A Song for Hafidh

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The sound of a bell that marked the opening hours was already loud, and it made me have to end the dreams that I had just been in for a while. I was very heavy lifting my head that was sinking on the table with a bag because my eyes still want to keep closed to continue my dream nature. But the touch of someone's hand that gently touched my shoulder required me to open my eyes and lift my head.

"Looks like you're so sleepy. How much sleep does it last night? "Her thin red lips moved slowly as she said it so I could know what she was saying because I could not hear her voice.
From birth I am Deaf. I can not hear the voices of my loved ones and those who love me around me, especially the voice of my father and mother. Actually I can hear, but only hear certain sounds like the sound of the bell. While the voice of human speech I can not hear it because its voice is smaller than the sound of a hard bell, and by the way it reads the lips of someone like that I can know what others are telling me.

"Last night I could not sleep. I tried to do my own Math homework, but I could not. I'm having trouble. "I replied through the writing I wrote on the notebook that I used to answer every other person's remarks to me because I could not speak as well as the others. I'm hard to talk, it takes a long time to explain.
"Why not say it to me, I will definitely help you." He said as he sat on the chair next to my left which was his seat.
"I do not want to keep asking for your help, you've been helping me too much." I replied again by writing it down in a notebook.
"What are you talking about? We're friends, I'll help you because friends, right, help each other. "For the umpteenth time he said that. Yes, he always says it every time I feel bad if he helps.

Since his presence a month ago in this class he has always helped me when I have difficulty in learning. I went to a ragular school, not in an Extraordinary School for children with special needs like me because the school I occupied was an inclusive school.
The inclusion school is a school that combines special and regular education services in a school system, where students with special needs receive special education according to their individual potential and who regular students receive special services to develop their potential. Thus, either students with special needs or regular students can jointly develop the potential of each and able to exist and harmonious life in society.
In class, I alone am a Deaf student. With my situation like that I can only be alone in every day because I can not join the others to just chat and joke. I could not hear them, nor did they understand my way of saying words through gestures. But, that was before. In the second semester of the tenth grade she's always invited and I want to talk to. To me, he is like the moon that illuminates the darkness of the night and is like a bird that always sings in the morning to enliven the world.

"Next time you have trouble doing homework tell me, I'm ready to help you. If like this you will torture yourself. Look, tuh, your pockets are blackened! "He pointed toward my eye sockets, which I unknowingly blackened for lack of sleep last night. I just nodded his head to answer him while giving a smile to him.

Beautiful, that's the name. The beautiful name for a beautiful girl is also kind-hearted. In addition, he is also smart. He always helps others, just as it helps me when I'm having trouble working on the questions the teachers give me. He patiently guided us to study without ever feeling tired and anything else. His white white teeth added a sweet smile to his lips. Her long, shiny black hair always unravels with a pink ribbon on the left side of her hair. She was the best and most beautiful woman I met other than mother.

In addition to chatting in schools that make our relationship closer, Indah and I also always chat through short messages when at home at night or when we both have time for it. Just like tonight. He told me to watch at the very front as he performed singing on his school birthday tomorrow.
"I must be watching you at the very front, even I first occupy the audience." With a little exaggeration I answered it.

A week ago, there was information on school anniversary. It says that the school will celebrate by performing art or pence. Each class required some of his students to show off participating in the event, and one of them was Beautiful, even he himself volunteered for it.
And now, right now, exactly at ten o'clock in the morning Indah is already standing in the middle of a not-so-grand stage on the school grounds. He looks very beautiful and elegant with the clothes he wore. Not to forget he wore the usual pink ribbon attached to the left side of his hair which also add to his beautiful appearance.

A few moments later Indah started to open her mouth. Although I can not hear his voice, I can see that he is more than enough. I did not know what she was singing, but I was dumbfounded as she performed the song while using sign language. Since when did he have sign language? So, this means want to look different from the others?

Oh, God..
I love him, I love him
Miss him, want him
Keep love in my heart
Only to him, for him. "
That's what I know from the song he brought that uses sign language. Every now and then he looks at me in astonishment, not believing that he can speak the language, the language I use, the language that makes it easier for me to communicate with others.

Beautiful gets a lot of applause after he finished performing from the audience who is a resident of the school, as well as me. This time I changed my usual applause with sign language by waving my hands in front of the ear into a common applause like the others.

"Since when did you get sign language?" I asked in sign language as we rested in the school cafeteria after the pensi without needing anymore through the writing.
"Ever since I got to know you." Beautiful replied as both hands twitched hints at what he was saying.
I still can not believe she can speak signals. But, I can not deny that he really can sign language.

