Love for Faith
My (Trully) Decision
The voice of the Adhan Dzuhur sayup-sayup was heard from a distance, accompanying the journey of Imam and Cinta to the residence of Pak Baratha. Iman proposes his motorbike towards Mesjid Raya Bandung.
“We pray Dzuhur first, yes Love."
“Iya, Brother.”
“Kakak would like all to pray, so that you can speak fluently in front of Pak Baratha.”
“Indeed indeed more mana, Brother talk to Love or talk to Papa?”
“More tense chat with Mr. Baratha, Love. This is all, Brother's heart feels like it's going to be dislodged. Brother's wrist is cold like this.”
“Hahaha, take it easy, brother. Don't be afraid. Papa didn't bite, kok.”
Iman laughed, then turned his motorbike to the parking lot near the Grand Mosque. After placing the helmet and bag each in the daycare located inside the parking area, Iman and Cinta continued their steps towards the Grand Mosque.
“Now, each one's prayers first. Later, Brother will be your priest,” said Iman makes the cheeks of Love meet red.
On the terrace of the mosque, they split up. Faith goes to the place of the ablution of men, while Love steps into the place of the ablution of women. Before long, Iman had mingled with the male pilgrims, while Cinta prayed with the female pilgrims. They both solemnly perform dzuhur prayer together. After the prayer, both of them looked solemnly offering prayers. Only the two of them know for sure. What is clear, both of them tuck good hope for the continuation of their love story in the future, which was forced to be postponed first in the present. Iman approached Cinta who was sitting on the terrace of the mosque while staring at the synthetic grass that lay in front of the mosque.
“Udah is done Mrs Iman? Yuk, leaving,” invite Faith to make Love jerk from her daydream and blush embarrassed to hear the greeting of Faith for her just now. Love can only answer with a nod. Iman and Love rise from the terrace of the mosque, then walk to the daycare sandals/shoes to take their respective shoes deposited there. After wearing shoes, Faith and Love continue the journey to the complex of the house of Love.
Arriving in front of the gate of the house of Love, Iman did not immediately come down from his motorbike, even his helmet was not released from the top of his head. Though Love had gone down first, and was shrugging the helmet he wore on Faith.
“Sister of Faith, let's get down. How about dumb?”
The soft voice of Love disperse Faith from her daydream. He took the helmet out of Love's hand and was busy hooking it to the hook on his bike. Faith lifted her eyes to the garage of Love's house. “That's Pak Baratha's car, yes?” For some reason, Iman's courage was a little short just by looking at Mr. Baratha's car.
“Since when was Brother Amnesia? Yeah, it's Papa's car. Not changing, really. Yuk, login.”
“Love, I forgot what to say to Mr. Baratha.”
“Espirit, Brother. Brother's arrival has not to propose Love, ‘kan? Santuy, Brother.” Love clenches one hand and holds it up to encourage Faith. “Feelings earlier in Kampung Korea there is a spirit to come here.” Seeing Faith that still looks doubtful, Love again tries to motivate. “Come, new kayak first met Papa aja. In school also often, ‘kan meet?” Love extends its hand to faith.
Hearing the words of Love, Iman began to take off the helmet from the top of his head, then hooked it into one of the rearview mirrors.
“Bring in, Brother,” Tell Love. Faith took both helmets to bring them inside.
Before long Iman came down from the motorbike, then received a helping hand of Love. Slowly, Love opens the gate, and leads Faith to keep going. The feeling of Faith is uncertain when setting foot on the porch of the house of Love. Her chest pounded even more when Love opened the door and then said hello. Both palms of Iman felt frozen, as his sense of hearing caught the voice of Mr. Baratha who answered the greeting of Love.
“Come, Brother,” Invite Love to see Faith holding her step in the doorway of the house. Saying Basmallah, Iman walked slowly following Love who walked over to her Papa who was sitting casually on the sofa in the living room while reading the newspaper.
“Eh, there is a guest apparently. Sit, Man.”
Love kissed the back of Mr. Baratha's hand, then Iman did the same. After that, Faith and Love sat on the sofa, in a position, Love sat beside her papa, while Faith sat in front of them.
“Parent, lah, your faith,” Pak Baratha's orders to his daughter.
“Sorry, Sir. I've taken a shower.”
“Hahaha, I mean drinking water. What do you want to drink, Man?”
Iman was stunned while looking at the astonished face of Mr. Baratha. Just this time, he witnessed the principal who usually looks jaim and looks cold, now laughing freely in front of him.
“Air white only, sir,” replied Iman nervously, then lowered his head, when his gaze accidentally collided with Mr. Baratha.
“Man, try another type of drink. Water white mah, in the bathroom of your house is also in stock, ‘kan?” kanda Pak Baratha tried to melt the atmosphere.
“Tea sweet can also, Sir.”
“Love, make sweet tea, he said,” tell Mr. Baratha.
“The start is up, Pa. Love was about to buy, but just remember pas nyampe here.”
“Already too, Pa. Last night in the bottle a little leftover, love a drink, deh. From later expiry or dikrubuti ants.”
“Ya. Man, means your fate should drink water.”
“Nothing, Sir.”
Love got off the couch and walked into the kitchen, leaving Iman alone with Mr. Baratha in the living room. Faith felt increasingly awkward and her tongue suddenly twisted to start making a sound. The guy hopes, Love will return soon, to help him reduce the nervousness that is getting over. The tail of Iman's eyes glanced at Mr. Baratha who was flipping through the newspapers in his hand. Faith jumped to hear Mr. Baratha cleared her throat, for some reason she could be so tense in such a way. In fact, this is the second time he met with Mr. Baratha.
