Penulis : El-Syifa
“Tell me whom you love and
I will tell you who you are
Will you be my valentine?”
Meti meremas secarik kertas tanpa dosa di genggamannya. Tulisan cantiknya yang mengisi ruang kecil lembaran putih itu berkerunyut kusut. Valentine! Valentine! Huh! Kapan dia akan mendapat memo cinta seperti itu dari seorang pangeran impiannya? Seperti Rosa, seperti Pupuy, Lula, atau Sarah. Mereka semua sudah punya pacar dan segudang rencana menjelang hari kemerdekaan cinta, 14 Februari itu. Bahkan, sejak minggu-minggu ini, sebelum angka-angka di kalender Januari menunjuk nilai tertinggi.
Memang, di antara lima sekawan, bukan dia sendiri yang belum punya pacar. Pupuy dan Lula masih sorangan wae dan mereka menikmati kesendirian mereka. Tapi, untuk hari Valentine nanti, mereka sudah punya pasangan untuk teman ngedate di pesta-pesta romantis milik orang-orang yang penuh cinta. Itu istilah mereka. Sementara Meti? Gadis itu melirik sosoknya di kaca etalase toko buku megah itu. Separah apa wajahnya hingga tak ada seorang pun pria berminat padanya? Untuk sehari saja sekalipun. Dada Meti menyesak.
Kotak empat persegi yang dipenuhi kartu-kartu bergambar hati dan merpati berwarna pink di depan pintu utama berjubel pengunjung. Semua hampir gadis-gadis belasan tahun. Meti berjalan menghindar.
“Nah, lho, ketangkap sekarang!”
Jantung Meti berdebam-debam seketika. Menghentak-hentak dadanya. Wajahnya memucat tanpa setetes darah mengisi pembuluh di muka bulatnya itu. Dua gadis semampai berseragam abu-abu putih berdiri di hadapannya. Terkikik dengan tawa khas mereka. Rosa dan Pupuy.
“Mau cari kartu, ya? Bocoran buat bikin janji, ya? Sama siapa? Ronnie?” selidik Pupuy antusias. Cengirannya melatari semua pertanyaan interogasinya itu.
”Wah, iya, pasti Ronnie, nih! Dengar-dengar dia belum ada gandengannya, tuh! Ayo, dong, Met, nanti keduluan orang tahu rasa, lo!” Rosa mengompori.
”Apaan, sih!” tidak tahu kenapa, tapi akhir-akhir ini tensi Meti memang cepat sekali melonjak. Meggelegak berbusa-busa. Persis air mendidih bersuhu seratus derajat celsius yang bisa mematikan kuman-kuman. Terlebih jika itu menyangkut Ronnie.
”Marah, nih, ye! Ingat, lho, valentine gak ada istilah ngomel, musti sayang-sayangan. Termasuk sama temen. Tul, kan, Puy?” Rosa tersenyum dikulum. Sebelah matanya berkedip nakal.
”Valentine apaan, aku nggak ngenal, tuh, budaya barat jelek kayak gitu. Nggak ada manfaatnya lagi,” cetus Meti ketus.
”Siapa bilang jelek? Asyik lagi! Kita bisa bebas mengungkapkan rasa sayang kita pada semua orang tanpa rasa malu atau bersalah. Hari itu, kan hari kasih sayang. Kasih coklat, kasih bunga, pokoknya ungkapan cinta dan nggak ada orang yang berhak melarang,” Rosa bereaksi cepat. Pupuy terkikik di belakangnya. Dua macan di gank mereka sudah siap bertarung. Salah satu harus dilarikan sebelum seisi hutan kocar-kacir dibuatnya.
”Budaya seperti itu, kan, tidak Islami,” sergah Meti.
”Memangnya dalam Islam nggak ada cinta dan kasih sayang, ya?!”
”Nggak. Yang dikatakan dengan coklat bergelatin lemak babi, mawar merah, dan pesta–pesta gala murahan tidak ada!”
”Stop! Sudah, sudah, jangan berkelahi di sini. Kasih sayangnya hilang lagi nanti. Yuk, Ros, kita duluan. Darah tinggi Meti lagi kumat, tuh! Mengalah sajalah, setidaknya untuk hari ini sampai Valentine nanti,”Pupuy menggamit pinggang Rosa. Menariknya meninggalkan Meti yang masih menyimpan kedongkolan di hatinya.
”Sorry, Met!” Pupuy masih menyempatkan menghadiahkan ciuman sekilas di pipi Meti, menimpa sebagian batas kerudung di wajahnya. ”Kita duluan, nih, nggak apa-apa, kan?”
Pupuy yang bijak. Batin Meti. Wasit yang baik dalam komunitas lima makhluk terunik di bumi ini. Tanpanya, tidak akan mungkin mereka utuh sampai hari ini. Pertengkaran demi pertengkaran kerap membayangi persahabatan mereka, terutama karena darah panas Meti yang gampang terpancing. Pupuy yang selalu menengahi. Membawa kesejukan. Membawa perekat untuk mereka berlima.
Dan Rosa, dia yang paling tomboi. Hampir tak ada nilai keperempuanan pada diri anak itu. Tapi anehnya, masih juga ada makhluk bernama cowok yang tertarik pada rambut cepak dan raut keras wajahnya. Meti mendesah. Dia feminin, setidaknya itu yang dia rasa. Berjilbab lagi! Banyak cowok suka perempuan berjilbab. Lebih anggun, lebih beraura, lebih kelihatan suci. Ho … ho … meski itu seharusnya milik mbak-mbak yang jilbabnya menyapu dada dan punggungnya. Meti, sih, ditiup angin saja, ujung jilbabnya berlarian. Membuka sekilas kuduknya yang bersih tak tersentuh matahari. Tapi apapun, Meti tetap berkerudung. Dengan baju full pressed body dan celana cordoray sekalipun. Atau jangan-jangan selembar kain di kepalanya itu yang membentenginya dari tangan laki-laki. Tidak ada yang mau dengannya? Tidak laku? Hiii ….
