Love for Faith
A Cool Man Is Her Papa
“Sister, Faith! Wait!” A woman of medium height and mature skin ran over to Iman who was walking casually down the school corridor to her class. After somewhat approaching, it was clearly heard by Faith the breath of the girl gasping for breath. He lowered his head and held his stomach in a weary hold after running along the corridor, chasing after Faith.
“Alhamdulillah, finally able to meet Brother too,” said the girl among her hunting breath.
Forehead Iman frowned, trying to remember, maybe he knew the girl in front of him or maybe he had met somewhere. Niente. But, judging from her guts and the way this girl chased her just now, Iman concluded that this girl could be her secret fan.
Thank God, there are finally people who love me. The man in the black jacket cleared his throat, while observing the face of the girl in front of him. Hmm, sweet too, but my heart is already tied to one girl. Uh, not one, but two, Selena Gomez is the same. Faith smiles by itself. It flashed a shadow of her thunderous chick complete with a sweet smile and her beautiful eyes.
“Kak, how about a smile? My face is funny? Like a clown?” The girl was astonished as she observed the face of this white-skinned and slightly narrow-eyed man. While both hands are busy fumbling his face, worried that the makeup is not neat or too bulging.
“Eh, no kok.” The reverie of Faith suddenly broke. Again he tried to control the situation. “Elo what grade? What do I need to chase like a debt collector?”
“Wah, Brother motor definitely still nyicil yes, until confided about experience chased debt collector everything?” The girl giggled to see Faith pursing her lips. “Sorry, Brother, kidding. My name is Marina. I am class X, Brother.” The little-eyed girl stretched out her hand towards Faith and the man greeted her. For a few seconds the two were together.
“It's like a handbody brand huh? Hahaha.” Iman looked up at the little lips of that girl. After all, it's nice to recite N Max's Iman's motor installment. I've also long ago motor status keelas kali. “Elo no need what's the same me?”
“Begini, Brother ..., anu ..., I ...” The girl looks wrong.
The smile of Faith. It's not wrong that this girl likes me. Finally, I can tell Mother the same Sister Ikhsan, if I also have fans. The smile of Faith widened, between proud and also happy, it turns out that the creature is not popular in school like he has also a secret admirer.
“Begini, Brother. Duh ..., shame me.” The girl is getting wrong. Many times he looks blushed. A pink tinge adorned his cheeks. Marina lowered her gaze, unable to stare at her interlocutor.
It's okay, Dek. Say it, no need to be ashamed. Let the ants marching on the wall bear witness. Faith exists, staying with an inflated level of confidence.
“Kak. Not really that big brother is Kak Ikhsan's brother?”
Checkmate. The confident fortress that Faith had built instantly collapsed. Not showing off fans.
“If yes, elo want what?” ask Faith while trying to cover up her disappointment.
The girl's eyes sparkled happily. “Can I ask for his contact number, Brother Ikhsan?” pinta the girl with a clear face, making Faith unbearable. The girl pulled out the phone from inside the pink pouch in her skirt pocket, preparing to keep the numbers Iman might have mentioned.
After a few seconds Iman thought, he finally mentioned the twelve mobile numbers that the girl immediately stored on her phone.
Once again, a happy twinkle emanated in both of his net, like a child bought a toy by his parents. “Duh, Brother, thank you very much huh. I pray that the kindness of Brother will be reciprocated by Allah with reward. And if you are having a crush on someone, may your love be accepted.”
“Aamiin.”
Just now Iman was about to leave the girl, his steps stopped when the girl waved at someone.
“Love! Here!” Marina exclaimed and was returned with a wave of hands from the figure she had called just now.
The angel .... Gebetan kece me. The chest of Faith thumped erratically when it saw the beautiful figure walking gracefully from the school gate towards the corridor.
“Eh, elo same class girl?” Faith whispered in Marina's ear. Hope that girl will give him a lot of info about the beauty.
“Astagfirullah, Brother ngangetin aja. Kirain Sister is not here.” Marina held onto her chest that was thumping in surprise. “That's called Love, Sister. I am the same class as him. Just not too close. Well, if the one next to her is Naya, her best friend she.”
Love, what a beautiful name. Allah is Great in creating him with millions of beauties adorning him.
“Eh, can I have her phone number she didn't?”
“Cie, Brother ngefans huh?” Marina said half a shout to make Iman flutter.
“Sstt, noisy. Shame to hear her.” The cheeks of Faith are red. “Come dong, give her number to me, in return I have given my brother number to elo.”
Before long, the girl's fingers were struggling with her phone looking for the contact number requested. “The number is two, brother. The other one is erased, the time I reset this hape. Luckily, this one I saved on google contact.”
