Love for Faith
A Love Poem For Her
After a week, all students of SMAN 6 struggling with PAS problems that cause the situation to be tense, now they look more relaxed. After PAS is over and before the report distribution, students take part in Sports and Arts Week activities or abbreviated as Porseni between classes, for the next seven days. This activity is also known as a quiet week. Various sports and arts activities are organized in the form of race events.
The sports contested on the Porseni include football, basketball, chess, athletics, and tug of war. Meanwhile, for his art held painting competitions, poetry reading competitions, and singing competitions. Each race has its own execution schedule. The atmosphere in the school became very lively with the sounds of laughter, mixed with shouting, and also the crowded chatter of the students who crowded. All the sounds were jumbled creating frenzy and noise in every corner of the school. Every student is busy with their own business. In fact, there are also those who just gather in front of the class.
Love is designated to be a sexy show that handles painting competitions and poetry readings. Every student who is interested in participating in both branches of this art competition, register themselves with Cinta who is already standby at the registration table placed in front of the classroom used for both competitions. Every now and then, his hands were busy recording the name of the student, on the list of participants, and sorting out which one participated in the poetry reading competition and which one participated in the painting competition.
“Lintang Larasati Love, sexy poetry and painting contest, hahaha.”
Cinta looked up and found Naya had stood in front of Cinta and read the committee name tag whose strings were clad in Love's neck, until her name tag dangled to half her body.
“You, have the heart, do not help Love.” Love pursed her lips.
“I don't need to register as a sexy show too, it's sexy from birth,” joked Naya makes Cinta laugh again. Before long, the hand of Love began to write again on the page list of contestants.
“Cie, who is busy,” said Gilang who just came and now stands beside Naya.
“You want to register a race, Nay? Brother Gilang also, register yes, let the number of participants more and more,” pinta Cinta while tapping the bolpoint on the table.
“No, we are both cheerleaders. Yes, ‘kan, Nay?” Gilang menjwil chin Naya who was replied with a sweet smile from the girl.
“Iya, we are the task to encourage you who are carrying the trust, let it smoothly.”
“Aamiin. Thank you, Nay."
Gilang pulled out the mobile phone vibrating in his pants pocket. For a few seconds, he seemed to be observing the lighted screen, reading the incoming chat. “Cinta congratulations on duty yes, keep the spirit, do not lackluster, because soon Kakang Prabumu headed here.”
“Kak Faith? From then on Love did not see him wara-wiri at school, deh." Love dyedukan looking for the figure that meant Gilang.
"Yes, Iman just chatted and told me to convey his encouragement for you. He said he didn't want to bother the busy Elo. Therefore, he does not directly chat elo," explained Gilang while showing the Whatsapp chat from Iman. Love smiles herself read it.
“Patience, Love, Brother Faith again OTW, aka Oh Wait Weh. Just wait, it'll be nongol soon. Sure, deh, Brother Iman will not be strong to resist longing. Want to see you soon," entertain Naya make Love blush in shame. "Sir Gilang, to the cafeteria, yuk, hungry." This time Naya spoke to Gilang while holding her boyfriend's arm. “Love, you want to nitip something, don't you?”
“Neventless. I'm already consumed, kok.” Cinta brandished a medium-sized cardboard box whose contents stayed mineral water glass packaging only and a few small plastic wrap, used salty and sweet snacks.
“Yes, already, we go to the cafeteria first, yes.” Naya waved at Cinta, then passed with Gilang leaving Cinta who returned to pursue her duties.
“What's the name?” tanya Cinta while continuing to look down, not one bit looked up at the disciple who was now standing right in front of her. The hand of Love is still busy taking notes.
“Fans weighing Love Latitude Larasati.”
Hearing a familiar voice in his sense of hearing, Love immediately looked up. “Kak Faith? Where the hell is it? Kirain is not going to school.”
“Kangen yes?” god of Faith, and managed to create a pink tinge on the white cheeks of Love. “Name of Brother Yes, Iman Dwi Wicaksana, class XI, would like to join the poetry reading competition.”
“Serious, Brother?” Love widens his eyes. He did not immediately write the name Iman on the list, worried that his girlfriend was just joking.
