Love for Faith
Mom's Advice
Saturday, precisely December 14, 2019, is the distribution of odd semester reports as well as the closure of the Porseni and the announcement of the winners of the races. A large stage has been installed in the middle of the school field, because this event will be enlivened by various entertainment and musical performances from students and teacher representatives. The folding chairs had been neatly arranged in front of the stage. The two front row seats are reserved for the principal, teachers, and school staff. While folding chairs are lined up afterwards, especially for parents of students who want to watch this entertainment event, after they take a report of their son or daughter.
At eight o'clock, the event began and opened with a speech from Mr. Baratha Yudha, as the principal, then continued with the recitation of the holy verse of the Qur’an by Ikhsan, and closed with a prayer from Mr. Sajidin, religious teachers at this school. After the prayer, the activity continued with the peak event, namely, various entertainment, music performances, interspersed with the announcement of the winners of the competitions, as well as the distribution of prizes and awards for the first, second, champions, and the third of every race held during the Porseni takes place.
“Cracker Missing!” yelling Love half ran over to Gilang who was walking in the school corridor. “See Brother Faith, no?” ask Love after being right in front of Gilang.
“Tadi, anyway, I saw again in the cafeteria, eating batagor with the mother. Didn't you see dsri?”
“Numbers, Brother.” Love frowned, because Iman was wondering why did not invite him to meet Mother?
“Meet there, in the canteen. Who knows there is still.”
“Yes, deh, Brother. Later Love to there.”
“Yes already, I went to the toilet first,” said Gilang while passing from the presence of Love.
Rushing Love dragged her steps towards the school cafeteria. Upon arrival there, Love found Faith and Mother was sitting on the bench on the right corner of the canteen. They seemed to be enjoying the food on their plates. With hearts pounding, Love slowly approached them.
“Mother .... Brother Iman ...,” say doubt.
Bu Lastri and Iman looked up at the source of the voice. Love kissed the reverence on the back of Bu Lastri's right hand.
“Assalamu aleikum, Mommy, how are you?”
“Waalaikum greetings, uh, there's the Beautiful. Alhamdulillah, fine. You how are you?”
“Alhamdulillah well too, Mommy.”
“Aalhamdulillah's. You want to eat? Mother pesenin yes.” Mrs Lastri was about to wave at the vendor in the canteen. However, Love prevented him, until Bu Lastri undoes his intentions.
“Nevent gone, Mother. Love had breakfast at home. Mother and Sister Faith continue eating.”
The mood became quiet. Occasionally only the sound of the clink of the fork collided with the plate. Love pensively, looking at Bu Lastri and Iman alternately. I think something has changed from them. Or maybe it's just his feelings?
“Where's the report? Good?” ask Miss Lastri on Love who is pensive, until the girl is a little jolted.
“Alhamdulillah, Bund, enter the top three. If the value of Kak Iman how?”
“Wah, great. Love must be the class champion, huh? Faith is also appreciable, there is a slight increase compared to the time of class X,” explained Bu Lastri, then silence again, continuing to eat his batagor.
Love felt awkward, because Bu Lastri's attitude changed, not as familiar as that time. Love observes the face of Bu Lastri who is feeding batagor into his mouth. Then the view of Love turns to Faith. Love felt, Faith was more quiet, because from then on, the man did not make a single word. Faith is only fixated with his batagor presented on the plate. And faith lowered his face more. What the hell is going on? Unlike usual, Love if you meet Mother and Faith, the atmosphere can be very relaxed, many colored by laughter. However, this time, the aura that Love felt was completely different. They sat at a table, but didn't talk to each other. The atmosphere became silent again, and Love felt increasingly stiff.
“Kak Iman, soon the announcement of the winner of the race. Brother want to see? Who knows Big brother champion,” said Love broke the silence.
“Oh, uh, yes.” Faith waver. The fork he was holding fell onto the plate. The Imam looked at Love and the Mother in turn. “Bund, Faith equals Love to there first, yes. Can?” The Imam's index finger pointed towards the stage.
