Love The Village Youth
Chapter 15

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" diska asked Rama when she saw the village youth was daydreaming.

"Huh?" Rama flinched from his daydream when he heard Diska's question.

"Why are you daydreaming?" Diska repeated her question.

"Mhm, it's okay. I only remember the accident last afternoon, the accident happened right in front of my eyes.if I did not have time to step on the brake then I will be the victim of the accident," answered Rama honestly.

"What?" pekik Diska while covering her mouth in disbelief.

Now there was a sense of gratitude that slipped in his heart after seeing the village youth he liked being in front of him without the slightest scuff.

"If it had been, Siti did not call me then,-" Rama hanged his words.

Diska was silent to Rama's words.

"Alhamdulillah, you are currently fine," Diska said staring deeply at the handsome face of the village man.

For a moment their gaze met and linked to the taste that was in their hearts.

Without them realizing their faces had now been at a very close distance. Rama glanced at the thin lips belonging to the city girl, his thoughts were now floating scooping those lips and giving the pleasure of the whistleblower in their hearts.

"I'm sorry," shrieked the husband of the Diska patient as he looked at them.

The man immediately stepped out leaving them.

"Eh" said Rama.

Diska lowered her head withstanding the shame that was now pouring down on her chest. His face immediately turned red.

He now holds the shame that is in their hearts.

"Dis, have you eaten?" rama asked to switch the conversation.

"Mhm, not yet," replied Diska.

Since then Diska did not remember eating a little because her mind was chaotic thinking about the situation of Rama who never came.

"Come, let's eat" Rama asked Diska.

"Huh? Eaten? Where's where?" ask Diska.

"Come, come along." Rama pulls Diska's hand and takes her out of the Puskesmas area.

Inevitably Diska followed Rama's steps. Diska looked at her hand which was now held tightly by the young man of the village.

"Do you want to ride a motorcycle or walk?" rama asked Diska when they arrived at the Puskesmas parking lot.

"Where is the place?" ask Rama.

"Hmm, what do you want to eat?" ask Rama before answering Diska's question.

"Mhm, what's the matter?" ask Diska again.

"Mhm, if you want to eat rice there is a restaurant, besides rice there is meatballs, chicken noodles, and satay," replied Rama.

"What do you want to eat?" Riska asked Rama's current taste.

"if I was up to you, what would you eat, I would go with you" Rama replied.

"Hmm, Yes, if so we eat satay," replied Diska.

"if you want to eat satay place is not too far from here, how do you want to walk or ride a motorcycle?" ask Rama.

Rama hopes Diska will walk so that they can enjoy the beautiful night decorated with starry skies.

"Well, if we walk, I want to know the night atmosphere in Silaping." Smiling disca.

"Yes, if so, take the road" Rama asked again he pulled Diska's hand.

Along the way Rama clasped tightly onto the hand of the city girl, as if he did not want to release the girl anywhere.

Diska enjoyed the hand of the village Youth in the slightest she did not want to protest against Rama's treatment of her.

"Dis," called Rama as they stepped down the road in silence.

"Mhm" muttered Diska in response to Rama's words.

"Hmm, never, all this time if I go out at night always with my parents, even then we just go to dinner or to the mall," replied Diska.

"So, I'm the first guy to take you out at night?" rama began to tease Diska.

He glanced at the girl who was now stepping while looking at the beautiful sky.

"Maybe that is," replied Diska.

Rama smiled to hear Diska's answer that seemed relaxed and indifferent.

They continued to walk until they finally arrived at a simple satay cottage, the location was not too big, but, with some neatly arranged lodge lesehan make Diska feel comfortable and tasteful to enjoy the taste of satay there.

"Well, the place is pretty good, yeah. And the appearance is hygienic," Diska said after they sat in one of the cottages.

Not long after the servant of the cottage satay came to them.

"What do you want, brother, Bang?" ask the waiter kindly.

"Satenya 2 servings yes, Bang," replied Rama.

"Sate 2 servings, drink it?" ask the waiter.

"What do you want to drink?" rama asked Diska before answering the servant's question.

"It's tea, '" replied Diska.

"The tea is 2, Bang," Rama told the man's servant.

"All right, wait a minute, yeah," said the waiter.

The waiter stepped towards the satay cart that was displayed in front of the houses lined up behind him.

"Newly know here there is a comfortable satay cottage like this," said Diska.

"Partially since in the village you rarely come out of the village," said Rama responded to Diska's remarks.

"Yes how to get out, if out of the village must spend the night here. Where do I stay try?" diska.

"That's how it is in the village of Tanjung, the journey from there to here passes through plantations that have absolutely no lighting along the way. For a person who does not know the terrain will be dangerous to pass through." Rama explains the situation of his birth village.

"So there is no one who goes down that road at night?" tanya Diska curious.

"Not nothing, the Tanjung villagers are used to passing through the path, but if they are not interested they are reluctant to pass the path at night," replied Rama.

"Mhm, so. So, I will remain in the village if there is no such thing," muttered Diska quietly.

"But if you want to play outside the village, you can take me. If I'm not busy I'll take you where you want to go" Rama said.

"Good offer" said Diska with a smile.

"Excuse me" said the waiter who came to them.

They smile. The waiter served 2 plates of satay and 2 cups of iced tea in front of them.

Diska was amazed to see the skewer satay on her plate.

"Please, Brother, Bang" said the servant before he left Rama and Diska.

"Thank you" said Rama.

After that the waiter left.

"Please try, this is the most delicious satay in this Silaping area," said Rama.

"Really a?" asked Diska while lifting the skewer containing a large piece of chicken.

"Mhm, why? You surprised to see the skewer?" rama asked Diska.

"Yes, as far as I know satay was stabbed a small piece, well if this," said Diska amazed.

"Sate is famous for its typical skewer satenya, so the cottage satay is called satay Beam, the prick contains a large piece of chicken," said Rama explained the characteristics of the cottage satay they were visiting.

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