Membayangkan semua itu Meti bergidik sendiri. Benarkah? Bisa saja Ronnie tidak suka dengan perempuan berkerudung. Lebih suka gadis-gadis yang berambut indah terurai seperti bintang iklan sampo di televisi. Lho, kok, Ronnie? Meti menangkap kembali hatinya yang mulai melangkah pergi lagi. Ya, kenapa Ronnie?
Entahlah, namun bulan-bulan terakhir jantung Meti selalu berdegup sepuluh kali lebih kencang jika mengingat makhluk yang satu itu. Apa lagi mendengar namanya di sebut. Apa lagi bersirobok dengannya. Seperti udang yang dicelupkan ke air mendidih, pasti. Merah padam. Tanda-tanda apa? Benarkah dia naksir Ronnie, seperti kata sebuah majalah remaja yang kerap dia baca? Suka curi pandang, suka ngomongin, gampang panas dingin, corat-coret namanya di mana-mana, ngelamunin, salah omong, juga jadi manusia paling majnun di dunia. Duhai ….
”Cinta itu fitrah manusia, namun kita harus bisa menempatkannya pada suatu keadaan yang dilegalkan Allah. Islam telah mengatur semua itu. Memberinya kemudahan dengan pernikahan …” Tidak sama persis kalimatnya, namun Meti ingat, pernah membacanya di sebuah situs Islam lokal. Menikah? Tidak boleh pacaran sebelumnya? Nggak ku … ku …!
Gedubrak!
Meti mengelus jidatnya. Senyum sipunya mengembang. Lebih mirip meringis sebenarnya. Etalase buku ditabraknya dengan sukses.
”Nggak apa-apa, Mbak?” seorang gadis pramuniaga menghampirinya.
”Oh, ehm, nggak!” Meti tergagap. Tangannya masih memegangi jidatnya. Lumayan sekali.
”Nggak sakit?”
Meti menggeleng, ”Maaf, ya, saya benar-benar nggak sengaja.”
Dengan malu-malu, diiringi tatapan beberapa pengunjung, Meti berlalu. Menghampiri eskalator dan menaikinya hingga lantai dua.
***
”Satu kelompok dengan Ronnie?” batin Meti sambil memandangi selembar kertas berisi daftar nama kelompok-kelompok praktikum biologi minggu depan.
”Nah, tertangkap!” Rosa menepuk dua bahu Meti sekeras-kerasnya. Matanya segera bergabung pada lembaran kertas di tangan Meti.
”Satu kelompok dengan Ronnie, ck, ck, boleh juga!” decaknya ketika menemukan nama Ronnie terpampang sebagai ketua kelompok Meti. ”Hoi, girls, Meti gabung dengan Ronnie!” teriaknya sadis kepada teman-teman lain.
Ronnie yang tengah menulis di bangkunya mendongak. Meti memerah. Sedetik kemudian memutih kapas. Lesu. Jantungnya kumat lagi. Terlebih melihat Ronnie ada disitu.
”Jadi valentinan?” tanya Lula yang memang sedikit gagap daya tangkapnya.
”Iya,” angguk Rosa tanpa memedulikan keadaan Meti yang nyaris pingsan.
Meti tiba-tiba menemukan satu mata pedang menusuk hatinya. Kilat mata milik Ranti yang duduk di deretan paling depan. Satu-satunya gadis berjilbab lebar di kelasnya. Yang paling getol mengajaknya ngaji setiap Jumat siang di musala sekolah. Dia ibarat malaikat yang selalu mengawasi gerak-gerik Meti. Menegurnya tanpa segan-segan. Dan Meti tidak suka itu. Sok tahu.
Dengan sedikit menata hatinya, Meti pergi menjauh. Ini jalan yang terbaik sebelum pertengkaran terjadi. Di depan malaikat Ranti dan di depan si Romeo Ronnie, Meti tak mau merusak imejnya. Jaim sedikit untuk kemaslahatan yang lebih banyak.
Di sudut sekolah, Meti meluruskan punggungnya. Memeluk kedua lututnya. Ronnie bahkan tak bereaksi tadi. Sebegitu parahkah aku? Keluhnya. Tanggal empat belas sudah di depan mata. Anak-anak gaul kelasnya sudah ribut. Dan apakah Meti akan merana sendirian di kamarnya, pada hari penuh makna itu? Meti menatap bayangannya yang jatuh di antara kerikil-kerikil putih yang tertata rapi di hadapannya. Selembar daun flamboyan kering terbang bebas di udara dicerabut angin dari tangkainya. Merana. Meti mendesah.
***
”Legenda lain bercerita tentang seorang pendeta Katholik dari abad III bernama Valentinus yang dijebloskan ke penjara dan dihukum mati oleh Kaisar Claudius karena ingin menyebarkan agamanya. Selama di penjara, Valentinus tetap memegang teguh imannya dan diceritakan bersahabat dengan putri sipir penjara. Ketika akhirnya Kaisar menghukum mati Valentinus pada 14 Februari 269, ia menulis surat bertuliskan from your valentine kepada anak sipir penjara sebagai tanda mata terakhir.
Seiring dengan berjalannya waktu, cerita tentang Valentine ini berkembang dalam berbagai versi. Namun orang biasanya lebih memfokuskan pada kisah romantis di belakangnya. Ada yang mengatakan bahwa Valentine sesungguhnya jatuh cinta pada anak sipir penjara itu, dan surat yang diberikannya sebagai tanda mata terakhir merupakan awal dari tradisi menulis surat cinta di antara pasangan kekasih …”
Meti menggarisbawahi kata-kata seorang pendeta Katholik pada artikel sebuah majalah remaja di tangannya. Bibirnya mengerucut. Shiba, boneka beruang birunya, dihempaskan begitu saja ke lantai.
