YOU ARE MY PRIEST
YOU ARE MY PRIEST 7
"Gue hope, you're far away from Hanum." The man's tone was now rising, his eyes were so blazing with anger.
"No!" argue the man in front of him. Now that punch after punch was thrown, blue had adorned their faces.
The man had round eyes lying in front of him.
"If you don't want to be far away? I'll stay away from you with Hanum." The man just clenched his hands, he had no more energy to fight the arab-faced man.
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As a girl was pacing around her car, her eyes scanned every student out of her class. The girl was agitated, visible from her eyes. He glanced at the digital clock attached to his hand, his lips often cursing. The person he was waiting for did not arrive. Looks like a man came to approach the girl, his steps were not because of the direction.
"Where are you from, Fir?" The girl's eyes examined the different people in front of her. "Firman, what's wrong with you?" ask the girl again, the Word is still in a state of limp and not calm. "No, Num. No matter what, come home," take the Word. The worry wrapped in Hanum's oval face, the man just smiled sweetly at the girl.
Now that they're in the car, Word drives so slowly. His bruise caused pain in his jawbone, maybe the man's blow was too hard. It took them half an hour until they got home. "Hmm," the man's lips opened, "I don't think it's been 7 months we're in 3rd grade.". The Word looked at the girl, "Hanum are you okay?." Hanum blinked his eyes, then nodded slowly, "Eh, that's okay."
"What are you thinking?."
"No, Fir." Word only looked at the girl, that restless smile that man had gotten.
Now they have reached each other's homes, as usual the girl gave the sweetest smile she had. Firman stared softly, then returned the smile with a wave of his hand. His legs were heavy, his heart was like it was not his now. The worry enveloped the body of this teenage boy, his brain still had many questions. Word approached the middle-aged woman, "Mi?" He looked up, a smile flashed across his face, "What about Hanum?."
The woman warmly embraces her first son, "Son, it all depends on Hanum's decision. Have you asked him?." The Word immediately shook his head, "Hanum did not say yes or no. But, he just said. If he and I were a match, we'd meet." Umi simply smiled, "Son, rest assured that someday Hanum will accept your proposal." The Word is fragile, the belief about his proposal being accepted is impossible. Meanwhile, Bagas was already willing to take a quick step in front of me.
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I don't know, what makes Firman want to urge Hanum to answer his proposal immediately. He had a bad premonition, later on about his answer. In the male brain it is only a decision, a certainty. He accepts any risk that befalls him later, if indeed the girl does not choose him he will not dispute it.
"Assalammualaikum, Hanum," the young man shouted.
"Waalaikumsalam, uh Nak the Word."
"Hm," his eyes glanced into the house, "Hanumnya there's aunty?."
"Just now, Hanum came out with his friend," his eyeballs turned upwards as if remembering, "It's like his name, Bagas."
The confidence Hanum gave off instantly shattered the man's mentality. He was sure of what the girl he loved said. However, all was just sweets for him. "Where are you going, Auntie?."
Firman smiled sweetly, then said goodbye. His brain now twisted all the memories of the girl, disappointed, angry to be one in the body of the Word. His heart was like a sharp iron, aching to be pulled out, aching to be sustained.
Look, if we're a match. God willing, we are found. You mentioned my name, and also my father in front of the ruler
"Murghh." He ruffled his hair, the word was always jubilant in his brain. The repeated words made her even more sick, even resentful of the girl. Completely chaotic, his fragile heart was more fragile than before. His teeth growled, his emotions unstable. He loved the girl so much that he got his own risk. His body was resting on the front seat of the house, his eyes closed slowly. His body was completely in a limp state, his mind filled with disappointment.
If he's not a match, keep him out of my life. Pinta the man inwardly. His feet slowly stepped towards the girl's house, his eyes full of water that was still able to be contained. Word awaits the arrival of the girl in front of his house, honestly this is indeed sick to the Word.
"Loh, Word." The voice of the girl that Word knew, he just smiled indifferently to see the girl he loved with his sworn enemy.
"Come here, Hanum." The hand of the Word.
"What's up, Man?" the girl asked, her eyes looking at the floor of her house.
"You're going the same way, Bagas?." Now the girl's eyes are up, "Sorry."
The man raised his eyebrows, "I know you have a heart, at least don't hang my feelings." Heavy steps on his feet, disappointment smeared him. The feeling had been played with, there was no answer from the girl. Halal requests for Hanum are just playful, Firman thought.
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For the Word their distance is no longer a closeness, the girl moved away so quickly since yesterday's incident. Long distance, that's what's in the brain of the Word, if it's true the girl doesn't belong to him. But, the feeling is still there, the resolve is still round. He never understood the way of love.
"Bism," the voice of the Word. The final exam of the semester determines graduation, making him even more have to quickly forget the girl. Motivation was clearly exposed in the man's mind, although his heart was not as happy as the look on his face, he tried sincerely. The closeness of Hanum and Bagas was not a problem for him, there was no rejection in his proposal yesterday. For him, it's not over. Obstinately. His brain was full of struggles that resulted in vain. It is not a tripical person who leaves something that has not been confirmed, because, it is a matter of seriousness not playfulness. He is sure that everything will bear good fruit. The black bag was already stuck on the owner's back, a beautiful smile was flashed so well on his face. His feet were speeding firmly, the sound of the shoe mat meeting the floor was so loud.
"The word!" The sound of footsteps ran, the sound was heard loudly in the ears of the Word. "Where's the test?." A soft voice that can make the heart of the Word vibrate.
What other trials are these?. Inner Word. Word turned to the direction of the voice, his eyes stiff hard to move. Now the point of his eyes has gone to the beautiful face of the girl he loved first. He just smiled, looking at the girl with the man he loved. The pain certainly gnawed at his body, what other trials would befall him.
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..."If you stay away on the grounds that you don't love me, it's my honor, which is good for me, to leave by strengthening my feelings. And if, you stay away for the same reason, but don't tell me that. For me it's an insult, to torture my feelings with fire."...
... ~ Firman Fimansyah ~...
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