The Journey of Love Shofia

Fatimah's Feelings

A round of applause from the library. All the audience appreciated Fatimah's performance. Fatimah lived the poem she read. The clear details of her tears came down at the end of her poem.

Shofia and her two best friends looked at each other. They realized there was something they did not know about Fatima. They knew very well that it was Fatimah who made the poem. Some days they saw Fatimah making the poem. But they don't know the contents yet.

What happened to Fatimah? Is there a male figure referred to in the poem that Fatimah read? Is it possible that it is just poetry? Many questions arise in the hearts of the three companions of Fatimah.

After she finished reading, Fatimah immediately returned with her friends. He found his friend with a strange face. Full of suspicion and investigation even though it looks sad in the radiance of his third eye.

Fatimah realized that her best friend was suspicious. He grinned while scratching his non-itchy nape.

"Hehehe. Why you?" ask Fatimah.

"What kind of question is that?" sinis Nur's.

"here! We need an explanation!" Salwa pulled Fatimah's hand out of the library and followed her two friends.

The four of them sat facing each other under a tree on the edge of the field. For a moment there was only silence in their midst. The atmosphere became awkward. No one has started yet. They were still waiting for Fatimah to explain. They knew that Fatimah knew what they wanted.

Fatimah breathed a slow breath. He's still trying to string the right words together. His best friend must have understood what happened. With the silence of Fatimah they realized that there was indeed something behind the poem that Fatimah had read earlier.

"Who is he hem?" Shofia opened her voice. He's not impatient.

"He's... Who you mean?" Fatimah tried to avoid.

"We know there's something you're hiding from us. Let's hurry up the story." insisted Salwa.

"Emm actually.. ah forget it! Say it never happened!" Fatimah is not ready. He's still embarrassed. Because this is the first time she's been in love

"Where can it be like that? We already know how you feel. And you ask us to forget? Huh basic!" Nur was upset by Fatimah's reply.

"Fat, if you don't tell us. How can we understand you. We are not the ones who can read your heart. Maybe we can help you" Shofia said as she held onto Fatimah's arm.

"That bill. And again. If we didn't know it could be that one day the guy shot a wrong one of us and accepted it because he didn't know how you felt. You want to be like that?" added Salwa.

Fatimah looked at Salwa and her three companions. Considering what attitude he would take. His three best friends are still waiting for the decision Fatimah made. Even if Fatimah refused to be forthright, they would also accept.

"All right, I'll tell you" Fatimah broke up. Now his three friends are watching closely.

"The first time I liked him was when he helped me when my leg sprained from accidentally slipping. The beginning of meeting used to be normal. But for some reason since that incident this feeling has grown. His attitude has changed towards me since then. He's getting more and more attentive." Fatimah recalled the beginning of her meeting. Starting from his legs sprained three months at the beginning of the entry MA.

"That means it's been a long time."The third of his friends.

"Who is Fat?" tanya Nur shook Fatimah's arm out of curiosity.

"But don't make fun of it!" Fatimah was afraid that once she was honest and her friends knew her feelings they would make fun of her.

"Not going to Fat we promise!" shofia said seriously.

Fatimah breathed filled her lung cavity to give her calmness and strength. His three friends are still waiting.

"He's Zaki. I know Zaki is my classmate." honestly Fatimah. His three friends understood and knew.

"fast. He's handsome and nice to look at." Nur gave an assessment.

"Sweet black. You can." said Salwa with a smile.

"really. I heard she was still single. We support you." Shofia smile.

"Thank you guys" they all hugged.