Love for Faith
Our Promise
All who breathe need to find the light
All who breathe need to find the meaning of life and complete his soul
I finally found you
My beloved seminar
And I'm not going to go and take you off
With my conscious I still want to go to my destination
And I promise to be there until the time comes
Because my everything is on you
Your eyes are like stars
Unflashing and brilliant
Your smile is like the moon
Accompany the night until the day I come
The universe will be taken care of
The universe is forever
(The Universe by Iqbaal Ramadan)
On a sunny Sunday morning, Iman was dressed neatly and also fragrant. He pecked his face in front of the mirror while smiling to himself. Faith was satisfied with her grooming this time. However, as his gaze turned to the left cheek near his nose, the smile of Faith faded.
“This is a really rude pimple! Don't tell me you want to hang on my face!” gerutu Iman while trying to squeeze the small pimple. “Mana is still not ripe anymore acne.”
“Man, where are you going so early in the morning?” ask Mother wonder while observing Faith.
“Astagfirullah, Mommy.” Iman jumped in shock, because he did not realize the arrival of Bu Lastri into his room. “Bund, Iman ask permission to meet with Cinta.”
“You want to date?” ask Mommy in a probing tone while narrowing her eyes.
“Bund, Iman started this courting relationship well. To end it, you have to be fine. Faith wants to explain to Love, Bund, so she doesn't get hurt.”
Bu Lastri looked at the pity of his youngest son, then gently stroked the back of Faith. “I'm sorry, Mother, Man. Mommy understands what you and Love are feeling right now, because Mommy used to be young too.”
“Wah, there is Bunda Citra Lestari, nin, again concert,” joked Faith while laughing to hear Mother sing the word “Young Pernah,” imitate one of the songs from Bunga Citra Lestari.
“Hahaha, can you, Man. Before Mommy participated in the study, Mommy still did not understand too much about Islam. But, after Mother participated in the study and recalled the advice of your late father, Mother's heart became open. One of the most interesting for Mother, about the ethics of getting along. And, Mother so remembered you are the same Love. Forgive, Mother, do not know from the beginning, until you have allowed dating.” Mother stopped for a moment to speak, to take a breath. Mother began to wipe the lips that began to pool in her eye pelup. “Im sorry Mother, Man. Believe me, Mother does this, not Mother hates Love or Pak Baratha, but solely because Mother loves you and also Love. Mommy already considers Love is a prospective daughter-in-law of Mother who is delayed, you know. Why delayed? Because, waiting for you to be a person first, established first, then you think of a household. Masa, son of a man want you to give me whiskey? What is a cat?”
“Hahaha, Mother, there-there aja.” Faith buzzes the head to hear the last sentence that Mother said. “Bund, Faith ask for help, can?”
“Ask what please? Most you want to ask for money, yes, ‘kan? Ask for help you to Mother will not be far, deh, from the issue of pocket money.” Miss Lastri frowned.
“Not, Bund, anu. Please repeat the words of Mother long time wide earlier.”
“Lho, what? Did you not listen to it from earlier? Free, Mommy delivers until this mouth foams.”
“Faithful, really, Bund. Only, Iman has not been recorded yet. The Heart of Love must be flowery, if Faith makes a recording of Mother's voice. Moreover, fitting the part of the prospective daughter-in-law who is delayed, like the title sinteron, Bund.”
“Hush, this you, Man. Tell not about. Just now the breath of Mother was already panting, this to have to repeat again “
Faith scratches the head with a whimper. “Sorry, Bund. Joking.”
“Mother is sure, you can convey it well. Love will understand. After all, you are only separated temporarily, and someday reunited in a sacred and halal bond.” Lastri took out five hundred thousand pieces of money from his wallet, and gave them to Faith.
“What is this, Bund?”
“That Mother loves provisions. Make your meeting today, be something most memorable and fondly remembered by both of you, especially Cinta.”
“Siap, carry out.” Faith poses as if honoring a flag. “Thank you, Mother.”
Mother nodded then out of the room of Faith headed to the yard, about to water her collection of flowers and ornamental plants.
Iman put on his favorite black leather jacket, then grabbed the key from his desk. Not to forget, he put gifts for Love into his large backpack. Then Faith went out of the room and said goodbye to the Mother. After pulling out his motorbike from the garage, Iman slid down the street of the complex, heading to the house of Love.
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At nine o'clock, Iman arrived at the house of Love. She waited for Love to come out of her house in front of the gate. After waiting for five minutes, the girl Iman was waiting for came out of her house. A rather large sling bag was already coiled around his right shoulder. Faith guessed, there must be something that Love had prepared for her in that bag.
