Love for Faith

A Letter Makes Sparkling Eyes

Faith stepped lightly excitedly in the corridors of the school. She occasionally sings Love You Like a Love Song by her idol Selena Gomez. In front of the principal's room, Mr. Baratha seemed to be having a serious conversation with Love. Suddenly, his steps came to a halt, for the famous captain rarely smiled as he called out to him.

“Iman, come here briefly.”

His chest was pounding incoherently. What did the future-in-law call him? Is it to convey a command, a message, or a message that must be carried out wholeheartedly?

“Man, I know you put your heart to your daughter,” said Mr. Baratha while patting the shoulder of Faith.

Apparently Mr. Baratha in addition to being the principal, concurrently being paranormal as well. The proof is that he can guess my feelings. Faith scratching the head.

“Bapak blesses your relationship. From now on, I trust. Love is with you. Can you, Man keep Love?”

Faith nodded. After shaking hands with Cinta and Pak Baratha, he ran along the corridor of the school to find Gilang and tell her the happy news. So happy, Iman did not pay attention to his steps, until he slipped and----

Gedubrak ....!

Faith fell. Surprisingly, when the guy opened his eyes, it turned out that he was rolling on the bed. “Buset, it was just a dream. But, I'm really excited. Especially if it's really.”

“Faith, this is half seven. You haven't woken up yet?” Mother shouted very loudly while opening the door of her youngest son's room. “Why did you fall asleep there?” Mother was astonished to see Faith sleeping on the floor grimacing.

“Fall, Bund.”

“You're not going to school? It's noon, you know.”

Iman glanced at your beloved desk clock on the nightstand. The short needle is almost seven.

“Buset, it's noon gini. Mother why not wake up from earlier?”

“Mother has woken you up from dawn, still do not wake up too. Previously if until this hour has not been up yet, you want Mother to flush using ice water!”

“ No, Bund. Faith can shower alone kok.” In a panic, Iman ran to the bathroom. After bathing, Iman hurriedly put on his shoes then approached Mother who was having breakfast, about to say goodbye.

“Man, breakfast first,” said Mother while applying bread with chocolate jam favorite Iman.

Faith took a glass of water on the table and drank it. “Iman rush Bund. Good luck, here.” Faith then kisses the back of the Mother's hand.

“Iman, wait!” exclaimed Miss Lastri before Iman opened the front door.

“Yes, Bund?”

“You if in a hurry, do not let anyone forget, dong,” Mother's advice while trying to hold back laughter.

Iman went back to check the contents of his bag and checked all the required textbooks according to today's schedule.

“Udah complete, Bund.”

Bu Lastri lowered his gaze towards the feet of Faith. “You're not wearing pants yet. Time to school just use a color doang? Where is the picture of Doraemon again.” Bu Lastri's laughter exploded, unable to hold him anymore.

Waduh, if Mr. Baratha sees me like this, can be fired as a prospective daughter-in-law. Faith took a thousand steps towards the room, taking her uniform pants. After fully dressed, Iman immediately ran to the garage and pulled out his favorite motorcycle. Iman drove his bike faster than Gerry, Spongebob's pet snail in a marathon race. Because of his beautiful dreams, he woke up late.

Fortunately, his dream was only until the statement of Mr. Baratha who asked him to keep Love, if it continues until he and Love are made, maybe Faith can wake up at twelve noon.

Upon arrival at the school gate, Iman parked his motorbike. The gate was closed, and Mr. Sasongko, who used to always stand there, was no more. Faith reached into his pants pocket and took out a cell phone to look at the clock. Turns out, time has shown at half eight more.

“Arrgh! It's really late!” grunt while ruffling frustrated hair.

If he does not enter today, it means he will lose the opportunity to join the math. Faith is lazy if you have to follow up, because no one can be questioned when he has difficulties, aka no one will give him cheat. However, there is no word surrender in the dictionary of Faith. He created a saying in his mind, there are still many paths to the school gate, including if you have to climb it.