“Iya, can. Mommy will follow. Remember, not both. Grandma said it was dangerous, hey.” Bu Lastri hummed, mimicking the legendary lyrics of the Puspa Point song.
“Iya, Bund.” Faith nodded.
Love and Faith then say goodbye to Mother and step foot into the school field, where the stage is established.
“Kak Faith, Mother why, anyway? How, Love felt Mother's attitude changed?” tanya Love after her and Iman sat on a folding chair near the stage.
“Eh, that's okay, really. Mother is just not feeling well anymore.” Faith tries to cover the real thing of Love.
“Bene? Not because of our relationship, ‘kan? Because Love has been a long time, you know, did not meet Mother. Sister is not hiding something, ‘kan from Cinta?” Love looks at the face of Faith with a probing gaze. He was trying to find honesty there.
Faith bites her lips and scratches her head, which she always does when faced with a confusing situation. Faith chooses to answer the question of Love with a weak bundle. Iman wanted to avoid this unpleasant situation. Faith swallows the saliva and stares at the face of Love. He sighed. It does not have the heart to make Love hurt, but over time Faith must say honestly about the request of the Mother. Either, Faith will be able to tell the truth, or must continue to live a relationship with Love and play cat-kissing with Mother?
Fortunately, soon Iman was saved from awkward situations and a number of questions of Love that befell him, when the hearing sense of Faith caught his name was called the first champion of the poetry reading competition.
“Love, Sister get on stage, first, yes. Later continue to chat.”
Faith walks away from Love and goes on stage. After Iman received the gift and the charter of appreciation, Iman came down from the stage, then came back to Love.
“Kak Faith, congratulations, yes. What Love says, Brother must be champion.” Love extends its hand to Faith and congratulates her with sparkling eyes. “Cinta is proud to have a talented girlfriend like Sister.”
Faith smiles a little, then receives a helping hand of Love. “Thank you, Love.” Faith offers the charter and the gifts it receives to Love. “Nih, save, yes. Make you.”
“Lho, the, ‘kan same gift charter got Brother.”
“Nothing. Keep it at the house of Love, so that Love can one day remember having a boyfriend who recites poetry for his girl in the race, then he became a champion.”
Faith and Love compactly laugh. However, before long, their laughter stopped, because suddenly Bu Lastri was already standing next to Faith.
“Man, done, ‘kan? Comeon, home. Ikhsan is waiting at home. Mother has not cooked, pity she will be hungry.” Miss Lastri grabbed the arm of her youngest son, while inviting Iman to leave school.
“But, Bund, Faith go home with Cin ...” Faith looks at the face of Love and Mother alternately. He really did not know how to deal with such a confusing situation. Faith feels bad about Love, which looks like the woman's face immediately turns grim.
“Man, Love can go home with Mr. Baratha, yes, right Love? It's okay if Mommy equals Faith go home first?”
“I .... It's okay, Bund. Careful.” Love kisses the back of Mother's hand.
“You take care of yourself, Love. Do not let your beautiful face be damaged by an unlawful relationship. Take care of yourself and your honor, only for your halal partner later,” said Mommy while stroking the soft back of Love. “Mother go home first, yes. Yuk, Man. Assalamu aleikum, Love.”
“Waalaikum greetings.” Love answered slowly and weakly greetings Bu Lastri. His gaze was slightly blurred by the clear hair that began to pool in his eye pelup. Love swallowed the saliva, then looked at the departure of Iman and Bu Lastri with a bitter look.
“Sorry, Love,” said Iman softly while continuing to look towards Love with a look of pity, found the net of Love began to glaze over. Faith is eager to wipe away those tears, yet, what power, the Mother has brought them up.
After Faith and Miss Lastri disappeared from view, the cries of Love broke out. He ran to the toilet. Once there, Love placed the charter and gift of Faith beside the sink, then washed her face so that no one would know she had wept.
