LEAFY LONGS FLOWERING SILENT
CHAPTER 6: THE POEM OF THE WORD HEART

Fakih Alfarizi is not a popular student who is surrounded every day by female students', just a simple boy' student, just a simple, simple and always imagined and many dreams that make the spirit in achieving what must be true.

Fakih has a hobby of all types of sports and the art of writing short stories, novels, drawing and making poetry so that it is more in the direction of ability and follow the exkul Futsall and wall magazine (mading) excul, with the hobby little by little many also finally know the name Fakih Alfarizi Second class A. Although actually Fakih is more happy if many people do not recognize his identity, but it is what it is like if in fact it is like that.

Fakih took the mading exckul followed by Rosa Pratiwi, not Fakih who followed or Rosa who followed just by chance. Because Fakih in the management of Osis became the chairman of all sections because it was more comfortable if served a job in accordance with what can and can do it. And Rosa also thinks the same, she prefers the exkul mading more focus on the lessons and there are many activities that they both take that are quite draining of time, energy and mind. Rosa who is in class with Fakih, class A is always known together in everything, even though they both do not understand the meaning of the same because for Fakih and Rosa only limited friends have not been more to the things that lead to love. Rosa follows the exkul mading and she serves as a secretary who is always together in everything in carrying out the task of taking care of school mading.

According to Fakih basically Rosa is different from the girls' students who are in SMPN school one Kotabumi. Although it can be said that she is one of the people who have everything but Rosa always looks like a natural alias, when a girl'-cewe' others follow the fashion of today and always look like going to a party with a little thick lipstick and powder getting menor, only Rosa is the only girl' who did not follow their style in the opinion of Fakih.

Rosa, make Fakih a girl' like the most beautiful flower among other flowers, she exudes natural beauty in her body, without makeup polish alone is beautiful what else if wearing make-up must be very beautiful.

Rosa is beautiful inside out, perfect.

Fakih's first hour of rest walked down the second-grade corridor, slowly walking and swallowing as another few meters reached the mading room. Fakih felt strange to himself because he was always nervous when dealing with Rosa, even though Fakih himself had often spoken, joked, and talked, laugh or interact with him but still sometimes nervous and as if too excited times.

When Fakih's hand was about to open the door suddenly there was a door that opened it from the inside.

"Fake...?"

Fakih took two steps back and smiled awkwardly. "Oh, hi Cha!,"

"Hi too, would you like to send me another poem?" Ask Rosa to Fakih.

Fakih nodded quickly, "Hmm, yes. This is the poem." Fakih replied as she handed him a piece of paper containing a poem that had been written neatly.

Rosa took the paper from Fakih's hand, then immediately read it quickly. He smiled a little and then looked. "It's good, Kih..!."

"Thank you.. I'm ahead!" fakih.

Rosa nodded slowly while smiling. "Yes." he replied.

Fakih walked quickly to leave her, "My feeling is this heart why is beating fast when I see her smile is so sweet at this time, do not I often see Rosa smile but why is it now so different?, why is it so different at this time?, maybe this is how I feel!" Inner Fakih.

The flowers in the heart feel like they are blooming in spring.

"Make-up...!"

Fakih heard someone calling his name and that person was Nazaruddin a classmate and teammate in Ekskul Futsall. Nazaruddin patted Fakih on the shoulder and his breath gasped for running to get to me.

"Where is abis? Was sought out." Nazaruddin Sapa.

"From the mading club, what's wrong?" Answer Fakih.

"Yes.elaah is still like that, no change at all." Nazaruddin shook his head while smilingly underestimating me.

Fakih narrowed his eyes lazily. "Not to be discussed, what's wrong?"

"Our school will hold a Futsall match in the challenge with the Bhayangkari School children if it is not wrong today!" Nazaruddin details.

"Today?" Fakih Rada was shocked to hear the testimony of Nazaruddin.

"Yes, because all the sports teachers from SMPN one Kotabumi and SMP Bhayangkari have held an impromptu meeting and there is a word to agree that Futsall activities are held today." The Nazaruddin is back.

I nodded slowly. "Ooooh. Ok! Canteen yuk."

We both walked to the cafeteria to fill our stomachs because the stomach worms had been the demo wanted to be fed.

Fifteen minutes later the bell rang, Fakih and Nazaruddin immediately went to the field to play Futsall ball. Second-class friends of SMPN one Kotabumi and second-class SMP Bhayangkari have gathered in the field. Girls' students have gathered on the sidelines to become our supporters.