The middle-aged man folded up the newspaper he read and he put it on the table. His view turned to Faith, making Faith increasingly wracked with groggy taste.
“Your face is tense once, Man. Is there anything serious you want to say to Father?”
“Eh, this. Anu, Sir ...” Iman gasped at the question from Mr. Baratha, until he answered it with a stammer. Faith swallowed her saliva, glancing at the kitchen door.
Duh, Love, why so long, yes, in the kitchen? Did he make me fried rice egg ceplok? Or even again in the bathroom because of a sudden onset of mules? Quickly accompany Brother, Love. Confused, where to start talking. Iman sangandika while continuing to look down, not daring to look back at Mr. Baratha. Love, come and help Brother.
***
Faith smiled happily to see Love emerge from the kitchen door carrying a tray of three glasses of water and some snacks in the jar. Love put it all on the table, then sat back next to her Papa. The feeling of Faith is a little more calm and relieved because Love is already before him.
“Come, drink first, Man. Biat is not tense. You look like a student who will deal with UNBK issues only. Just relax, Man the same father, mah” said Mr. Baratha while taking a glass of water from the table, then sip it a little. “Dimakan also snack, let you talk later focused and powerful,” continued Mr. Baratha, then plucked cheese stick from inside the jar. “Not to be shy, Man. There will be no bills slips, though. Come,” tell Mr. Baratha on the still unmoved Faith.
Before long, Iman gulped down a little water in a glass, then put it back on the table. He chose to pluck atomic nuts and put them one by one into the mouth.
“Begini, Sir. Previously I would like to apologize to you also Cinta.” Faith began to open the sound after it was finished nyemil atom nut.
“Apologies why, Man?” Mr. Baratha's forehead is wrinkled. The middle-aged man looked at Faith's face with a probing look.
Faith bites her lips, her head bowed. He plays his fingers. “Begini, Sir. I don't mean to play with the feeling of love. But, starting today, actually I and Love are no longer dating, Mr.”
“What? You broke-up? For what? Third person? Is anyone nikung? Cheated on? Or just blind jealousy?” fawning Mr. Baratha with a slight tinge of emotion.
“Pa, patience. Let Brother Iman explain first.” Love tries to dampen the emotions of the Papa.
“Love, you are weird. How come there is no sad break up from your boyfriend? You do not regret parting from Iman?” This time Mr. Baratha strafed his daughter with a number of questions.
“Sorry, Sir. This decision I was forced to take, and Love had already agreed to it, because ...”.
“You two are this weird magic bin. Confessing he said he loved each other, but instead ended the relationship.” Mr. Baratha cut the words of Faith while alternately staring at Faith and Love, trying to dive into what is happening between these two teenage lovebirds.
“It is precisely because I love Love so much, Sir. That's why I made a decision like this.”
“Alah, nonsense!” Mr. Baratha has been seen getting more emotional. However, Love tries to defuse it.
“Pak, sorry because I just realized it now, so yesterday-yesterday, I even khilaf invites Love to fall into an halal relationship. We parted only temporarily, sir, in order to avoid approaching adultery. One day, if I have succeeded in becoming a person, I will come back here again, invite Love to foster a relationship that is halal and holy, of course, God will also be served."
Faith was silent for a moment waiting for the reaction of Mr. Baratha. However, the man was silent, staring straight at the window. The throat of Faith is dry. He gulped again his white water. Instantly, a fresh taste ran down his throat.
“Pak, once again I apologize. I don't mean to play with love. Instead I took this decision to keep Love, mother-to-be for prospective children or future grandchildren of my Father and Mother. Duh, sorry, sir, talk like this. I hope you understand with my words that his IQ is somewhat squatting, not as brilliant as the daughter of the Father,” continued Iman at length. However, Mr. Baratha still remained voiceless. Faith and Love look at each other. They are both waiting for Mr. Baratha's response with anxious expectations.
Faith and Love compact glanced at Mr. Baratha. They saw the middle-aged man's netra glazed over. The guy feels guilty. While the girl looks down. The atmosphere became silent, as none of the three of them spoke. They seemed silent a thousand languages, dissolving in the path of each other's minds. Mr. Baratha got up from his seat, then approached Faith. Seeing that, Love's face turned tense.
“Thank you, Man. Feeling Father was right. You are the right man for love. Your mother is indeed a great woman, has educated and shaped you into a cool man.” Undeterred, Mr. Baratha embraced Iman, then patted the boy on the back. “Mr wait for you to prove your point.”
Love was shocked to see the reaction of Mr. Baratha, especially Iman. He did not expect to get a hug that felt warm from the headmaster who had known Iman always put the face of the jutek.
“You're calm, Man. Before the yellow janur curves, you will not accept any man to approach Love other than you. I'm waiting for you to keep your promise.”
“Iya, Sir.” Faith is steady. He was really relieved and very happy. Lost was already a burden that had been constantly spinning in his mind. Iman glanced at his heart. A sense of relief and happiness is clearly depicted also on the face of Love. Faith and Love throw each other a smile, as the two beads face each other. Father's blessing and Mother's blessing they got first. Today, they just pray a lot, so that God can realize their hope to be united.