“Sister of Faith, bring what for Love? His backpack is huge.”
Faith is momentarily stunned by the natural makeup of Love. The color of the robe and hijab that Love wears, adds a beautiful and glowing look to her face.
“Kak, asked how, dumbly?”
“Eh, what's Love?” Faith flinched from her daydream, unnerved by the magnetism of enchantment that Love emitted.
“That, the backpack is huge. What's it all about?”
“There, deh. We camper yuk,” jokes Faith.
“Eh.” Love is surprised by the invitation of Faith.
“Handering, coke. Are you ready? Yuk road.” Faith gave her helmet to Love, then moved the position of her backpack, which was originally on her back, to be in front. After Cinta got on the bike and was sitting comfortably in the seat, Iman took the bike forward. Before long, they had mingled with other riders, down the streets of Bandung that began to be crowded.
“Love, Mr Baratha to where?” tanya Faith half yelled.
“Papa again jogging to Tegalega.”
“Oh, Pak Baratha's pantesan is healthy, yes? Diligent sport turns.”
Iman did not immediately answer, because he was confused to determine a nice and comfortable place to use to chat, while eating too of course. Iman just remembered, because in a hurry to meet soon, he forgot to eat breakfast. The mind of faith still continues to revolve around thinking of the right place. But he also did not find the answer.
“Love, do you have a favorite place? Great place to talk, plus eat too. Besides Gramedia of course.” Finally Faith decided to ask directly to Love.
“Hmmm, what is it? We go to Korea Village, yuk, Kak?”
“Each Princess.”
Iman forwarded his motor to Batununggal area. The entrance that can be accessed by visitors to Kampung Korea there are two. The first door is through the gate of Kiara Artha Park on Kiaracondong Road. The second door is through Jalan Banteng from the direction of Jalan Jakarta. Faith chooses to enter through the first door.
Arriving there, Iman parked his motorbike in a large parking area. Faith and Love walk side by side to the ticket attendant. There, both are presented with views of the gate with striking Korean ornaments. The entrance gate of this tourist area is made to resemble traditional buildings in South Korea.
Faith invites Love to take pictures at the entrance shaped curved roof and large wooden gate. After that, Faith and Love enter and pass through the main gate.
“Kak Iman, the fake sakura is really cool huh, just like the traditional garden in South Korea. The wooden bridge and the rock, making Cinta feel set foot in the palace yard.” Love was so amazed at the sight before him. Faith smiles watching Love look so happy. Faith secretly perpetuates the smile and happy twinkle of Love through her cell phone camera.
“Make mementos,” murmured while stroking photos featuring the radiant face of Love. Now, the photos adorn the gallery of his cell phone. Faith approaches Love and grasps its fingers. “Yuk, way to there.”
Faith and Love continue their journey in this tourist spot. Again Love is fascinated with the scenery in another corner of this Korean village. Inside this tourist spot, it is divided into two regions. There are traditional areas and modern areas. Gardens decorated with cherry blossoms are included in the traditional area. This area is characterized by a row of buildings with a typical Korean facade. The exterior is dominated by wood, ranging from doors, windows, to ornaments. While the modern area is made as a replica of the atmosphere of Seoul City. The facade of the building is decorated with wide and colorful glass windows. The streets are decorated with unique and beautiful shaped lights. Garden benches that also serve as a place to eat neatly lined in the middle of the area.
Apparently, the facilities contained in Kampung Korea quite a lot, among others, a large parking area, toilets, prayer rooms, and rows of food outlets in the food court. This place also provides rental services and photos of traditional Korean costumes, hanbok.
“Love, do you like coffee? We just hang out there, yuk.” Faith pointed to a coffee shop that was there. The name of the shop is Joheun Keopi.
“Bby, Brother. Yuk.”
After sitting in the booth, Iman and Cinta ordered Korean mixed rice or Bibimbap and Naeng, which is a mixture of coffee and honey served cold.
“Kak, come on tukeran kado.” Love took out a Tupperware box and a medium-sized box wrapped in Doraemon wrapping paper, then gave it to Iman.
Faith does the same. He took out a rather large box and wrapped in Minion-flagged wrapping paper, then handed it to Love. “We open together, yes. One, two, three.”
On the count of three, Faith and Love opened their fifth anniversary gift. Seeing the contents, Faith and Love looked surprised. In fact, Love is hysterical.
“Whoaa! Here, ‘kan doll Minion new arrival that Love wants at that time. Thank you, Brother.” Love hugged the doll and kissed her. Both of his neutrals sparkled happily.
