you.” Iman was moved by Mr. Baratha's warm welcome to him who visited this afternoon. “Father, know, ‘kan if I am the same ...”
“Iya, I know you are lately close to Love,” cut Pak Baratha, make Iman more tense.
“That's exactly, I came here to visit with you. Because, said my late grandfather, a good man is the one who dared to come to the house and meet the parents of the girlfriend.”
Mr. Baratha. The middle-aged man had heard the phrase from the mouth of Lastri, his ex-girlfriend during High School.
“Father happy, you are close to Love, Man. Even though you are in school often punished, but I believe you are a good man, able to take care of Love.” Mr. Baratha was silent for a moment, sighed, then continued his words. “Father is very dear to Love. I'm sure you won't hurt Love. For that, you ask, you take care of Love, yes.” Mr. Baratha grabbed the glass from the table, then gulped it down until the contents were left half. "But, I told you, the courtship is not obscene. Make your partner a moodbooster and support system. I'm sure, you're a clop couple, who can support each other. You see, the evidence. You, Man are rarely punished. And, Love, looks more radiant. Happy, she's."
Deg. Faith swallows saliva. He should be happy to hear the words of Mr. Baratha which means to give the green light to his relationship with Love. However, the advice of the Mother returned tingling, making the wedge in her heart increasingly felt. Ambyar already, all the words that Faith has stacked at home. He glanced towards Love. The two girls' netra sparkled happily, making the feeling of Faith even more tormented.
Waduh, if I believe this, I am the same Love must be backstreet from Mother also Brother Ikhsan, muttered Iman Iirih.