Meti tahu cerita itu dari dahulu. Hafal di luar kepala bahkan. Versi Romawi, Prancis, Inggris, Wales, Itali, Jerman, Amerika Utara, bahkan sampai cerita gadis penenun di Cina. Dia juga tahu, itu bukan tradisi Islam. Tapi jika cinta menghampiri, siapa yang kuasa mengelaknya? Semua temannya mengharap valentine tiba. Mengungkapkan rasa cintanya pada pujaan mereka. Bahkan lebih luas lagi.
”Nggak harus kekasih, pada bonyok, adik, kakak, saudara, bahkan si bibi atau mamang sopir bisa saja diungkapkan. Pokoknya hari itu harus full senyum, deh!” kata Pupuy dengan bijaknya.
Meti tersenyum. Dia sudah membacanya di majalah remaja khusus cewek edisi valentine yang terbit minggu ini. Semua yang berbau perayaan pink itu dikupas habis. Tips mau kencan, kado-kado istimewa, baju-baju yang cocok, wah, komplet.
”Met, ada telepon, tuh!” panggil Mamah dari ruang tengah. Telepon? Sepertinya tadi dia tidak mendengar deringnya. Meti kian pusing. Mengapa jadi begini? Dia melihat sekilas kalender di atas rak bukunya. Tanggal sebelas Februari.
”Makasih, Mah!” seru Meti sambil mengangkat gagang telepon.
”Ranti,” jelas Mamah tanpa ditanya.
Meti berubah. Mengganti nada bicara yang sudah di ujung lidahnya. Tadi, dia sangat berharap, semoga saja yang meneleponnya … Ronnie!
”Meti, bisa bantu kami nggak, buat ngurusin diskusi khusus bulan ini? Kebetulan kami lagi kekurangan orang di kepanitiaan, nih!” kata Ranti setelah berucap salam.
”Kapan?”
”Tanggal empat belas, dari asar sampai ba’da magrib.”
Tanggal empat belas? Pesta Valentinan gengnya.
”Bisa, ya? Soalnya kami benar-benar butuh orang. Diskusi kali ini rada spesial, pembicaranya saja Ustad Zakaria yang ngetop itu,” pinta Ranti penuh harap.
Meti menggaruk kepalanya. ”Aku nggak yakin, sih, tapi nanti aku usahain!”
Malas, Meti menutup teleponnya. Ke musala atau gabung dengan teman-temannya, ya? Kalau gabung dengan Pupuy cs bisa-bisa dia dicengin habis, jika hadir tanpa pasangan. Biarpun mereka membolehkan datang dengan saudara, tapi malu, dong, sementara mereka semua dengan pangeran masing-masing. Jangan-jangan dikira nggak laku!
***
Ini hari termemuakkan bagi Meti, sebenarnya. Hari-hari yang panjang telah dia lewati dengan penuh kecemasan dan kebimbangan. Ronnie tidak pernah bercakap dengannya kecuali saat praktikum biologi di lab. Sedikitpun tak ada harapan baginya. Segalanya terasa gelap.
Ah! Meti nyaris tak percaya melihat daftar surat yang ada di inbox-nya. Ya, internet obat stres paling mujarab untuk Meti. Dia bisa bermain ke mana saja dia suka.
Ronnie Alam Bhuana. Meti mengucek matanya. Nggak salah? Segera dibukanya surat berisi bom waktu yang siap meledakkan dadanya itu.
Singkat. Pendek saja isinya.
Tell me whom you love and
I will tell you who you are
Will you be my valentine?
Ronnie
Napas Meti memburu. Tidak salahkan penglihatannya? Pangerannya telah datang di saat-saat kritis hampir menjelang. Sesaat jemarinya bergetar. Lupa untuk me-replay surat bersejarah ini. Angannya bermain-main di atas langit-langit kamar. Baju apa yang akan dia kenakan? Memakai lipstikkah? Parfum apa yang cocok? Semuanya berputar dalam kerut merut otaknya. Dan mestikah dia mengenakan jilbabnya? Angan Meti terbanting membentur dinding. Ya, bagaimana dengan jilbabnya?
***
Meti berputar sekali lagi di depan cermin. Kulot merah tua, gamis selutut warna pink yang manis dihias renda-renda di ujung lengan dan ujung bawah, juga jilbab mungil warna senada yang dipasang gaya. Bibirnya disapu usapan tipis lipstik merah muda. Meti tampak berbeda. Dia tersenyum. Baru dia sadari kini, sebenarnya dia memiliki sisi kecantikan yang selama ini tersembunyi.
”Duh, yang mau valentinan …!” ledek Mamah ketika Meti keluar dari pintu kamar. Gadis itu tersipu, ”Jangan sampai malam, ya, Met.”
”Oke, deh!” sahut Meti mantap.
Dia menatap jam yang terpasang di dinding. Hampir setengah empat. Ronnie berjanji menjemputnya tepat setengah empat.
”Tuh, kan, Met, meski pakai jilbab kamu tetap bisa tampil gaya dan mengikuti tren,” cetus Mamah yang menjajari Meti. Dulu Mamahlah yang mendorong Meti untuk berjilbab. Katanya, nenek ingin cucu perempuan satu-satunya berkerudung setelah akil baligh. Maklum, kakek dan nenek kan, Haji! Mamah sendiri kalau pergi biasanya berkerudung. Kerudung gaya.
Hampir jam empat. Meti mulai gelisah. Masa, sih, kencan pertama telat. Nggak punya sopan santun.
Telepon berdering. Meti nyaris melompat menyambar gagang telepon warna hitam itu.
”Apa?!” dia nyaris tak percaya.
Wajahnya berubah.
“Baik, nggak apa-apa, kok. Bye!” Meti menutup telepon.
Mamah yang memperhatikan semua itu menatapnya heran.
Meti melangkah gontai ke kamarnya.
”Ada apa, Met?” kejar Mamah.
”Pestanya batal,” sahut Meti ketus.
”Lho?!”
”Ronnie lupa kalau hari ini dia punya acara dengan keluarganya.”
”Kok gitu?”