Team SMPN one Kotabumi and Team SMP Bhayangkari are ready on the field by wearing sports shirts pride each, respectively, Team SMPN one Kotabumi dark blue shirt with a white list while Team Junior Bhayangkari dressed in light brown with a red list, Pak Dadang Sports teacher who became the referee blew his whistle sign of the game in the beginning. Boys' and girls' students from the two schools were seen shouting encouraging their respective schools there was also a yelling at one of the Team members by mentioning his name.

"Go Fakih's! Fakih Go! Go!" They all shouted Fakih's name coincidentally as Team Captain and wore the Captain's armband on his right arm.

"Go Joni! Go Joni! Go!" They also shouted at Team Captain SMP Bhayangkari.

"SPITE...!!!"

Nazaruddin dribbled to the area of Fakih's opponent immediately ran to the right. "Zar...!" Fakih gestured for Nazaruddin to pass the ball. Nazaruddin then kicked the ball towards Fakih, Fakih received it well without wasting time, immediately kicked it towards the goal and the ball entered.

"GOOL!!!"

The girls' and boys' students screamed loudly while clapping, the friends embraced Fakih and smiled happily.

Fakih had a glance at the audience and found Rosa who was smiling widely while clapping her hands happily.

Fakih was happy to see it.

***

Rosa…!!!

Rosa…!!!

I don't know for sure what this feeling in the heart is the meaning of a friendship or more towards a love. I honestly don't understand that. I want to be honest, but I'm afraid that the honesty of this feeling in the heart will have a bad effect, we will stay away or we will get closer. But for that, I don't want to make a decision that makes our friendship a broken and messy.

It might be quite like this time only...!!!

***

Fakih put the stationery into the bag and had absolutely no intention of giving the heart-expression poem I had just written to Rosa. "Gue doesn't have the courage and is also afraid that by giving a poem of words he hates me, I don't want to be hated by Rosa." Fakih's mind churned.

"Why, Kih? Just daydream." Nasaruddin's voice was startling.

"No wonder, yuk canteen, Zar," I asked Nazaruddin.

Nazaruddin shook his head, "No ah, Kih. I want money to buy new football shoes."

"Oh, yes I'm first...!"

Nazaruddin nodded slowly and raised his hand.

I left the classroom for the cafeteria, but I felt suspicious of Nazaruddin because he was smiling mysteriously.

The doorbell rang Fakih immediately returned to class. Fakih's suspicion grew even greater when he saw Nazaruddin who was seen holding a smile when he saw Fakih. "Why, Zar?"

Nazaruddin cleared his throat slowly and shook his head. "What the hell...! Kih, ntar don't go home yet." he continued.

"What's up?" ask Fakih confused.

"Don't go home yet." she said.

Fakih just nodded. "okay!"

I don't feel it's time to go home, I'm cleaning the stationery, but I haven't gotten out of my seat. I glanced at Nazaruddin who was about to leave. "Zar, wait for you to leave?"

Nazaruddin looked at me and his forehead wrinkled. "Lhaa...! It's time to go home, Kih,"

"Trus told me not to go home first what's wrong?" ask Fakih confused.

Nazaruddin smiled broadly as he patted Fakih on the shoulder, "Wait here, you will know. Yes already... I'll go home first."

Not Fakih asked anymore, Nazaruddin had already first run away leaving Fakih alone. Fakih only let out a long sigh, Fakih did not know why Nazaruddin told him not to go home first, is there anything important?

I don't know...!!!

Almost ten minutes I waited but there were no strange signs in this class, Fakih was upset because he was fooled by Nazaruddin, and Fakih was also upset why just believe what was said by Nazaruddin, even though his compatriot was the one who liked to be ignorant.

Fakih walked away from the classroom with a feeling of annoyance. "Review yes Zar, wait for my vengeance!". Fakih grunts in the heart.

When he reached the door, Fakih was shocked to see someone standing while leaning his back against the wall.

"Rose?"

"Fake?"

We were both silent and looked at each other, Fakih immediately realized and blinked a few times, Rosa did the same.

"What's up, Cha?"

Rosa moved her eyeballs restlessly, she smiled slightly as she looked at Fakih. "Emm, thank you for the poetry of his heart."

Fakih frowned confusedly. "What poetry of the heart?"

Rosa opened her backpack and pulled out something. Rosa then handed him a piece of paper and a white Rose flower. Fakih took it and read the paper. "This is..!!!" Fakih blinked his eyes in disbelief.

"That heart-pronounced poem is about me, right?" Ask Rosa.

Fakih gulped, how could it be in Rosa's hands. "Iiii.that's, it's not like you....!" not finished Fakih explained, Rosa had already cut Fakih's words first.

"Thank you for her heart-expression poem, I love it, Kih," Rosa smiled sweetly at Fakih.

Fakih was fascinated to see his smile.