Marina's mobile phone has now moved into the hands of Faith. How is his number foreign? I often see feelings, where are they? So happy, Iman brushed off that feeling. He does not want his happiness to be disturbed. The contact number was immediately recorded Iman in his writing book, then he marked the writing, so that the number is in a heart-shaped circle. “Thanks, yes.”
“No, problem, Brother.”
Faith whistled merrily, and stepped lightly towards the classroom. A happy feeling was brewing in his chest. Love's. Many times the man muttered the name of his angel.
“Man, the face of Loe sumringah really. Mother elo nambahin money snack loe, yes?” Gilang looked at the wonder while investigating the strange behavior of the friend who sometimes smiled himself while rubbing the writing in his book. He occasionally smelled the writing in the book.
“Man, healthy loe, ‘kan?” Gilang fumbled the forehead of Faith. “Atau elo has started to stress do think gebetan elo? It's just a book, Man, where the values are not far from do re mi alias one, two, three, still elo elus-elus also the book. Proud you have an ugly value?” Gilang increasingly strange, because instead of getting angry or replying to his ridicule, Iman even looked at Gilang's face with a smile that spread. “Waduh, already shorted this child. Elo not having breakfast yet?” Glazed head-scarf.
“Loe guess what I got this morning?” Faith tapped her index finger at the contact number in her book.
“That's whose number? Miss Nadia?”
“Hush, not.” Faith shakes the head of the friend. “This is the number Love.” Faith again caressed the writing. A smile still adorns his lips.
“Who love? Her Love Rangga in Ada What With Love?”
“Ngaco. Love, that's my goddamn angel's name. The plan is tonight I want to call him.” Both netra Iman sparkled happily.
Gilang pursed his lips. “Where do you get the number? Why don't you guys have my Arab-looking girl number, anyway?”
“Duh, sorry. So glad I forgot about nanyain gebetan loe.” Faith cupped his hands together.
“Ngot loyal friend loe.” The more and more manyun.
“Quiet, Lang. While pedekate, I will find out about the Arab girl elo.”
“Sip, sakep.” Gilang patted his best friend's shoulder.
“Oh yes, his name is Naya, Lang.”
Naya, muttered Gilang while smiling a smile. The shadow of the sweet girl's face flashed in her mind.
***
Iman had been looking at the phone screen for half an hour. The net is glued to the contact number of Love. Both of his palms were frozen. Chilly. The guy occasionally glances at his desk clock. Half eight o'clock at night. He looked back at the contact number. I want to push the call button. However, I don't know why his heart was hesitating. Debaran on his chest was racing along with the sound of the ticking clock of his desk.
After successfully resisting the doubts, he finally ventured to also make a call to that number. Iman held his chest that was increasingly beating while saying basmallah. His palms were getting frozen, cold. There was a ringtone refrain Istikharah Cinta from Sigmanasheed across the street. Shortly after, the ringtone stopped. Someone there raised his call.
Love, soon I who are very curious about your sweet and soft voice, will hear it directly.
“Waalaikum greetings.”
Faith gasped at the bass of a man from across the street. Time is wrong connecting? Faith breathed many times. His heart is beating fast. After somewhat controlling himself, he tried to return the voice.
“Ma ..., sorry Om, Love is there?”
“Love, Whose love? Sorry this is not the home of Mr. Governor of West Java.”
Faith scratches the head. His forehead is wrinkled, not understanding the meaning of Om's speech from across there. “Means Om?”
“Iya, Love it, ‘kan, nickname dear Mr. Ridwan Kamil for his wife.”
Faith is confused as to what to say. It's wrong he didn't ask Marina the full name of Love this morning. “Sorry, Om, distracting nights, maybe misconnect. Assalamu aleikum.”
“Waalaikum greetings.”
“From who, Pa?” tanya Love curious. His fingers held the tv remote and from then on just keep changing the channel. None of the television shows caught his attention.
“No idea, misconnect.”
Love nodded at her father's answer. A moment later, the beautiful girl was seen several times yawning. “Love sleep first yes, Pa. Sleepy.”
“Love, you are no longer close to a guy, ‘kan?” The Papa's question stopped the girl's move towards her room. He turned to face Papa.
“Ngak, Pa. His close love is Naya. Ask him if you don't believe.”
The man was relieved to hear his daughter's answer. He believed in the boy named Naya, because he was polite and looked good. “Ya. Have a nice dream.” The man's gaze continued to be glued to the child alone until the girl disappeared behind the door of her room.