”Udah, ah, Mah. Meti mau tidur aja,” Meti merajuk. Hatinya hancur berkeping-keping. Yah, ternyata dia memang tidak berharga. Nggak ada orang yang cinta sama dia. Karena dia buruk rupa, karena dia berat badannya empat kilo lebih banyak dari bobot idealnya. Meti memperkuat bendungan air di matanya. Dia tidak mau menangis di depan Mamah.
Meti meremas-remas Shiba hingga bulu-bulunya berantakan. Tak peduli baru di-laundry dua hari lalu. Air matanya berlelehan membasahi pipinya yang tersapu bedak. Bayang daun-daun palem di luar jendela melindunginya dari sinar hangat matahari sore.
Menit demi menit berlalu. Tiba-tiba dia teringat sesuatu. Diliriknya weker di atas meja sekilas. Tergesa, disambarnya tas di sampingnya. Setengah berlari dia melintasi ruang tengah.
”Mau ke mana, Met?” tanya Mamah yang tengah membaca di sofa.
Meti tidak melihatnya, ”Valentinan!” sahutnya.
”Katanya tadi?” Mamah mengernyitkan keningnya.
”Di musala sekolah ada diskusi tentang valentine, Mah,” jelas Meti,”Daripada di rumah, bete.”
Mungkin diskusi telah dimulai, tapi terlambat sedikit tidak apa-apa daripada tidak sama sekali. Meti membuka pintu taksi dengan hati lapang. Ke mana dia selama ini, ya Allah? Meti tahu, belum sepantasnya dia mencintai manusia sebelum dia mampu mencintai Allah dengan seluruh jiwanya. Dia bersyukur Ronnie tak datang. Setidaknya dia masih diingatkan setelah selama ini terbuai dengan kehidupan yang ditawarkan sahabat-sahabatnya.
Lampu merah menghadang laju taksi yang ditumpangi Meti. Jalanan sore tak pernah sepi dari macet. Tiba-tiba Meti tersenyum. Hidup itu seperti jalan raya, harus taat peraturan jika ingin selamat. Coba saja jika lampu merah diterobos, bisa hancur tubuhnya diserbu ratusan mobil yang tengah melintas juga.
Dia ingat Pupuy, Rosa, Lula, yang harus dia tinggalkan. Ya, harus. Namun, suatu saat Meti berjanji akan kembali. Karena, dia mencintai mereka dan dia ingin berbagi dengan mereka tentang makna sebuah cinta yang lebih berharga dari sebatang coklat. Cinta pada Allah. Pada-Nya kita takkan kecewa.
sumber : http://ceritacinta.net/2007/02/14/be-my-valentine/
English Version
"Tell me whom you love and
I will tell you who you are
Will you be my Valentine? "
Meti crumpled piece of paper without sin in his hands. Beautiful writing that fills the small space that wrinkly white sheets tangled. Valentine! Valentine! Huh! When will he get the memo that love like dreams of a prince? Like Rosa, as Pupuy, Lula, or Sarah. They all have a boyfriend and a bunch of plans ahead of independence day of love, February 14 is. In fact, since this week, before the numbers on the calendar in January pointed to the highest value.
Indeed, among the five friends, not he himself who has not had a boyfriend. Lula still Pupuy and sorangan wae and they enjoy their solitude. But, for Valentine day later, they've got paired to ngedate friends at parties, people's romantic loving person. That's their term. While Meti? The girl glanced at the figure in the glass that the magnificent bookstore. How bad is his face that no one was interested in her man? For one day though. Meti chest tight.
Square box filled with picture cards hearts and pink pigeons in front of visitors crowded the main door. All the girls almost a dozen years. Meti walked away.
"Well, you know, seized now!"
Meti heart thud-thud instantly. Pounded his chest. His face was pale, without a drop of blood vessels to fill in that round face. Two girls in uniform tall white gray standing in front of him. Giggled with their distinctive laughter. Rosa and Pupuy.
"Want to find the card, yes? Leaks make an appointment, huh? Just who? Ronnie? "Pupuy inquired enthusiastically. Grin underlie all the questions that interrogations.
"Well, yes, sure Ronnie, here! I hear he's no gandengannya, tuh! Come on, dong, the Met, will be preceded by a sense of knowing, lo! "Rosa fuel.
"What the hell, hell!" Do not know why, but lately potential Meti's quick rise. Meggelegak frothy-foam. Just boil water temperature of one hundred degrees Celsius can kill germs. Especially when it comes to Ronnie.
"Angry, ya, ye! Remember, you know, there's a valentine not grumble, must dear beloved. Including the same temen. Yup, right, Puy? "Rosa smiled dikulum. Eye twinkle.
"Valentine hell, I do not know, tuh, ugly western culture like that. No longer useful, "says Meti snapped.
"Who said bad? Fun again! We can freely express our compassion to all people without shame or guilt. That day, a day of love. Love chocolate, love flowers, just an expression of love and no one has the right to prohibit, "Rosa react quickly. Pupuy giggled behind him. Two tigers in the gang they were ready to fight. One must be taken before the whole forest in a mess made.
"Culture as it was, right, is not Islamic," says Meti.
"So in Islam is not no love and affection, yes?!"
"Nope. Brown said the bergelatin lard, red roses, and gala parties cheap no! "
"Stop! Now, now, do not fight in here. Lost love again later. Yuk, Ros, we are ahead. High blood Meti longer recurrence, tuh! Yield alone, at least until Valentine's day later, "took her waist Pupuy Rosa. Interestingly leaving Meti who still have anger in his heart.
"Sorry, Met!" Award Pupuy still took a peck on the cheek Meti, hit some limits on her face veil. "We're first, ya, okay, right?"
Wise Pupuy. Inner Meti. A good referee in the five communities most unique creatures on this earth. Without it, they will not be complete until today. Arguing for the sake of argument often overshadow their friendship, especially because the blood is easy hot Meti hooked. Pupuy always mediate. Bring coolness. Adhesive to bring five of them.