Finally, Iman pushed his N Max towards the Mang Wawan kiosk near SMAN 6 and left it there. After that, he again walked towards the school and began to climb up the gate. Upon reaching the top, Iman jumped. There was the sound of his uniform torn, because it hooked to the pointed iron end of the gate.

“Sial, even tear!” gerrutu annoyed.

Faith was forced to walk by covering the back of her torn pants. He was heading to his class. Faith constantly looks to the right and to the left to make sure no one sees it. Arriving in front of the class, he peeked through the window.

Inside, all the students were busy working on the matter, but there was no Bu Lita there. Yes, safe, inner. However, by the time Iman turned around, the famous math teacher killer was standing in front of him.

“Eh, Mother.” Faith scratched his nape. “Today is sunny yes, Bu.”

“For why are you here?” ask Ms. Lita.

“This, Mom the glasses are so dirty. I again clean the dust.” Faith pretends to wipe the window.

“Then you clean the student toilet. There is also a lot of dust.”

Faith turns eyes. What a pesky fate today, inversely proportional to his beautiful dreams. “But, Bu ..., my repeat how?”

“Neither but-but. You want the punishment added to the field? For replicates you can follow up!”

Iman stepped foot into the student toilet. The punishment of the teacher was indeed very identical to him. But that is how faith is. He was just an ordinary man with thousands of flaws.

***

Canteen, where Faith was wearying after serving her sentence. Iced orange mixed milk, became the beverage of choice to quench thirst. Some students were already seen queuing up, ordering food and drinks that would free them from hunger and thirst. From a distance, looks Gilang walk towards Faith.

“Tumben elo again. Kirain has been repented of this one disease, “ said Gilang after sitting next to Iman. The hilarious-looking man was astonished, because Iman had not been late for a long time to school.

“Gue, ‘kan overnight stay up. Prepare for a mathematical repetition.”

“But in vain, ‘kan. Elo even have to follow up next week?”

Faith is weak. In fact, actually, all night he could not sleep because he thought of a way to talk about Love to his brother, plus he was lulled by his beautiful dreams, making him wake up late and come to school late. If Iman does not succeed in persuading Kak Ikhsan, he must think hard to find the right way out. While pondering, the tail of his eyes caught the figure of the elder brother walking towards the library. Faith moved from her seat. It was time for him to speak with Kak Ikhsan, because at home he did not have time to meet his brother.

“Where are you going, Man? No message batagor first?” ask Gilang while looking curiously at his best friend.

“Later, I ate it at home. Mother makes special batagor fish flavor Nemo.” Faith answers as soon as it leaves its thickest friend

Silvery head bobbles watching the strange and suspicious behavior of his best friend. It felt like trailing Faith, but the tummy-chanting call was immediately filled, making him undo the intention and immediately drag his steps, mingling with the other disciples who were ordering batagor.

Upon arrival at the library, Iman approached the older brother who was seriously reading. “Kak, I want to say,” whispered Iman after being near his brother.

Ikhsan looked up at the sister who was putting on a serious face. “That's been talking.”

“Iya, yes. Want to enter DRI or HI?”

Faith shakes. “Not that, Brother. It's about someone who has a heavy crush on elo.”

“That's an old song. I'm not weird to hear it.”

“But this sister is another. If you were dating him, you would be happy. Because he has a sincere love from the heart.”

“Elo has not had breakfast yet? This hour has been done aja.”

“Duh, Brother, I'm serious. She's beautiful, Pinter again. And his hobbies are the same as elo, brother. Reads. Elo would fit him. Anyway, he's a very perfect figure.”

“That perfection belongs only to God, Man.”

“Kak, if elo be with him, elo will not regret deh.”

“Huge promotion. Don't-don't the elo who has a crush on him.”

