Love for Faith
A Mischievous Faith
“Alhamdulillah, Tumben the youngest son of the Mother at this time is awake.” Both Bu Lastri netra sparkled beautifully to see Faith who had dressed up neatly. It is still at 06:00. Usually the Mother has to do extra work to wake up the Faith and at half-seven the child can really open his eyes.
Iman grinned while scratching his head, then he threw himself on one of the dining table chairs. Mother scooped the fried rice onto a wide plate, then thrust it on her youngest son. Before long, the guy had already started to chew his breakfast.
“Kak, leaving with me aja yes,” said Iman on the sidelines of his chewing movement.
“Tumben to leave together. There must be something to talk about, huh?” Ikhsan stopped his breakfast and looked at the sister with a probing look.
“Eh, yes, Brother. I almost forgot.” Faith unzipped her carry bag. He took something out of the bag and then extended it to the older brother sitting in front of him. “This from Abel make Sister.”
“Wah, what is it? Who's Abel? Your boyfriend, San? Mother becomes kepo nih.” The Mother observed the medium-sized heart-shaped container that Ikhsan simply placed on the dining table.
“From one of his fans Brother, Bund. He's at a famous school, a lot of fans, Bund.”
Ikhsan choked on hearing the answer from Iman. The handsome guy gulped down some water, while Mother, who was sitting beside Ikhsan, gently patted her first son's back many times.
“It is so cool that Mother's son, many idolize. By the way, one of them is your girlfriend?”
“Neither, Bund. Ikhsan wants to seriously study first. Would like to meet a marriage partner directly aja.”
The Mother looked in amazement at her first son. He was proud of Ikhsan's mindset. “Well, if the love story of Mother's youngest son like what? If you can be like your brother, the school was right. After all, the soul mate God has arranged it.”
“Faith is not as popular as Kakar, Bund.” Faith put her last mouth in her mouth, then gulped her water. “Unplug yuk, Kak.”
Ikhsan and Iman got up from their seats, then went to school and took turns kissing the reverent back of the Mother's hand.
“That's not the package, San?”
“Make Mother aja.” Ikhsan smiled gently at Mommy and once again said goodbye.
Not long after, the two joined hands, gliding with N Max Iman split the Holis road which is still a bit quiet leading to the Pajajaran road. Meanwhile, the eyes of the Mother still stared fixedly at her two sons until increasingly away and disappeared at the end of the alley. The best prayer, he said for both.
“Kak, elo yesterday became one of the MOPDB committee huh?” the cry of Faith among the roaring sounds of the motor he was driving.
“Iya, why?”
“Nothing anyway. Just ..., I ..., want to ask about one of the students of class X.”
“Gebetan elo?” investigate the Brother whom Faith answered with a nod.
“Man ..., Man. If you want to ask for information about that, sorry I can not help. As a sister, I don't agree that you're dating. A lot of harm, Man. Remember, Man, don't you disperse my contact number to those girls yeah.”
“Kak, little santuy why? Like we are young, enjoy it, Kak.”
“That's it, while still young, fill it with useful things, Man. Hence, you enter DRI let elo understand.”
“Dih, ogah. I can get old prematurely enter the excrement.” Faith shuddered while imagining the grooming of some of the students who entered the exkul. Seemed alim, calm, no neko-neko, looks always serious, talks as necessary, mingles as necessary especially with the opposite sex, and looks older than their age. Uninspiring. “If in SMAN 6 there is an exkul band, then I follow.”
“Darling, Man, follow that. Meningan good sound elo used for njai.”
“Each abis salat also I like kok njai. Although one verse two verses anyway.”
Ikhsan sighed. It is difficult to touch the heart of Faith and to take it to a better direction. In fact, he has managed to bring a number of students of SMAN 6 to get to know Islam more closely, proving they feel more peaceful. Ikhsan hopes that the direction will soon approach the younger brother, before he graduates from this school.
***
Bu Nadia, an Indonesian teacher, was explaining about the text procedure in class XI. All the students listened carefully to the explanation of the beautiful young teacher. Every now and then their hands recorded things that were considered important in their respective books. A few minutes later, their eyes focused on the slide-slide show as well as a video example of the procedure text being aired via infocus.
“Man, it's been almost a week of school walking. But, we have not succeeded in decetin gebetan. Know his name is not.” He spoke half-whispered to the ear of Faith who sat with him.
Faith is filling her hair. His face looked serious. Not listening to the lesson, but thinking hard to find the pedekate sniper style in the idol. “Gue also thinks the right way, Lang. But, every shadow of his face appeared, my brain so dead-end.”