And Rosa, she was the most tomboy. Almost no feminine values in children's. But strangely, there was also a creature called a boy who are interested in a crew cut hair and the look on his face hard. Meti sighed. She was feminine, at least that's what he felt. Scarf again! Many men like women veiled. More graceful, more beraura, more visible saint. Ho ... ho ... though it should belong to the ya-ya head sweeping the chest and back. Meti, hell, just the wind, running the tip head. Opening the back of his neck a quick clean untouched sun. But whatever, Meti remain veiled. Pressed with full-body suit and pants cordoray though. Or maybe the piece of cloth on his head that the membentenginya from the hands of men. No one wanted him? Not sold? Hiii ....
Meti imagined it all shivered itself. Really? Ronnie might not like the veiled woman. Prefer girls beautiful hair loose like shampoo commercials on television. Lho, kok, Ronnie? Meti recapture her heart began to walk away again. Yes, why Ronnie?
I do not know, but the last months Meti heart is always beating ten times faster if you remember that one creature. What else heard his name called. What else met him. Like shrimp dipped in boiling water, for sure. Red. What signs? Is she fancies Ronnie, as a teen magazine that he often read? Like steal of view, like talking, easy hot and cold, scribble his name everywhere, ngelamunin, one way, also to be human in the world's most Majnun. Single ....
"Love is human nature, but we have to be put in a state of legalized God. Islam has set all of that. Given the ease with marriage ... "Not exactly the same sentence, but Meti remember, never read it at a local Islamic sites. Married? Should not be dating before? Not me ... I ...!
Gedubrak!
Meti stroking forehead. Sipunya smile expands. Actually more like a grimace. Showcase ditabraknya book successfully.
"It's okay, ya?" A salesman approached her.
"Oh, uh, no!" Meti stammered. His hands were still holding forehead. Not bad at all.
"Not hurt?"
Meti shook his head, "Sorry, yes, I really do not intentionally."
Shyly, with a look of some visitors, Meti passed. Toward the escalator and ride up to the second floor.
***
"One group with Ronnie?" Inner Meti, looking at a piece of paper with a list of groups biology lab next week.
"Well, get caught!" Rosa tapped two Meti shoulder hard. His eyes were soon joined on the sheet of paper in hand Meti.
"One group with Ronnie, tsk, tsk, can too!" When he found decaknya Ronnie's name posted as the head of the group Meti. "Hoi, girls, Meti join with Ronnie!" He shouted cruel to other friends.
Ronnie who was writing at his desk looked up. Meti flushed. A second later, white cotton. Listless. Recurrent heart again. Especially seeing Ronnie was there.
"So valentinan?" Lula said that was a little stutter tangkapnya power.
"Yes," Rosa nodded, ignoring the situation Meti almost fainted.
Meti had suddenly found a sword pierced his heart. Lightning's eyes Ranti who sat in the front row. The only wide scarf girls in her class. The most industrious took Koran every Friday afternoon at the school musala. He is like an angel who had been watching the movements Meti. Reprimanded him without hesitation. And Meti not like it. Knowingly.
With a little set his heart, Meti go away. This is the best way before the fight occurred. Ranti angel in front of and in front of the Romeo Ronnie, Meti not want to ruin imejnya. Jaim little to benefit more.
In the corner of the school, Meti straighten his back. Hugging his knees. Ronnie did not even react earlier. Parahkah so I? He complained. The fourteenth is in sight. Jocks class was noisy. And if Meti will languish alone in his room, on the day was full of meaning? Meti looked at the shadows are falling between the white pebbles are arranged neatly in front of him. Flame leaf dry fly freely in the wind from dicerabut air shaft. Miserable. Meti sighed.
***
"Another Legend tells of a Catholic priest from III century named Valentine who was thrown into prison and sentenced to death by the Emperor Claudius because he wanted to spread her religion. While in prison, Valentine still holds faith and told friends with the jailer's daughter. When the Emperor finally executed on February 14, Valentine 269, he wrote a letter written from your valentine to the child as a prison guard last memento.
Over time, the story of Valentine developed in various versions. But people are usually more focused on the romantic story behind it. Some say that Valentine fell in love with the actual prison warden's son, and he gave the letter as a final token is the beginning of the tradition of writing love letters between the lovers ... "
Meti underlines the words of a Catholic priest in the article of a teenage magazine in his hand. Her lips pursed. Shiba, blue teddy bears, just knocked down to the floor.
Meti know the story of the first. Memorized in his head even. Roman versions, France, England, Wales, Italy, Germany, North America, even to the girl's story weavers in China. He also knows, that's not the Islamic tradition. But when love came, who mengelaknya power? Valentine hopes all her friends arrived. Express her love for their idol. Even more broadly.
"Not to a lover, the bruised, brother, sister, brother, aunt or even the driver could have been frightened disclosed. Anyway, that day should be a full smile, deh! "Pupuy said with wisdom.
Meti smiled. He had read in a special teen girl magazine valentine edition published this week. Celebration of all things pink shelled out. Tips to date, special gifts, the clothes fit, well, complete.
"Met, no phone, tuh!" Mamah call from the living room. Phone? It seems he had not heard the bell. Meti becoming dizzy. Why is this so? He glanced at the calendar on his bookshelf. Eleven dates in February.
"Thanks, mah!" Says Meti, lifting the receiver.
"Ranti," explained Mamah without being asked.
Meti changed. Changing the tone of voice that was at the tip of her tongue. Earlier, he was hoping, fingers crossed that call ... Ronnie!
"Meti, can help us do, make a special discussion ngurusin this month? We happened again the lack of people on the committee, ya! "Said Ranti after saying hello.
"When?"
"On the fourteenth, from Ba'da Asr till sunset."
The fourteenth? Valentinan party gang.
"Yes, yes? Because we really do need people. The discussion was rada special, just Ustad Zakaria speaker who was popular, "said Ranti hopefully.
Meti scratched his head. "I'm not sure, really, but I'll usahain!"