“Sorry, Brother can only give that. Like?”
“Happy, Brother.”
Iman smiled glad to see Love very happy to receive a gift from him. “Love, this .... It's Doraemon's pillow. How do you know if you like Doraemon?” Iman was happy and surprised, because he had never once told that he really liked the character of the cartoon cat magic friend Nobita.
“There, deh.” Netra Love glares spoiled, making Faith powerless to turn the cheek of Love. “Eh, here's one more for Brother.” Love thrusts the Tupperware that he put on the table at Faith.
“What is this?” Faith opened the lid, and was astonished by its contents. “Doraemon? Again?” Iman laughed and shook his head to see some cupcakes shaped Doraemon head decorated fondant or plastic icing on it, so that it resembles the face of Doraemon. “This is you making? This, anyway, is too beautiful to eat. Good thing, anyway make a display.”
“Yes, this is Love that makes. Think of it as fortune cupcakes, a kind of fortune cookies that, Brother. So, in one of her cakes Love tuck the paper contains hope for our relationship. Try Sister select.”
Faith gently caresses the head of Love which is covered in an instant hijab. He picked one of the cupcakes and started biting it. “Sorry yes, Doraemon, I ate one. There are still many, why duplicate you in Tupperware.” Faith begins to chew it, then feeds the cake into the mouth of Love. “Thank you Love, this is so delicious.”
On the next feed, the mouth of Faith felt something was up. The finger of faith drew him. It turned out to be a piece of paper. “This paper that Love means?”
“Iya, Brother. Try reading.”
Faith cleared a moment, then read the writing of Love on the paper. “Make me your last port, not just a temporary stopover.” Faith swallows the saliva, then looks at the face of Love. Where do I start to be honest? So no, no, huh? muttered Faith.
Faith took out a small heart-shaped box from inside her backpack. With a thumping heart, Faith grasps the fingers of Love. The beads of the eyes are clashing between fingers that hold each other tightly.
“Love, Brother will also make you the last port. But, not by taking the road of courtship.”
“Meaning Brother? We broke up?” Love releases the hand of Faith.
Faith tries to look calm, even though in her heart, she panics. Worry Love does not accept, hurt, and angry at him. He slowly opened the small box and took out a pair of rings decorated with crescent moons and stars, as well as a pair of pendant necklaces, one silver and the other gold. Faith is back to love.
“Love, babe, listen.” The hand of Faith holds the chin of Love while upholding the face of subdued Love. The forefinger of Faith rubbed a clear grain that was ready to plunge into the smooth white cheeks of Love. “Hey, don't cry. We are only temporarily separated to be united in halal ties. Mother has also claimed Cinta as her future daughter-in-law.”
“Mother said so?”
“Iya, Love. Provided, you are willing to wait faithfully for Brother, until one day Brother is ready to ask you to Pak Baratha to become Sister's wife.” Faith thrusts the jewel box to Love. “If Love is willing, Love take this one ring, and this gold pendant necklace, then wear.”
Love is silent, while Iman anxiously awaits the answer of the woman sitting before him. Slowly, Love's fingers rolled down onto the box. Happiness rises in the heart of Faith, when you see Love taking a necklace and ring, then wear it. Faith watches Love stroke the ring that coils on its ring finger.
“Kakak also wears the same ring and necklace as the one Cinta wears. That is, we are indeed couple, even if not dating. We just need to be patient, wait for the time to come, unite in a sacred bond. Love understands, ‘kan?”
“Iya, Brother. Love understands. Love promise, will not accept any man's application, before Brother comes to propose.”
“Apply what? Apply for work?”
“Ih, Brother, seriously!” Love widened his eyes and landed a pinch on the arm of Faith.
“Ampun, Love. Joking.” Faith grimaced in pain and then stroked her arm from the pinch of Love. “Calon wife Sister fierce very, hehehe.” Faith gently stroked the ring that coiled on her ring finger. “Love, you know, no, why did you choose a ring decorated with moon and stars?”
“No idea, why?” Love asked back while again stroking the soft ring that adorns his ring finger.
“Because all I have is on you." Faith answered by singing the words she said.
“Kok, Brother know that song?”
“Know, dong, from ringtone hape you.” Faith flicks the nose of Love. “Back, yuk. Brother wants to stop by the house of Cinta.”
“You what?”
“Chat about this to Pak Baratha. Yuk.”
Faith and Love depart from their seats and leave Kampung Korea which is a silent witness to the word of a promise between two people who love each other.