Yes, sister, I have a big crush on him. That's why I want to unite him with Elo, the person he loves so much, let him be happy. “Kak, her name is Cinta Lintang Larasati, a child of class X. She's Mr. Baratha's daughter. Not interested?”

Hearing Iman mention that name, Ikhsan tried to remember. The name is not foreign. Ah, yes. That girl I helped, when I fainted on the third day of MOPDB. “Keep, if he's a secretary, I have to say wow while salto it?”

“It is not so, Brother. Consider making her the girlfriend of elo.”

“Gue don't want to date, Man. Point.” Ikhsan closed the book he read and then moved from the chair. “Move, move. I'm going to class. Udah bell in.”

“Kak, please. Later Brother regrets you already rejected a girl as beautiful as him.”

“Gue is even more sorry if he accepts his feelings. Just as with piling up sins,” said Faith firmly as it passes from the face of Faith.

“Kak, why are you so, anyway? They reject the sincere love of someone. Brother!” the priest shouted because his brother was already a bit away from him.

“Sstt, noisy!” Bu Azkia leaned towards Faith. Reflex, the guy covered his mouth with both hands.

Iman stepped foot into the XI class. His body was at school, but his mind was glaring far away. Faith had expected, her brother would definitely refuse. He breathed heavily. How to make love happy? ogre. The tail of her eyes caught Love looking sadly at Kak Ikhsan who was seen walking in the school corridor. The guy's heart was heartbroken and pityed. Faith smiled wryly. He hopes that tonight he will find a way out.

***

That night, Iman's brain really thought hard, harder than it would be to face the Year-End Assessment. His mind turned constantly thinking of ways to make Love happy.

“Come, dong, inspiration come. Sorry, I'm not calling Ilham Sanusi, my classmate, hehehe.” Faith laughed, trying to comfort her troubled self.

The Netra of Faith went around, sweeping through the entire room. Who knows, there is something that could bring up the idea in his mind. As her gaze was fixed on an envelope containing a notification letter from the school, Iman came up with an idea. He started picking up a piece of paper from a letter he bought at the photocopier across from the school this afternoon. Jemari Iman started writing something there.

Assalamu alaikum, Love, how are you? Must be surprised yes, there was no rain, the flood receded, the tsunami did not appear, suddenly I sent a letter? Sorry, not to show off my neat and good writing, but through this letter, I want to say something. Listen to my thoughts, about him. How sweet, the smile of his lips. You must be reading this sentence while singing the song Listen to my Curse Vierra, huh? Upps, sorry. Just kidding's. To be taken seriously, two rius, up to three rius is also okay.

Love, you certainly still remember, ‘kan the event where you fainted during the third day of MOPDB? That's where I knew, you know, your full name. Eitss, don't think I'm a master of laughter, until I know everything. No, kok. Just leave the counterfeit money detector that works glaring mah.

You must be wondering, yes, why did I know your name, even though we have not met? Want to know how, you are unconscious? I read from your tag name. Now, guess what, what's my name? I said yes, let me be confused, not you. My name is Ikhsan Eka Wicaksana. If I can be honest, when I first saw you, I immediately liked you. And, I'm sorry if I'm spooked. I also know, you secretly observe me often. Ciee, really, ‘ right? You must be nodding right now.

A letter from me first. If my hands are not sore, I will connect again. Keep smiling, don't be sad, because that smile makes your face more beautiful than Snow White. Four times four sixteen, had no time, this letter must be replied.

N.B: Let you not have to bother buying stamps and go to the post office, you can leave a reply to my sister who is super duper sakep aka Faith the warrior of love. Don't worry, he won't dare to read it.

After rereading her writing and feeling satisfied, Iman folded the letter and put it in a pink envelope, matching the color of her letter paper. He smiled a little, may this effort succeed in making Love happy.

The next day, after the Fajr prayer, Iman rushed to the bathroom. Usually, he slept again, continuing the dream. But this time, Iman immediately got ready to go to school.