Is it because Papa was angry with Mother, until Mother's attitude changed and did not want to approve the relationship of Love with Sister Faith? inward Love is soft, making the clear rinai back in freefall wet his cheeks.
***
“You're still dating the same Love?” ask Mommy to investigate after they were in the grab car.
“Ma .... Still.” Faith answered doubtfully and stammeredly. He looked down, not daring to look at the Mother's face.
Miss Lastri sighed. “Until when will you continue to accumulate sins? Can you not separate from love? Fear Love heartache?”
“I ... Yes, Bund. Faith does not want to see Love hurt, sick because of the decision of Faith.”
“Man, it is better to be hurt, than to be tortured in hell. If you really love Love, you should know the most appropriate decision you have to make. Mother also loves the same Love, so Mother does not want to see you dating that will only make you continue to approach zina. Try, invite Love to study, Mother sure she will understand. Learn from Ikhsan, get closer to Islam, your heart will definitely be calmer.” Bu Lastri advised Iman at length, while stroking the back of his youngest son. The woman hopes that, as they are young, may the heart of Love and Faith be open to receive guidance from Him.
Arriving home, Iman went straight into the room and laid his body on the bed. His mind was completely stifled and his feelings became erratic as his mind wandered on Love. Iman took the phone out of his uniform pocket, then made a call. From across there, there was the ringtone sound of the song of the Universe belonging to Iqbaal Ramadan, making the heart of Faith more slashed.
“Ha .... Hello, Love. Forgive Brother,” said Iman stammered with a voice that shook after Love received his call.
“Why do you lie to Love? Why not tell me honestly? Sure enough, that Love feels, there is something that Brother hid from Cinta.”
“Sorry, Honey, Sister confused.”
“Does Mommy hate Papa also Love? Because Papa ever angry Mother?”
“Not that, Love. For that, Mommy has forgotten about it and has forgiven.”
“Keep why, Mother kayak who does not agree we are dating? In fact, it used to bless,” Cecar Cinta on the sidelines of her sobs.
“Mother dear very same Love, Brother Faith also dearly the same Love.” Faith breathed. “Love don't feel hurt, or misunderstand. If Love is hurt, Brother feels the most pain.”
“What's wrong with our feelings, Sis?”
“Do not cry, Love. Sister most powerful see Love sad.” Faith swallowed her saliva, confused as to how to explain it. “There is nothing wrong with our feelings, Love. Feelings of like, love, and affection, that is the nature that God bestows upon every creature.” Faith was silent for a moment, took a breath, then continued speaking. “Begini, aja, deh. We'll take a walk tomorrow, yuk. All of you realize our plan for the gift tukeran, you know.”
“Iya, Brother. Tomorrow pick up Love at nine. But, Big brother promises to explain everything, there is nothing to hide.”
“Iya, Love, Sister Promise. But, Love also promises not to cry anymore. Count to three, yes. One, two, three. Smile.”
“Iya, Love is already smiling, really. See you tomorrow, Brother Iman. Love wait, yeah. Love have something ready for Brother.”
“Iya, Brother also have something for Love.”
Faith stroked the Minion dolls that they made early, Love never really wanted to buy them.
Then, Faith's gaze turned to a tiny pink box on the study table. Iman plans to give it to Cinta along with her Minion doll tomorrow, as a gift for Cinta. “Love, Big Brother very dear same Love. *Keep smile, my Snow White.”
“Iya, Brother. Love is also dear to you, brother. See you tomorrow*.”
Clik. Love ended the call. Faith dropped her body back on the bed. He looked blankly at the ceiling of the house. Faith hopes that tomorrow will be a sweet encounter between herself and Love. Hopefully, tomorrow will not leave wounds and hatred, but a sense of relief and sincere acceptance, also still equally able to live life happily.
Forgive Brother, Love. I really love you, but I have to do this .... Hope you’ll understand what I mean, Inner Faith flow. Not felt, the two neutrals glazed, when the shadow of the beautiful face of Love flashed.
