Love for Faith

The At A Camp Site

This Friday’at, the students were sent home early, because the MOPDB committee will hold a meeting. The headmaster who led the meeting, had already entered first into the hall used as the place for the meeting.

“Kak, want to go home with me?” Faith half-runningly chased after the older brother who was about to head to the hall.

“Elo first. I want a meeting first.”

“Cie, important person, meeting with the school.”

Ikhsan laughed in response to the joke from his sister. “Makanya, active dong, engage with activities, activities, and organizations in school, let me know how it feels to be close to the school.” Faith pursed her lips making Ikhsan's laughter again explode. “Oh yes, if my Mother comes home late, please say yes, I am in a meeting first. After that all Friday at the school mosque.”

“Beres, Brother.” Faith unites her thumb and index finger to form the letter O. First yes, assalamu alaikum.”

“Waalaikum greetings, be careful not to speed, Man.”

Time shows at 10:00 am, after all the core committee gathered, then the meeting began. In front of the hall, Mr. Baratha seemed to seriously convey something to all the meeting participants. The participants of the meeting consisting of several teachers and some students who are members of OSIS, listened carefully to all that was conveyed by Mr. Kepsek. At 11:00 the meeting was over. The women's committee prepared to go home, while the male organizers headed to the school mosque, about to take ablution, preparing to carry out Friday. Not long ago, Mr. Baratha along with male teachers and some male students who became the committee of MOPDB, looked solemn to perform congregational Friday prayers, led by Mr. Sajidin as imam and preacher. At exactly 13:00, they left the mosque heading to their homes.

“Assalamu aleikum.”

“Cie, who has met with important people. Kepo dong, sis, meeting about what the hell?” Iman asked Ikhsan at the door of the house. Faith chased after the older brother who was about to go to his room after putting his shoes on the shelf.

“Kak, asked instead silent. Important meeting about what? Can, ‘kan, your handsome sister like this Korean artist knows. Bisikkin dong.”

Ikhsan glanced at his sister's face. “Gue don't want to answer.”

“Yes, elo mah so, Sister. Main secrets. Same sister herself though.”

“Finally, Elo also did not reply to my greetings. Man, if anyone says a greeting, we must answer it.”

“Iya deh, yes, Brother. Excuse me. Waalaikum greetings.”

“Telate!” Ikhsan shouts the head of the sister and enters her room followed by Iman.

“Heh, why come in? Brother want to change clothes first!” Ikhsan exclaimed in shock when he saw Iman sitting on the bed.

“After dong, Brother. Please.” Faith cupped her hands together and looked at her brother with a pleading gaze, wanting to immediately ask for an explanation. “Gue was curious about the results of the meeting earlier. Must have something to do with MOPDB, huh? Want a follow-up event, ‘kan? Events outside of school like my class time? There is a Camp with Scouts, ‘kan?”

Ikhsan sighed and shook his head at the behavior of Faith. “Man, elo why are you so curious? Does it have anything to do with gebetan elo?” search for the handsome man while pulling the hand of Faith to rise from her seat. “ Uday, there, out!”

“Yes, Sister. Not fun ah.” Iman stepped out of her brother's room.

“Gue to change clothes first. Later I will clear it while eating lunch.” Ikhsan closed the door of the room, while Iman held his hands in the air while saying yes.

Faith taps her index finger on the dining table. He waited fifteen minutes there. Every now and then his gaze led to the door of the brother's room waiting for the owner to come out from there. Before long, the door creaked. Ikhsan went out from there wearing a dark blue plain shirt. The white man walked over to the dining table. Once there, he sat in one of his chairs. Faith greeted her brother with a smile. Ikhsan turned over the plate that was lying face down on the table, then filled it with rice and side dishes and began to feed into the mouth.

“Kak, how?”

“Before a while, I'll eat first.”

The priest pursed his lips. Every time Ikhsan feeds him, Iman sighs. The man's hand was propping up his chin, trying to remain patiently waiting. After Ikhsan finished eating and gulped down his drinking water until the toilet, then the slightly grim face of Faith turned bright.

“Kak ...”

“Eits, briefly. Clean up the former food.”

Faith bent her face. However, for the sake of information that is very much awaited, the man tried to sincerely clean the dishes and glasses of the former eating the brother. The guy put the dirty cutlery in the sink. Ikhsan laughed satisfied because he managed to prank his sister.

“By the way where is Mother? How did it not look?” Ikhsan opened the conversation after Iman sat down again nearby.

“Mother again there is a meeting of cadre mothers at Bu RW's house. So what, Sis of the meeting?”

“Meetings about MOPDB closing event. Bener said elo, the show is the same as the elo force, KBP aka Kemah Bersama Scouts in Ranca Upas for three days and two nights. The school asked for additional committee outside OSIS and Scout excursion, make help.”

