Thursday afternoon at school when it was torrential rain. When the school bell rang, I wanted to go home by forced to wait for a while at school until the rain subsided. The afternoon weather was unfriendly, the rain was so heavy that I and my friends had to wait long enough at school for getting stuck.
It was three o'clock in the morning and the rain had eased, and I was the most unguarded to come home immediately to walk to the parking lot to get the motor. The atmosphere of the school is still crowded that afternoon, many students who are still busy with their activities including children hizbul wathan (hw) who was doing rehearsals for the preparation of the ceremony milad muhammadiyah and hw tomorrow. Looks 12th graders are chatting next to the parking and some children majoring in office administration (AP) also took his motorbike upon my arrival in the parking lot.
For a moment I waited until they had taken the motor, as I stepped into the direction of the mosque in front of my motorcycle parking and how happy I was when I saw the figure of a man that I knew even I have feelings for him. Well he was the man who was sitting alone on the porch of the mosque, still I remember clearly when I just found out his name coincided with the day of his birth September 30 and right then I immediately find out his facebook and friends with him.

I do not know since when I started to like it, we often meet in the school mosque because our school is facing (I'm smea and he's in stm) and every time we meet smile even though we do not know the name of him who always smile but through that smile is us feel so close and interested in getting to know each other.
Back to the starting story on the motorcycle park, I glanced at him and saw him looking at me with a smile and smiling back at his smile. The same smile I always see every time I see him, the smile that can evoke my ward when I'm so down, the smile that can hypnotize me until I stare at it, the smile is so sweet that I stop thinking about it, a smile that eventually leads to an uncontrollable vibration. What's this vibration?
Still in the parking lot as I approached the motor, I saw my bike was still between the bikes and I was so confused how to get it out. Still in confusion and have not had time to find help he man who had been sitting on the porch of the mosque came running up to me look from his face confused between help me or not, and I was very surprised suddenly he was beside me and asked "purse?" With I shyly replied softly "this" while pointing toward the white-topped revo motor. And how does it feel? My heart was pounding, the whole tube was trembling so great, my face was pale, my throat was choking, I was awkward and it felt so weak by the incredibly powerful and uncontrollable vibration that it became clear when the motor was shaking. Unconsciously he was watching me and laughing at the sight of me with a pale and trembling face. It made my face flushed with embarrassment.
While in the parking lot we did not say anything, we were busy with each other's thoughts. I wonder if she feels the same way as me? Because I did not have time to see him and I'm sure that was in his mind (the man) is why I can tremble like that? Is this Love? Or just a demon way to seduce? Only a doubt exists.
Dropped by daydreams as my bike has been released, I lean toward him to say thank you. The closer I get to the dug my heart is getting out of control, but I try to cover up and take courage. In my heart I say I have to be strong to say thank you even though my tongue is throat and throat seemed choked finally came out the word "thank you Mas". That's all I can say, and he nods back and says "Be careful" as he passes to return to the mosque.
In each step I watched from afar hoping that he would look back and look at me. And it's nice to hear that he hears a whisper, he turns to me and we look at each other in silence there is a sense of comfort when I look at his eyes. I see a sincerity from his eyes, but I do not understand if it is love? We looked at it for a long time until the sound of the call to prayer awakened us, it was ashar time has arrived with immediate he took water ablution while I ran to meet my friends who are in the school yard.
Unable to conceal the happiness felt by heart, I tell the length of the story that I experienced a minute ago. And various responses I received from them, some are surprised, laughing, happy, and teasing. But whatever their response to the incident, I do not really care about it because the joy of shivering has overcome everything.
Back to the parking lot to take the motor and he has finished ablution but not directly into the mosque, but looking at me with the same stare and sincere calm. Several times I turned to him and he still looked at me hoping it happen again even if only a few minutes passed. I wanted to go to the mosque to pray ashar congregation with him, but friends have been waiting for me to go home together. Finally I decided to go home and again I turned to smile at him.
On the way home I kept thinking about the incident, to make me smile to myself when on the road. People look strange at how I am, but what do I care I am happy and do not want to be disturbed because of their gaze. Well that's the atmosphere of romance.