This afternoon is very boring. The teacher who was supposed to teach this afternoon was ill. So he did not come in today. The noisy class atmosphere with the hot weather made me feel in hell.
The clock shows at 14:10.
'There's an hour left before going home' I muttered to myself. School schedule is at 15:10 because I'm attending a madrasah.
While being cool to write poetry, a well-built man approached me.
"Fey, come home from school please help me the table mat". Pinta Fakhrul to me.
"Put it yourself!". I say indifferently.
"Please, I'm a boy, where can I?".
"Okay, I'll help you later". I told her. Fakhrul went away. But I'm still busy with my poetry. I watched the class again. Some gang together while gossiping, there is a perpetuating moment of class fuss, there are busy doing the task, there is also a singing-singing not clear.

Finally, the long-awaited time comes. The bell goes home. All the students are competing to go home. I also raced. But someone was blocking my way.
"Where's the promise?". Fakhrul asked me. honestly, I'm so lazy this afternoon. But what can I do, I have promised Fakhrul.
"Okay, okay, where is the paper?".
"This is it!". he handed me a marble paper, a plated plastic, and a glue. Oh yes, my name is Falerin Azzahra. And Fakhrul is my class president. Although not long ago, but we feel very familiar.
The atmosphere became quiet. Reasonable, because only we both are in the classroom. Finally Fakhrul's voice broke the silence.
"Fey ...". Call him gently.
"Hmmm..". I replied coolly.
"Can not tell?"
"May Rul, the story!".
"I like one girl. I should how?".
"If you dare, tell me directly. But I suggest you do not have to go out. Not useful ". Fakhrul watched my word for word. Apparently he was quite satisfied with what I suggested.
'Who's the girl you like rul ?. I'll say Congratulation to that very lucky lady. I mumbled to myself.
Ever since I got to know Fakhrul, I seemed to know the superhero who had saved my smile from the jail of misery. I do not care if he has the same feelings for me, or not at all. All I think about is a smile, and the stories I always hear from her.
Tonight he's calling me. But the difference, this time he called not to tell stories.
"That's just the job, right?".
"Yes Rul".
"Fey ..". He called me gently. He tried to remind me of the incident when he and I put up the base of his desk. All of that happened in my mind now.
"Still remember, when I said that I like the same girl?". She asked doubtfully.
"Yes Rul". I replied.
"I want to advise you".
"Oh, that is good. Is there any courage ?? ".
"God willing already". Her voice was soft. We paused for a while. My mind is screwed. My heart would be very sick if I knew that he did not like me. Fakhrul began to speak again.
"Fey, I like you!". Fakhrul said the words I had never expected before. At that moment my heart was beating very fast. My name is irregular. I want to fly to the seventh heaven.
"Haaah ?? are you kidding Rul? ". I'm still in shock. As if he did not believe what he said.
"Still do not believe it?".
I'm still silent.
"I Love You".
This is increasingly incomprehensible. A man who became 'Most Wanted' at school said that to me. Not getting a response from me, Fakhrul finally turned off his phone. I really do not understand my feelings right now. My smile unceasingly. 'Happy fey, you are that woman. Congratulation '.
I can not focus. my mind was only fixed on the break. Bell rings. All the students raced to the canteen. Fakhrul medekatiku, then sat next to me.
"Fey, who do you like?". Ask Fakhrul. I keep trying to keep my heart beating very fast.
"Fey, please, tell me!". He urged me to tell him. I bowed and still silent.
"Oh, maybe you do not like me!". I looked at him and still silent.
"Sorry Fey. Maybe I make you feel forced! ". There was disappointment from his expression. Before he left, I took a deep breath, and I gathered all my courage to repay his love.
"The person I like is called Fakrul!". He looked at me for a moment. He moved from his chair and bobbed with joy.
My days are becoming more colorful. Since then, we've been together. Doing homework together, walks, also a rain shower together on the roof of the building OSIS. Yes, we often play rain in the afternoon there. The roof of the building has become our favorite place. That's where we share our joys and sorrows. This afternoon, as usual, we went to the roof of the building OSIS.
We sat facing the wide-open fields.
"Fey, I want you to be my girlfriend". I paused. Again Fakhrul made my heart beat very fast. My stomach aches, like there are thousands of butterflies flapping its wings simultaneously. Fakhrul looked at me expectantly. to overcome the nervousness, I asked him.
"Fakhrul, in Islam, dating is allowed or not?".
"Not". There was a deep disappointment in his eyes.
"One more!".
"What's Fey?".
"Your tribe what is rul?". I do not know why it's so hot in my head to ask this. I wish I was not my fellow. because in my area, if they are my tribe, then it should not be love.
"Chaniago, if you're Fey?".
"CHANIAGO ?? why do we have my tribe? ". I shouted at Fakhrul. Fakhrul was petrified. Her eyes filled with tears. As for me, my chest trasa is very crowded. My tears are unstoppable again. I burst into tears in front of Fakhrul.
"Sorry Rul, I have to stop loving you!".
"I understand Fey, that means my wish to live with you is dead!"
Hearing his words like that my heart getting sick. He gently caressed my head.
"Fey, soul mate will meet". He tried to calm me down. I'm still silent. Trying to accept a very painful fact.