“Well, coincidence, Sister. I am the same as Gilang. The duo of friends are always ready to help,” said Iman while posing like he was honoring the flag.

“Iya, I have indeed appointed several names of class XI and XII to be an additional committee, including the name of the elo as well as the soulmate elo."

Hearing her brother's words, the two Netra Faith sparkled happily. “Wah, thank you, Brother. Elo is the one who understands what I want the most.” So happy, Iman kissed the back of her brother's hand.

“Eh, uh, uh, not usually elo this way. Remember, Man. There I will still control the Elo. So, do not mess around, let alone dare to decetin the opposite sex. I will immediately return home before the activity is over,” threatened Ikhsan to make Iman scratch his head. At first glance, the face of Love danced in her eyes, making the chest of the oriental-faced man immediately swished.

***

At 06:00 in the morning, the committee and the new students had gathered at the school gate. Several buses appear lined up on the Pajajaran road. After checking the presence of the new students and checking the equipment, as well as their respective luggage, all students and also the MOPDB committee boarded the bus that had been given a serial number. They sit on the bench according to the number obtained.

Some of the students were carrying guitars. Along the way, some were singing, some were strumming guitars. There are also those who move their heads, following the rhythm of music that is heard through the headset. Many of those who closed their eyes wandered in their own dreamland. Faith and Gilang sit in the middle. Every now and then they looked at the row of benches where Love and Naya were sitting.

“God's Cause, Man, I'm a real saucy, yes,” whispered Gilang in the ear of Faith.

“More beautiful bidadari I dong, Lang.”

“Whatever, yes. Anyway there later we have to devise a strategy in order to succeed pedekate and successfully step into a more serious level again, Man."

“Hopefully, aja, Lang. But I guess I won't be free. Her observant eyes Kak Ikhsan will continue to stalk me.”

“Quiet, Man. There are many roads to Rome. We fought together.”

At exactly 08:00, the group arrived at the camp site. The event will run from this Saturday to Monday morning. The cold and fresh air is natural, greeting the group who just got off the bus. This is because, the Ranca Upas campground is at an altitude of 1,700 meters above sea level. In this area, at night, the cold can reach 0 degrees Celsius. So they were wanted to bring a thick jacket.

Ranca Upas campground is a tourist area that stands on an area of approximately 215 hectares which is included in the protected forest area. Ranca Upas is a diverse conservation area of rare plants, such as Mined, Kihujan, Jamiju, Huru, Hamirug, and many more. In this forest area there are also various types of protected animals, such as various birds and deer.

Faith looks awful. After feeling quite safe, because the brother did not seem to be near him, he pulled Gilang's hand and invited his friend to walk faster.

“Duh, Man, elo why the hell tell me to walk fast? Relax why? It's no longer a race. Where I haven't had breakfast yet. Limes for this." Gilang grumbled as he shook the hand of Faith. His footsteps were gontai. The guy in the gray jacket looked limp.

“Mump situation again safe, Lang. Yuk to it.” The man's ears in a black jacket of pride pointed towards two students of class X who were walking in unison, entering the camp site in tandem with other groups.

The mill looks happy. Either getting strength from nowhere, the hilarious-looking guy ran as fast as lightning leaving his best friend. “Gue first yes, bye.”

“Heu, basic, Ibro. He said lemes. Turn look clear-clear, the power goes a thousand times.” Rushing Iman ran after Gilang who seemed to have started chatting with the two new students.

“Hai, Love. Still remember me, ‘kan?” ask Faith with a breath of breath after she walks beside the idol. The forehead of the big-nosed girl looked wrinkled, trying to remember.

“Ehem ..., ahem.” Gilang who walked beside Naya repeatedly cleared his throat. “Eh, Nay, we go first yuk. I told you about this location. Last year my generation came here.”

“Bby, can, Brother.” The Arab-looking girl seemed enthusiastic with Gilang's invitation. Meanwhile, Cinta pulled the hand of Naya who was about to step away from her while glaring.

“Udah, Love, relax. Elo will be safe on the road with my friend this one.” Gilang patted his best friend's shoulder while whispering an encouraging word to the man in the black jacket. “We first yes, yuk, Nay.”

Naya nodded then walked following Gilang's footsteps. Love seemed a little upset at Naya who had the heart to leave him.

“Love, sorry, I said something that was not about Mr. Baratha. I didn't know that the captain was your Papa.”

“Eh Love, Love, wait!” Faith half-running trying to chase the pujaan. Fortunately, love has not gone too far from him. “Iya, Love, Your father is a cool figure. SMAN 6 is proud to have a director like him.” The Breath of Faith. “Pardon my words the other day yes.” To be more familiar, Iman changed the word “maya" to “aku.” For some reason, the faith that I do not spare to anyone, can feel very awkward dealing with the idol.