Lazy, Meti hung up. Musala or to join with friends, yes? If you join cs Pupuy he might dicengin out, if no spouse present. Even if they allow to come with you, but shame, dong, while they were all with their respective princes. It could be mistaken for not selling!
***
These days termemuakkan for Meti, actually. The days have long passed him with anxiety and indecision. Ronnie never speak to him except during biology lab in the lab. There was no hope at all for him. Everything was dark.
Ah! Meti could hardly believe it to see a list of mail in his inbox. Yes, the Internet's most effective stress medicine for Meti. He can play anywhere he likes.
Ronnie Bhuana Nature. Meti rubbed his eyes. No one? Soon she opened a letter containing a time bomb ready to blow that chest.
Short. Short course contents.
Tell me whom you love and
I will tell you who you are
Will you be my valentine?
Ronnie
Meti breath hunt. Do not blame her vision? Prince has come at a critical moment was almost late. For a moment, her fingers trembling. Forgot to replay this historic letter. Her imagination to play in the ceiling. What clothes would he wear? Lipstikkah wearing? What kind of perfume? Everything is spinning in his brain wrinkles. And Should she wear hijab? Meti dreams slammed against the wall. Yes, what about the hijab?
***
Meti turned once again in front of the mirror. Old red culottes, knee gamis sweet pink lace decorated at the end of the arm and the lower end, is also a tiny veil attached matching color style. Her lips are thin smears were washed pink lipstick. Meti looks different. He smiled. New he realized now, in fact he has the beauty that had been hidden.
"Duh, who would valentinan ...!" Mamah jeered when Meti out of the bedroom door. The girl blushed, "Do not let the night, yes, the Met."
"Okay, deh!" Meti said firmly.
He looked at the clock mounted on the wall. Almost half of four. Ronnie promised to pick him up just a half-four.
"See, the Met, although wearing hijab you can still look stylish and follow trends," said the matching Mamah Meti. Once that encourages Mamahlah Meti to scarf. He said, grandmother to granddaughter, unveiled only after legally baligh. Understandably, his grandparents, Haji! Mamah itself if left is usually veiled. Hood style.
Almost four hours. Meti began to fidget. Really, the first date late. No bad manners.
The phone rang. Meti almost jumped snatched up the black phone.
"What!" He could hardly believe it.
His face changed.
"Well, it's nothing, really. Bye! "Meti hung up.
Mamah who watched it all looked puzzled.
Meti walked unsteadily into the room.
"What, the Met?" After Mamah.
"The party's off," Meti said tartly.
"Why?!"
"Ronnie forget that today he had an engagement with his family."
"How so?"
"Let's ah, mah. Meti to sleep wrote, "Meti sulk. His heart was shattered. Well, it turns out he was not worthy. Nobody is in love with him. Because he's ugly, because he weight four pounds more than ideal weight. Meti strengthen the dam water in his eyes. He did not want to cry in front of Mamah.
Meti Shiba wringing until the feathers apart. No matter how new the-laundry two days ago. Berlelehan tears rolled down her cheeks that swept powder. Imagine palm leaves outside the window to protect from hot afternoon sun rays.
Minutes passed. Suddenly she remembered something. He glanced at the clock on the desk briefly. Hurry, grabbed the bag at his side. Half he ran across the living room.
"Where, Met?" Asked Mamah who was reading on the couch.
Meti not see it, "Valentinan!" He said.
"He said that?" Mamah frowned.
"At school there musala discussion about valentine, mah," explained Meti, "Instead of at home, bete."
Perhaps the discussion has begun, but a little too late nothing than nothing. Meti opened the door of the cab with the heart field. Where he had been, O God? Meti know, he should not love the man before he was able to love God with all his soul. She is grateful Ronnie did not come. At least he was reminded of this after all carried away with the life offered by his friends.
The red light facing the taxi rate Meti. The road was never quiet afternoon of jams. Meti suddenly smiled. Life is like a highway, must obey the rules if you want to survive. Try it if the red light breached, could be invaded by hundreds of his body crushed a passing car as well.
He remembered Pupuy, Rosa, Lula, who should he leave. Yes, must. However, a time Meti promised to return. Because, he loved them and he wanted to share with them about the meaning of a love that is more valuable than a chocolate. Love to God. In Him we would not be disappointed.
source: http://ceritacinta.net/2007/02/14/be-my-valentine/
English Version
Be My Valentine
Author: El-Syifa "Tell me whom you love and
I will tell you who you are
Will you be my Valentine? "
Meti crumpled piece of paper without sin in his hands. Beautiful writing that fills the small space that wrinkly white sheets tangled. Valentine! Valentine! Huh! When will he get the memo that love like dreams of a prince? Like Rosa, as Pupuy, Lula, or Sarah. They all have a boyfriend and a bunch of plans ahead of independence day of love, February 14 is. In fact, since this week, before the numbers on the calendar in January pointed to the highest value.
Indeed, among the five friends, not he himself who has not had a boyfriend. Lula still Pupuy and sorangan wae and they enjoy their solitude. But, for Valentine day later, they've got paired to ngedate friends at parties, people's romantic loving person. That's their term. While Meti? The girl glanced at the figure in the glass that the magnificent bookstore. How bad is his face that no one was interested in her man? For one day though. Meti chest tight.
Square box filled with picture cards hearts and pink pigeons in front of visitors crowded the main door. All the girls almost a dozen years. Meti walked away.
"Well, you know, seized now!"
Meti heart thud-thud instantly. Pounded his chest. His face was pale, without a drop of blood vessels to fill in that round face. Two girls in uniform tall white gray standing in front of him. Giggled with their distinctive laughter. Rosa and Pupuy.
"Want to find the card, yes? Leaks make an appointment, huh? Just who? Ronnie? "Pupuy inquired enthusiastically. Grin underlie all the questions that interrogations.
"Well, yes, sure Ronnie, here! I hear he's no gandengannya, tuh! Come on, dong, the Met, will be preceded by a sense of knowing, lo! "Rosa fuel.