Love, Papa will always protect you, before you meet the right man. I don't want to feel lost a second time. Enough of your Mama to leave Papa, the man's inner, shrivelled. Not feeling his eyes glazed when the shadow of his late wife's house flashed in his mind.
Clik. Faith ends the call. The guy restores his hair, then moves from the bed to the middle room. He grabbed the glass on the shelf and filled it with water in the dispenser, then gulped it down. The sound of footsteps approached him. Instantly the room was bright.
“Lho, Mommy hasn't slept?” Faith turned towards the figure standing behind her. The rush of Faith brought a drink for the Mother.
Miss Lastri took a little sip. “That, there was a female phone Mother. Nanyain Your brother.”
“Keep, what's he story?”
“What if Mommy is who Ikhsan is. Yes, Mother, do her work, hahaha. Funny kid too, man. Can compensate for the jokes of Mother.” Miss Lastri laughed along with laughter from her youngest child.
Rasain loe Marina's. I thought you would give me the wrong number. I give Mother's number to Elo. We're even, hahaha.
***
“Marina, wait!” Faith half ran over to the girl who was going to the library. “Whose number is this? Not a Love number, ‘kan? Do you want to know me?” Iman strafed Marina with a number of questions after she was right in front of the girl.
“Number is Love, Kok, Kak. Swears. He gave me two numbers, including that number.”
Faith saw there was seriousness in the tone of the girl's speech. “Gue surprised, anyway. The one who picked up the phone last night was like a father-father.”
“Perhaps, the hape is again held by his father, brother. Or because the one who called Love was a foreign number, so he asked his papa who was lifting.”
“Maybe too, yes.” Faith nodded her head. Marina's explanation makes sense as well.
“Kakak also took care of me. Yesterday I had a conversation with my sister Ikhsan.” The girl pursed her lips, annoyed.
“Hahaha, it's my Mother. Sorry, I don't mean fussing, just, I'm running a trust from my brother to not spread his number to anyone.”
“Buset, my future in-laws are really gaul huh? Kirain I yesterday chatted with fellow ABG.” The girl imagined what her Mother's face was like Kak Ikhsan. He speaks like a young man. Hopefully one day he meets face to face with the figure of this Mother slang. “Tuh, Brother, chance to pedekate.” Marina's index finger pointed towards Cinta who was having a serious conversation with Mr. Baratha in front of the principal's office.
“Sip, my doain yes. Elo too, happy fighting.” Faith approaches Love when Mr. Baratha has entered his room.
“Class X child yes? My name is Iman, class XI.” The white man stretched out his hand. Faith was very happy when the beautiful girl returned her hand.
“Love,” answered the girl briefly as she stepped into her class. Faith, though her chest was beating, tried to look calm, and walked beside Love.
“If you don't mind, I'll drop you to class.”
“No, really, no objection.”
The answer of the angel made Faith seem to float into space. “Eh yes, earlier why was it called the same Mr Baratha? Pak kepsek rarely smile you know, jutek, the effect is jaim alias keep that image. At home, he's that cute too huh? Wonderful, how can you talk as familiar as a cold person like Mr. Baratha.”
Love puts her shoulders together while looking at the face of the guy next to her at a glance, then smiles thinly.
“Ngak perasa, yes if the road with the angel, very fast to the destination. Love, I'm welcome to class. Happy learning. Have a nice day.”
Love nodded then threw a smile at Faith. The beautiful girl stepped into the classroom and sat on her stool. Apparently, Naya was already on that bench as well. Not long after, they were seen talking.
“Love! If Mr. Baratha makes you uncomfortable, tell me!” scream Faith in the doorway of class X. Suddenly, the guy felt his back being patted by someone from behind. He looked there and found Marina standing there.
“Elo, what is nimbrung? I still want to look longer the angel from here.”
“Sorry, Brother, instead of bothering. But, do not talk Mr. Baratha in front of Cinta.”
“Lho, why? I speak according to facts. Our captain is that, isn't he? Jaim.”
“Kakak didn't say that to Cinta?"
Faith nodded.
"Sister, Mr. Baratha is his papa Cinta.”
“Hah? Which actually?” Faith jerked. The guy was hoping that the girl standing in front of him was lying.
But Marina's nod implies that the girl's speech is not just a joke. Quickly, when Marina told him the contact number of Love, the row of numbers was like a stranger to him. Iman took out a book with Love's contact number from his carry-on bag. To be sure, the guy went to the school's mading board and matched the number in his book with the number listed on the school brochure attached to the mading board. I hope there are one or two different numbers. However, it turns out the same number, it's the phone number of Mr. Baratha. Instantly dizzy struck. The guy's massaging his temples.
I die.