Love smiled little towards Faith making the man rustle. “Nothing, Brother. It's not my sister who said my dad was like that. Those who know him only at a glance must say that Papa I am jutek, cold, rarely smile.”

Faith rubbed her face slowly. Inwardly, he deeply regretted mixing with guilt and shame for having spoken ill of Mr. Baratha to his own daughter. This will certainly make a minus value in the eyes of the pujaan. Duh, ****, ****, ****.

“Love, will you forgive me for what I said the other day? I am not good at it.” Faith scratches the head. Things he always does if he is in a state of uneasy or groggy. In fact, both of his palms had already been cold.

“Already, Brother. It's okay, kok.” The beautiful girl smiled sincerely. Not a hint of annoyance at the look on his face.

“But .... You .... You, still want to be friends with me?” Stammering Faith said accompanied by a pounding in the chest that was increasingly clear. The guy lowered his gaze, not daring to stare at his interlocutor. Before long, he reached out to the girl. His right hand felt frozen.

Unexpectedly, Love received the helping hand of Faith. The girl's hand was warm and smooth, as gentle as her speech style. A small nod from the angel, making Faith sigh, relieved while saying hamdallah.

“Thank you yes,” said Iman made the beautiful girl once again nod. “By the way Mr Baratha where? How did it not look?”

“Papa not coming. There was a meeting of the principals he said.”

The answer of the idol made Iman feel even more relieved and also cheerful. Again his heart said hamdallah accompanied by a word that cheered in the chest. Yes.

Iman retreated a little from Cinta, because Ikhsan's eyes were watching him from a distance.

***

The activities of Kemah Bersama Pramuka or KBP began with the opening ceremony. Who became the ceremonial officer, came from an extracurricular member of SMAN 6 Bandung scout called Ambalan Rakean Sunda for son and Ambalan Purnamasari for daughter. All officers carry out their duties correctly and in an orderly manner. And so do all the participants. They followed the ceremony with solemnity.

“Good sisters. We have performed the ceremony in an orderly and neat manner. Still on spirit, ‘kan?” shouted Anto, one of the members of Ambalan scouts through the loudspeakers.

“Masiiih!” The new disciples simultaneously answered him in a compact manner.

“Good. Well, when the younger brothers of Junior High, must have participated in camping activities, right? Try brandishing his hands that have joined the camper?” Anto paused for a moment of his speech, waiting for answers from the participants. “Wah, great, yes. Almost everyone has followed. Means, the sisters are no stranger to how to set up a tent? Why does my sister ask this? Because the event that will take place soon is related to the tent. What activity is it?”

The participants looked stark, but no one dared to guess. They just whispered to each other with their fellow group members. The voices of the participants began to fuss and the atmosphere became not conducive.

“Sisters, relax. Gossiping connect first yes.” Anto's words suddenly made a noise like the buzzing of a bee instantly stop. The situation is silent again. “Good, sister continue, yes. So, the activity this time will be filled with a race to set up a tent. Please each group berbug to choose five members who will be submitted as participants of the race. Try the chosen people are already adept at setting up a tent.”

The participants began to busy discussing, determining five people from their group who would be appointed to the race. Iman and Gilang were sitting on the bench of a stall located not so far from where the race was held. Their eyes were on Cinta and Naya who were discussing with the group's friends.

“Hey, alone, like a bicycle tire.” A pat on their shoulders from behind made the two flinch.

“Kak Ikhsan makes a hanger aja.” Faith caresses her thumping chest.

“From dumbly, elo both around. Watching the race. Who knows if anyone needs help.”

“Sip, Brother, sakep.” Gilang held out both thumbs of his hands. Rushing they both got up from their seats stepping towards the venue of the race.

“V chance, Man. We deketin his group Love Naya aja,” said Gilang half whispered, because Ikhsan walked right behind them.

“Elo's way of thinking is like me, Lang. Let's sneak up there.”

Half-running the two best friends approached Cinta and Naya who were busy setting up a tent with her three other friends. However, the two XI class disciples were unable to twitch, as Ikhsan was standing right beside them.

In the afternoon, around 13:00 all students are directed to the field to participate in fun games. Here each participant competes to win the games that the OSIS team has provided. All participants seemed enthusiastic to follow the series of games given by senior brothers, so inviting laughter between them, even though the weather was actually very hot.

When Iman was busy watching the race, Gilang approached him in a hurry. “Man .... Man, Love, Man.” Gilang leaned over, holding both knees.

“Love why, Lang? Take a breath first, keep telling me what?” Faith thrust a bottle of mineral water at her exhausted-looking friend.