“Iya, seriously.”
“Truly, Brother?” ask Love to be more convincing if Faith is not joking.
Faith answered with a steady nod, while Love looked at the face of Faith with a probing gaze. Seeing the earnestness shown by the look on the face of Faith, finally Love recorded the name of Faith on the list, then gave the number of participants from a carton formed by a circle on Faith. Now, the man has officially become one of the participants of the poetry reading competition.
“Nonton, yes, Love. Poetry that you will read later, it is special for you.” Faith winks one eye while taking the participant card from the hand of Love, then goes into the class.
***
At exactly 10:00, the poetry race began. Cinta, Naya, and Gilang were already sitting on the row of spectator benches. While the participants sit on the right row of the spectator bench. Love looked agitated, both her palms wet. Love is impatient, waiting for Faith's turn to be called forward.
“Quiet, Love. Faith is good at making acrostic poetry. I'm sure he'll win. His poetry is always good. I don't know, now he wants to read poetry in what language. Anyway, every told to make a poem, Iman is indeed the champion, want Sundanese, Indonesian, or English, he jabanin."
Love widens the eyes of disbelief with the fact of Faith that it has just known today. He did not expect, Faith turned out to have pent-up talent. “That's true, Brother?”
"Yes, he actually likes Indonesian lessons the most, anyway. The value is always good in this one lesson. In fact, he often pranks poetry for Miss Nadia.”
“Oh, yes? How did Miss Nadia react?” tanya Love enthusiastically.
“Ge-er at once angry. That is why he is often punished. I also got involved. Compact, punished together."
Love and Naya are unable to hold back the laughter of hearing the story of the ignorance of Faith. Who told you who was the teacher? So, get punished.
Finally, it was Faith's turn to be called to the front of the class. Faith moved from her seat and advanced to the front of the class with a calm expression. Before starting to read his poetry, Iman glanced at Love while throwing his sweetest smile to the idol.
“Assalamu alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.” Faith was silent for a moment waiting for her greeting to be answered by all present in this class. “I Faith Dwi Wicaksana from class XI. On this scorching afternoon, as hot as a heart burning with jealous flames, I will recite a short acrostic poem of my work, which I dedicate to someone who is also present here.” Faith glanced back at Love. The views of these two lovebirds clashed with each other, and both of them threw the most beautiful smiles. “Don't be seen from the short length of a work. Even though my poem is short, its meaning is not as short as its content. Hopefully my poem can cool the situation that is angry, due to the fierce sunlight this afternoon. Bismillah.”
Our Love
I am for daughter we had along the way
O is for optimism you gave me every day
V is for value of being someone that I adore
E is for eternity. A love that has no end.
(Source: https://kincet.com/puisi\-bahasa\-inggris/)
“Thank you, wassalamu alaikum warahmatulli wabarakatuh.” Iman bowed to the audience, then returned to his original seat accompanied by the sound of applause from the audience, participants, and also the judges of the competition consisting of Indonesian, English, and English teachers, and also the regional language. Love looks towards Faith while not ceasing its own smiles, fascinated by the beauty of every strand of the word that Faith strives in its poetry.
At 15:00, Porseni's activities ended. However, the announcement of the winner of the race will only be held on Saturday, as well as the distribution of reports and also the closure of Porseni activities. Faith and Love have been down the road Pajajaran by motorcycle.
“Where was the poem? Like?” yelling Faith racing with the roar of the vehicle engine.
“Like it, Brother. Romantic poetry. Love sure, Brother must be the champion.”
“Neither being a champion is okay. The important Love likes.”
“Let's Love ask for his poetry, yes.”
“Yes, can, all photocopied.”
“What is photocopied? Do not share, this, ‘kan specifically for Love,” said Cinta wonder.
“If it is lost, Love has a copy. Uh, mending laminating aja, let last,” errat Faith, then laugh to see Love pout from behind the rearview mirror. Shortly thereafter, Iman seemed to grimace in the pain of the boyfriend's pinch that landed on his arm.
The wind was slowly blowing, hitting their faces. This cool afternoon air, accompanies the two hearts of teenagers who are being hit by happiness.