"What the hell, hell!" Do not know why, but lately potential Meti's quick rise. Meggelegak frothy-foam. Just boil water temperature of one hundred degrees Celsius can kill germs. Especially when it comes to Ronnie.
"Angry, ya, ye! Remember, you know, there's a valentine not grumble, must dear beloved. Including the same temen. Yup, right, Puy? "Rosa smiled dikulum. Eye twinkle.
"Valentine hell, I do not know, tuh, ugly western culture like that. No longer useful, "says Meti snapped.
"Who said bad? Fun again! We can freely express our compassion to all people without shame or guilt. That day, a day of love. Love chocolate, love flowers, just an expression of love and no one has the right to prohibit, "Rosa react quickly. Pupuy giggled behind him. Two tigers in the gang they were ready to fight. One must be taken before the whole forest in a mess made.
"Culture as it was, right, is not Islamic," says Meti.
"So in Islam is not no love and affection, yes?!"
"Nope. Brown said the bergelatin lard, red roses, and gala parties cheap no! "
"Stop! Now, now, do not fight in here. Lost love again later. Yuk, Ros, we are ahead. High blood Meti longer recurrence, tuh! Yield alone, at least until Valentine's day later, "took her waist Pupuy Rosa. Interestingly leaving Meti who still have anger in his heart.
"Sorry, Met!" Award Pupuy still took a peck on the cheek Meti, hit some limits on her face veil. "We're first, ya, okay, right?"
Wise Pupuy. Inner Meti. A good referee in the five communities most unique creatures on this earth. Without it, they will not be complete until today. Arguing for the sake of argument often overshadow their friendship, especially because the blood is easy hot Meti hooked. Pupuy always mediate. Bring coolness. Adhesive to bring five of them.
And Rosa, she was the most tomboy. Almost no feminine values in children's. But strangely, there was also a creature called a boy who are interested in a crew cut hair and the look on his face hard. Meti sighed. She was feminine, at least that's what he felt. Scarf again! Many men like women veiled. More graceful, more beraura, more visible saint. Ho ... ho ... though it should belong to the ya-ya head sweeping the chest and back. Meti, hell, just the wind, running the tip head. Opening the back of his neck a quick clean untouched sun. But whatever, Meti remain veiled. Pressed with full-body suit and pants cordoray though. Or maybe the piece of cloth on his head that the membentenginya from the hands of men. No one wanted him? Not sold? Hiii ....
Meti imagined it all shivered itself. Really? Ronnie might not like the veiled woman. Prefer girls beautiful hair loose like shampoo commercials on television. Lho, kok, Ronnie? Meti recapture her heart began to walk away again. Yes, why Ronnie?
I do not know, but the last months Meti heart is always beating ten times faster if you remember that one creature. What else heard his name called. What else met him. Like shrimp dipped in boiling water, for sure. Red. What signs? Is she fancies Ronnie, as a teen magazine that he often read? Like steal of view, like talking, easy hot and cold, scribble his name everywhere, ngelamunin, one way, also to be human in the world's most Majnun. Single ....
"Love is human nature, but we have to be put in a state of legalized God. Islam has set all of that. Given the ease with marriage ... "Not exactly the same sentence, but Meti remember, never read it at a local Islamic sites. Married? Should not be dating before? Not me ... I ...!
Gedubrak!
Meti stroking forehead. Sipunya smile expands. Actually more like a grimace. Showcase ditabraknya book successfully.
"It's okay, ya?" A salesman approached her.
"Oh, uh, no!" Meti stammered. His hands were still holding forehead. Not bad at all.
"Not hurt?"
Meti shook his head, "Sorry, yes, I really do not intentionally."
Shyly, with a look of some visitors, Meti passed. Toward the escalator and ride up to the second floor.
***
"One group with Ronnie?" Inner Meti, looking at a piece of paper with a list of groups biology lab next week.
"Well, get caught!" Rosa tapped two Meti shoulder hard. His eyes were soon joined on the sheet of paper in hand Meti.
"One group with Ronnie, tsk, tsk, can too!" When he found decaknya Ronnie's name posted as the head of the group Meti. "Hoi, girls, Meti join with Ronnie!" He shouted cruel to other friends.
Ronnie who was writing at his desk looked up. Meti flushed. A second later, white cotton. Listless. Recurrent heart again. Especially seeing Ronnie was there.
"So valentinan?" Lula said that was a little stutter tangkapnya power.
"Yes," Rosa nodded, ignoring the situation Meti almost fainted.
Meti had suddenly found a sword pierced his heart. Lightning's eyes Ranti who sat in the front row. The only wide scarf girls in her class. The most industrious took Koran every Friday afternoon at the school musala. He is like an angel who had been watching the movements Meti. Reprimanded him without hesitation. And Meti not like it. Knowingly.
With a little set his heart, Meti go away. This is the best way before the fight occurred. Ranti angel in front of and in front of the Romeo Ronnie, Meti not want to ruin imejnya. Jaim little to benefit more.
In the corner of the school, Meti straighten his back. Hugging his knees. Ronnie did not even react earlier. Parahkah so I? He complained. The fourteenth is in sight. Jocks class was noisy. And if Meti will languish alone in his room, on the day was full of meaning? Meti looked at the shadows are falling between the white pebbles are arranged neatly in front of him. Flame leaf dry fly freely in the wind from dicerabut air shaft. Miserable. Meti sighed.
***
"Another Legend tells of a Catholic priest from III century named Valentine who was thrown into prison and sentenced to death by the Emperor Claudius because he wanted to spread her religion. While in prison, Valentine still holds faith and told friends with the jailer's daughter. When the Emperor finally executed on February 14, Valentine 269, he wrote a letter written from your valentine to the child as a prison guard last memento.
Over time, the story of Valentine developed in various versions. But people are usually more focused on the romantic story behind it. Some say that Valentine fell in love with the actual prison warden's son, and he gave the letter as a final token is the beginning of the tradition of writing love letters between the lovers ... "
Meti underlines the words of a Catholic priest in the article of a teenage magazine in his hand. Her lips pursed. Shiba, blue teddy bears, just knocked down to the floor.