The Mother who was surprised to see Iman was wearing a neat uniform, approached the youngest child while fingering his forehead.

“Man, you are so diligent at this hour already want to go to school? It was five: ten, you know. You're aware, ‘kan?”

“Alhamdulillah, Iman does this with full awareness, Bund,” replied Iman while wearing shoes. Once again he observed his shoes, worried about misusing them again. He breathed a sigh of relief, because the shoes he wore were correct and in accordance with the school rules.

“Before, if today you are difficult to build, Mother is ready to go to the house of Mr. RT. Borrow toa.” Mother laughed little to see her son pursed his lips.

“Mother, use to borrow loudspeakers all. Ears of Faith are still normal, Bund. Promise me, Iman will not be happy again. Poor Mother, on the sidelines of the state task of taking care of the household, Mother so have extra work, build Iman.”

“Alhamdulillah, Mommy is happy if you can think more mature. But, why did this one leave? It's still dark and quiet outside. Kak Ikhsan has not yet left, still in his room.” Mother looked curiously at her second son.

“Iman happened to be today picket, Bund.”

“Yes, before leaving, breakfast first, let you sweep the class properly, full of concentration and high spirits. So the results are clean and tidy.”

Faith laughs little to hear Mother's speech which is exactly like delivering a motivational speech. Then, he dragged his steps to the dining table. Not long after, he had already devoured a loaf of bread smeared with chocolate jam. While the Mother prepared a glass of milk for Faith.

Finished breakfast, Iman advanced his N Max casually. The streets still seemed deserted, so he could arrive at school quickly. The atmosphere of SMAN 6 still looks quiet. Faith steps foot into class X by sidling. He was worried, what he did was caught by people. After it was felt that there was no one near it, Iman continued his steps into class X. A moment later, he looked confused. Still no one is seen around. Safe. Iman then kept the letter he wrote last night, under the table where Love used to occupy his stool.

After completing his mission, Iman dragged his steps lightly towards the XI class. Sometimes a whistle sounded from his lips. This is the reason for him to come early to school, which is to keep a letter under the Love table without being caught by anyone. The first test went pretty well. Hopefully the next days can be this easy too.

Upon arrival in class XI, Iman again stepped foot into class X, to make sure the letter really fell into the hands of Love. Near the school, Iman did a reconnaissance. He did not take his eyes off the door of Class X.

Before long, she saw Love who had just arrived, stepping into her class. The chest of Faith was pounding, fearing that his plan had failed.

Shortly thereafter, Love appeared in a wry light on the doorstep of the classroom while holding the envelope that Faith had placed under her desk before Love came. Faith is relieved.

Love opened the envelope and took out its contents. A moment later, the beautiful Netra Cinta began to trace line by line the sentence listed in the letter. After reading it, the two beautiful eyes of Love sparkled happily while holding the letter on his chest. Faith was so happy to see that. His mission to make Love happy was successful.

“Man, why elo smile yourself in mading?” asked Gilang astonished while patting his best friend's shoulder.

“Astagfirullah, Elo, Lang. Make it a shock. This, I am very excited, because my poetry is displayed in mading.” Faith flutter, while answering the origin of Gilang's question. His index pointed to one of the poems attached to the mading.

“Mana?” Curious, Gilang sharpened his gaze to the poem Iman pointed out earlier and seriously read it. “This is a poem by Chairil Anwar. Kirain I really elo poem. Indiscriminate ngaku-ngaku.”

Faith acted as if she was reading the poem again. “Oh, yes, I was wrong. After all, it looks similar. It's just different in the title. It's called Me, if my poem is called You.”

“There's aja elo, Man.”

“Udah, don't think about it. Go to class. Udah bel.” Faith drew Gilang's hand, took him away from there, so that his friend would not suspect. Before actually going far away from there, Iman again glanced at Love whose face looked more cheerful and vibrant. Seeing that, Iman felt very happy, even though the rest of his heart was a little sore.