Later, we ate food and drank the available drinks on the table while occasionally chatting that made us forget the time until it got dark. We went home when the food we ate and the drinks we drank was gone.
We came home on foot because the distance between our house and school was not too far away. As we drove through the school gates we ran into each other who also wanted to go home. We went back to chatting in the middle of the road to the house. Being too busy talking, again and again we were unaware that we had arrived home. I drove Indah first to come home, and then I go home.

My cell phone that was in my pocket suddenly shuddered when just a few steps to leave the house Beautiful. I stopped my way for a moment to pull out and look at my cell phone. One incoming message that turned out to be from her.
"Hafidh, turn around!" That's the message. I immediately reverse my body like that command. Seen he was still standing where he was with his lips carving a smile at me.
Then, the two fingers began to form the letter 'H A F I D H'. Then he starts to say something again through sign language by holding his chest which means 'me', forming his hands like X or crossed and then taped to his chest which means 'love' and pointing at me which means 'you'.
My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open with a gasp of knowing what he was saying that stunned me. 'I love you, Hafidh, I love you!' Beautiful again saying that until repeatedly until his beautiful eyes were teary. The longer the more tears that stem in the eyelids a second and then spilled because it can not be stopped again.

I walked over to him, who, unaware, was hurrying toward me. When we had faced each other, I hugged her tiny body tightly high as mere, as she hugged me tightly.
"I love you too, Beautiful!" For the first time I spoke directly with my mouth without the sign language. To hear me say so tears became more and more. He shed his tears in my arms.

No, Fidh, no. You are wrong. I felt it the first time I stepped into the chair next to you that would be my seat in the new class. You can see, right, how do I get to you? How do I see you? Did I mention anything about you? No, right ?! "Beautiful also uses sign language to answer.
"Honestly, I was surprised when I met you then know your situation. You who look perfect, it has a shortage as well. But I do not care about that, because love is not like that. Love is the feeling of someone who sings someone who loves him sincerely regardless of his strengths and weaknesses. "He added.
"But you are too perfect, Beautiful. You can get a man who is more perfect than me. "
"What is perfect should be paired with the perfect as well? No, right, Fidh ?! I'm not as perfect as you imagine, I also have the same shortcomings as you. My shortcomings are not in terms of physical, but I have shortcomings because humans are born no one is perfect, must have shortcomings as well as advantages. The shortcomings and advantages are there so that people can help each other and complement. I love you not because of your perfection, but because of your heart! "Beautiful pats my chest gently.
"Do you know what I was singing for? It's for you, Fidh, for you. I studied with hard sign language from the beginning I know how to communicate you so I can chat with you and know what you are saying. I do not want you tired of constantly replying to my words with writing and reading my lips to see what I'm saying. "
"Let me love you, let me be your ears and mouth, let me be your friend and perfect life. I love you, Hafidh! "
Tears falling back down her delicate cheeks. Seeing him cry like that I hugged him again in the hope that he could calm down after spilling his tears at me.
"I'm sorry, Ndah, I'm sorry to have let you down. Because of the circumstances I am wasting your love. I'm sorry, I love you. Do you want to be a friend of my life ?! "I said after removing his embrace. Beautiful just nodded with a smile as the answer.



Again and again I hugged him for being happy to know he also had the same feelings as me. I think my love is just a hand clap, it does not. In fact, he first expressed his feelings to me. I should have done that, but I was too scared to do it because I was aware of how I was doing.

One, two, three days went by, our relationship went well without anyone messing with it. Every day we always go home school together, spending time alone. Friends at school already know about this relationship because it sees us getting closer day by day.
They always tease me and Indah when we're chatting together, just like this morning when I arrived at school. They pulled me toward mading and pointed at one of the writings that were there and told me to read it. It turns out that writing is a poem about love.

I am you
You are me
Me and you united
Unite me and you
Me and you are united in the word love
In the word love I and you are united
It will not be separated forever
Forever will not be separated "

I smiled broadly when I found out the name of the poem maker is Beautiful. Unconsciously he was watching me from a distance while also smiling at me.
Then he said something through a gesture in the fingers of his right hand. Forming the letter 'I' with the index finger, the letter 'L' with the index finger plus the thumb, and the letter 'U' with the index finger plus the little finger that if put together meaning 'i love you'. I grinned again when I found out he was saying that. I also replied by giving the same gesture seems to mean 'i love you too'.