“Not every day a dead-end brain? Never honed yet, it was blunt.” Gilang chuckled to see the friend pursed his lips. “Indeed brother elo does not give info about new students? He's the MOPDB.” committee
Faith is weak. “She doesn't agree I'm dating.”
“Kakak loe is not fun yes.”
“Siip, sakep.” The two friends were swept away in the conversation, not realizing they were in the classroom, in the middle of the process of teaching and learning activities. Unconscious too, they did a tos whose voice was quite loud. Now, Madam Nadia and the dozens of pairs of their classmates' eyes looked sharply at the two.
“Iman, Gilang, what are you discussing? Here to the front!” Madam Nadia put on a sour face. Both of his eyes darted towards the friendly duo. Faith and Crosses. Then, both of them bowed, ashamed.
“Iman, Gilang, let's go ahead!” Back Madam Nadia ruled them.
The two friends stepped forward into the classroom. Their eyes fell down on the floor of the classroom.
“Well, try you guys mention what is the text structure of the procedure?” nadia asked Bu after the two were in front of the class.
Faith and Gilang back to each other.
“Come answer!” Madam Nadia's impact made them flinch. However, it is not Faith whose name if it cannot make the young teacher misbehave.
“Duh, Mom don't be ferocious dong, later beautiful lost.” Faith smiled little to see Madam Nadia blush. “I tried to answer ya Ma'am. The name of the text consists of sentences, and arranged into paragraphs that are connected. So, it is likely that the text structure of the procedure also consists of several paragraphs. Can be two or three paragraphs, Bu.” Iman explained at length while smiling proudly, because sure the answer must be true. Meanwhile, his classmates seemed to be laughing at him, making the boy astonished. Is something wrong with my answer? The Korean boyband-style guy scratches his head that does not itch.
Madam Nadia's shaking her head. She rubbed her beautiful face with one hand. His gaze turned towards Gilang. “Try you, Gilang. Your answer what?”
“Hehehe, idem Bu.”
“You are true friends. Everything is done together. Not listening to compact lessons, answering questions is also compact. To appreciate your compactness, I will love you a gift.”
“Assyik, what is Bu?” The priest tried to comfort himself, although he knew, the gift that Madam Nadia meant was a punishment for him and Gilang.
“If one of you can make a poem, then you two Mother release from punishment. Conversely, if nothing works, then get ready to the student wc, clean up to kinclong.”
“Duh, Man how dong? I can't help it if asked to make a poem,” complained Gilang with a clear tone. Gilang felt nauseous imagining the smell of seven forms coming from the student's wc.
“Udah, quiet elo,” whispered Faith in the ears of her best friend. Instantly an idea occurred in the mind of Faith, when she saw the face of Madam Nadia. “Bu, can I have a piece of paper, make a concept of the poem?”
Madam Nadia tore the middle of the notebook and gave the piece of paper to Faith. Not long after, Iman began to write something.
“Bu, this poem is done.” Faith handed him a paper with her handwriting. Then it seemed that the young teacher read it seriously.
“Where's Mom? My poem is good? Want to read also Mom?”
Madam Nadia's face looked red. He could not understand, from which Iman learned acrostic poetry, because there was no material in the textbook. The resting bell rang, along with the beautiful teacher's mind that was twisting did not meet his answer.
“The material we continue next week. Now you can rest.” The students of class XI began to scatter outside the classroom. Accompanied by the gaze of Faith and Gilang who are still faithful stand waiting for certainty from Madam Nadia.
“You both rest in wc yes,” said Bu Nadia calm down while sharing her sweetest smile.
“Lho is in wc, Bu?” tanya Gilang astonished who was answered with a nod from the beautiful teacher then rushed to step towards the teacher room, leaving a number of questions in the middle-haired man's mind.
“Man, elo do make poetry what the hell?”
“Gue forgot. Accept the prize with sincerity. Yuk.” Faith took Gilang's arm and led his friend to the wc.
“Yes, but, what's wrong with the poem made by elo?”
“And I told you I forgot what it was? I just write what comes to my mind. Haven't rested at all, it's okay, ‘kan? In fact, fortunately, his pocket money can be saved.” Faith tried to comfort Gilang and himself. Because, he also does not know where the fault lies.
Punishment Poem From Bu Nadia
Her name is so beautiful I hear
Graceful as beautiful
And until I finally met him
It is so beautiful to feel
I wish I could always be with him
Made by Faith