Gilang obeyed his best friend. Time and again the man with the hair halved sighed, then gulped down his drink. After her breathing began to settle, she told me. “Injury love, Man. He fell in the relay race again. Legs sprained. I don't think he can walk him.”

The look on Faith turned frantic. The worry is clearly there. “Which side, Lang?”

“Hayu, come with me.”

Both of them rushed to the place where Love was. There, Naya and all the members of her group shrouded in Love. Ikhsan was among the crowd.

“Love, O Allah, you are okay, ‘right? Where does it hurt? Here, let me treat.” Faith flocked the girl with a number of sentences that suddenly just slid smoothly from her lips. This is due to a great worry.

“Have .... already, Love don't get too cloaked, later he's angry!” exclaimed Bu Lita, one of the senior teachers at SMAN 6, making the crowd a little bit pulled over. “Which part hurts, Love?” the math teacher applied massage oil on the part that Love showed, then began to massage it. The girl repeatedly grimaced in pain.

“Love, hold, strong yes.” Naya stroked the head of her best friend who was covered in a white veil. His eyes looked at the pity of the figure in pain.

“Love, relax, yes. It's nothing, really. Pain a little resistant yes, let his legs heal.” Faith tries to comfort the idol.

“Man, I put this group first huh. I want to go around first see other circumstances.”

“Iya, Brother. But, I ask permission as long as Love has not healed, please he told me to rest first from all activities,” said Iman with a pleading tone while holding the shoulder of the brother. Ikhsan nodded then left the place and monitored the other group.

A pair of pretty eyes belonging to Love looked at the back of Ikhsan who was getting away with a disappointed look.

Why isn't he worried about me? the girl, sad.

After finishing performing the congregational ashar prayer, the activity continued with the introduction of several extracurriculars involved in this activity, namely KIR, Terase, DRI, Scouts, etc, and the introduction of the board of the Intra School Student Organization (OSIS) after the completion of Maghrib prayer.

The introduction of the OSIS board is quite interesting to discuss. This fortuitously sunny night, OSIS gives an amazing appearance. The manager of OSIS seems to want to give an argument to all prospective students that they are teenagers who are still following the times, teenagers who are excited and fun, but still know the limits of the rules set.

“Love, how are her legs?” Faith sits beside Love while listening to the activities tonight.

“Alhamdulillah, it's been a little better, Kak.”

“Thank God, hopefully get well soon. Don't get too suspended. Take it easy, I have permission to Kak Ikhsan. Let you do not need to join other activities.”

Love smiles a little towards Faith. The girl sighed. If the attention is like this, Brother Ikhsan .... The girl glanced at Ikhsan who was right across from where she was sitting at the moment. That handsome guy was talking to the other committee.

The second day of activities, starting with congregational Fajr prayers which are then followed by healthy gymnastics, called "scout gymnastics.” The relaxed and fun carrying of the instructor makes participants forget the morning which is still around 05.30 which is actually still a comfortable time to continue sleeping.

After healthy gymnastics they immediately had breakfast together, and received a variety of materials on scouting history, organizational structure, introduction of SKUs (General Skills Requirements) and SKKs (Special Skills Requirements), scout identification marks, etc, scout enforcement organizations, line-up regulations in the field, end with the achievement of TKK (Sign of Special Skills) and cooking before finally performing Maghrib and Isya congregational prayers.

After the Isya prayer, participants were directed to the field to carry out the bonfire ceremony. The process of lighting a bonfire at this ceremony began when all the extracurricular leaders of SMAN 6 Bandung surrounded the pile of firewood, lighting and lifting torches in their grasp while saying their respective extracurricular pledges, one of them is Ikhsan, the chairman of the DRI exkul. After all the extracurricular leaders succeeded in pronouncing the pledge, they threw the torch simultaneously so as to produce a large fire. After the bonfire ceremony, the activity was continued with an art performance from all the volunteers who participated in this KBP activity.

The next day, the activity continued with the closure of the KBP as well as a sign that the entire series of MOPDB activities ended. All participants carried out the closing ceremony, having previously carried out healthy gymnastics, ant or hygiene operations, and mandala activities led by mentors from their respective groups.

Iman was relieved to see the idol had walked as usual again, not hobbled like two days before. This indicates that the sprained leg of Love has healed completely.

Suddenly the net was pounded on a pink diary lying just like that on the campground. Faith picked him up, her hands clapping the dirt stain that was stuck in the diary. On the front cover is clearly engraved the name of the owner. Deg, the chest of Faith is pounding. He gently stroked the name listed there. When Iman was about to return the diary, it turned out that the owner was no longer visible from his nose.

Let it be for a while, he kept the diary first. Iman stuffed the pink-coated book into his carry bag and intended to return it later when he met at school. Notably, this can be used as a reason for Faith to be able to converse with him, hoping that the meeting later does not create awkwardness again between them.