Meti know the story of the first. Memorized in his head even. Roman versions, France, England, Wales, Italy, Germany, North America, even to the girl's story weavers in China. He also knows, that's not the Islamic tradition. But when love came, who mengelaknya power? Valentine hopes all her friends arrived. Express her love for their idol. Even more broadly.
"Not to a lover, the bruised, brother, sister, brother, aunt or even the driver could have been frightened disclosed. Anyway, that day should be a full smile, deh! "Pupuy said with wisdom.
Meti smiled. He had read in a special teen girl magazine valentine edition published this week. Celebration of all things pink shelled out. Tips to date, special gifts, the clothes fit, well, complete.
"Met, no phone, tuh!" Mamah call from the living room. Phone? It seems he had not heard the bell. Meti becoming dizzy. Why is this so? He glanced at the calendar on his bookshelf. Eleven dates in February.
"Thanks, mah!" Says Meti, lifting the receiver.
"Ranti," explained Mamah without being asked.
Meti changed. Changing the tone of voice that was at the tip of her tongue. Earlier, he was hoping, fingers crossed that call ... Ronnie!
"Meti, can help us do, make a special discussion ngurusin this month? We happened again the lack of people on the committee, ya! "Said Ranti after saying hello.
"When?"
"On the fourteenth, from Ba'da Asr till sunset."
The fourteenth? Valentinan party gang.
"Yes, yes? Because we really do need people. The discussion was rada special, just Ustad Zakaria speaker who was popular, "said Ranti hopefully.
Meti scratched his head. "I'm not sure, really, but I'll usahain!"
Lazy, Meti hung up. Musala or to join with friends, yes? If you join cs Pupuy he might dicengin out, if no spouse present. Even if they allow to come with you, but shame, dong, while they were all with their respective princes. It could be mistaken for not selling!
***
These days termemuakkan for Meti, actually. The days have long passed him with anxiety and indecision. Ronnie never speak to him except during biology lab in the lab. There was no hope at all for him. Everything was dark.
Ah! Meti could hardly believe it to see a list of mail in his inbox. Yes, the Internet's most effective stress medicine for Meti. He can play anywhere he likes.
Ronnie Bhuana Nature. Meti rubbed his eyes. No one? Soon she opened a letter containing a time bomb ready to blow that chest.
Short. Short course contents.
Tell me whom you love and
I will tell you who you are
Will you be my valentine?
Ronnie
Meti breath hunt. Do not blame her vision? Prince has come at a critical moment was almost late. For a moment, her fingers trembling. Forgot to replay this historic letter. Her imagination to play in the ceiling. What clothes would he wear? Lipstikkah wearing? What kind of perfume? Everything is spinning in his brain wrinkles. And Should she wear hijab? Meti dreams slammed against the wall. Yes, what about the hijab?
***
Meti turned once again in front of the mirror. Old red culottes, knee gamis sweet pink lace decorated at the end of the arm and the lower end, is also a tiny veil attached matching color style. Her lips are thin smears were washed pink lipstick. Meti looks different. He smiled. New he realized now, in fact he has the beauty that had been hidden.
"Duh, who would valentinan ...!" Mamah jeered when Meti out of the bedroom door. The girl blushed, "Do not let the night, yes, the Met."
"Okay, deh!" Meti said firmly.
He looked at the clock mounted on the wall. Almost half of four. Ronnie promised to pick him up just a half-four.
"See, the Met, although wearing hijab you can still look stylish and follow trends," said the matching Mamah Meti. Once that encourages Mamahlah Meti to scarf. He said, grandmother to granddaughter, unveiled only after legally baligh. Understandably, his grandparents, Haji! Mamah itself if left is usually veiled. Hood style.
Almost four hours. Meti began to fidget. Really, the first date late. No bad manners.
The phone rang. Meti almost jumped snatched up the black phone.
"What!" He could hardly believe it.
His face changed.
"Well, it's nothing, really. Bye! "Meti hung up.
Mamah who watched it all looked puzzled.
Meti walked unsteadily into the room.
"What, the Met?" After Mamah.
"The party's off," Meti said tartly.
"Why?!"
"Ronnie forget that today he had an engagement with his family."
"How so?"
"Let's ah, mah. Meti to sleep wrote, "Meti sulk. His heart was shattered. Well, it turns out he was not worthy. Nobody is in love with him. Because he's ugly, because he weight four pounds more than ideal weight. Meti strengthen the dam water in his eyes. He did not want to cry in front of Mamah.
Meti Shiba wringing until the feathers apart. No matter how new the-laundry two days ago. Berlelehan tears rolled down her cheeks that swept powder. Imagine palm leaves outside the window to protect from hot afternoon sun rays.
Minutes passed. Suddenly she remembered something. He glanced at the clock on the desk briefly. Hurry, grabbed the bag at his side. Half he ran across the living room.
"Where, Met?" Asked Mamah who was reading on the couch.
Meti not see it, "Valentinan!" He said.
"He said that?" Mamah frowned.
"At school there musala discussion about valentine, mah," explained Meti, "Instead of at home, bete."
Perhaps the discussion has begun, but a little too late nothing than nothing. Meti opened the door of the cab with the heart field. Where he had been, O God? Meti know, he should not love the man before he was able to love God with all his soul. She is grateful Ronnie did not come. At least he was reminded of this after all carried away with the life offered by his friends.
The red light facing the taxi rate Meti. The road was never quiet afternoon of jams. Meti suddenly smiled. Life is like a highway, must obey the rules if you want to survive. Try it if the red light breached, could be invaded by hundreds of his body crushed a passing car as well.
He remembered Pupuy, Rosa, Lula, who should he leave. Yes, must. However, a time Meti promised to return. Because, he loved them and he wanted to share with them about the meaning of a love that is more valuable than a chocolate. Love to God. In Him we would not be disappointed.
source: http://ceritacinta.net/2007/02/14/be-my-valentine/
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