
They are again busy chatting with each other to tell the past and their lives so that they get to know each other further.
After getting tired of sitting in the cafe, they stepped along the beach, they took pictures again to capture their memories.
"Where are we going?" ask Rama.
"Where are you going?" rama asked Diska.
"Where do I know, I'm not a person here who knows what a good place here is" Diska replied.
"Hehe" kekeh Rama.
"I also do not know where else to go, in this area is not too many tourist places, even if there is a distance is far away, so in one day we can only visit 2 places," said Rama.
"Hmm, you brought me here, I'm very happy" said Diska.
"Alhamdulillah, if you are happy. Your happiness has become the happiness of my life" said Rama.
"Huh? You mean what?" tanya Diska hoped that Rama would reveal the taste that was in her heart.
"Mhm" muttered Rama.
Rama stopped his steps. He faced the girl in his heart.
"Dis, I don't know why to me right now your smile is the spirit of my life" said Rama honestly.
"What do you mean?" ask Diska again.
"Mhm, I will be happy if you are happy" said Rama.
Rama did not dare to declare his love, he only expressed that feeling with an expression. He hoped that Diska understood with the feelings that were in his heart at this moment.
Seeing Diska who was just silent, Rama finally stepped back, suddenly Diska stopped Rama's steps.
"Thank you for everything, for me your happiness will also be my happiness. Whenever I'm around you, I feel very comfortable and protected. You are the only man who has given me comfort in my life after my papa" Diska said honestly.
Rama was silent for a moment, he pulled Diska until the girl fell in his arms.
"You are happy" whispered Rama.
They embrace the happiness and love they are feeling right now.
****
As Azan ashar roars, Rama and Diska get ready to return home, before they continue their journey back to Tanjung village, they stop at a mosque to perform ashar prayers.
Their journey continued after completing their obligations as a Muslim.
"Dis, what if we eat meatballs first, here is famous for good meatballs," Rama bargained on Diska when they were in the Air Balam area.
"May," replied Diska agreeing.
Rama stops his motorcycle right in front of the meatball cottage. They got off the motorcycle and went into the meatball cabin.
Rama ordered 2 bowls of meatballs for them with iced tea as usual they did prefer to drink iced tea than other drinks.
As soon as they sat down, a waiter delivered 2 bowls of meatballs and 2 cups of iced tea to the table they were on.
"How good?" rama asked Diska after Diska tasted the meatballs in her bowl.
"Yes, good," replied Diska.
"This meatball is already famous up to the border of North Sumatra, anyone who crosses the area here they will regret if they can not stop by to enjoy this meatball," said Rama tells the habits of people who are very popularizing the Simpang Air Balam meatballs.
"really?" ask Diska to Rama's amazement.
"Yes, because in this area rarely people who sell meatballs with the right taste like this meatball," said Rama again.
"Oh, so. I like the meatballs. Later we order 1 pack for Uci Desmi, yes," Pinta Diska on Rama.
"You take it easy" said Rama.
Rama called the waiter and asked for 2 servings of meatballs to be wrapped.
"Lho, why 2?" ask Diska wonder.
"Oh, yes," said Diska.
Not much story, Diska and Rama enjoy a bowl of meatballs in front of them.
After finishing enjoying meatballs, they returned to the village.they really felt tired after a long trip for one day.
They reached the village when the Maghrib had entered.
Rama stops his motorcycle after arriving in front of the yard of Uci Desmi's house.
"After this, you take a warm bath so that the fatigue is gone and you will sleep well" Rama said before he left.
"Yes, thank you for today, I'm happy to go with you" Diska said.
Rama smiled, she gently stroked Diska's cheek.
"After this, rest and do not forget to dream of me" whispered Rama.
Diska blushed, she lowered her face which had now changed color. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.
Rama raised the chin of the city girl, until now Diska can see clearly the handsome face of Rama who threw a smile.
"I go home first, yes," Rama said to Diska.
Diska nodded.
"Come in, I'll leave after you enter the house" said Rama.
Diska nodded and then stepped into the house, arriving at the door of the house, Diska looked at Rama who was gradually leaving.
Diska closed the door, smiling happily.
"You're home, Dis?" ask Uci Desmi who just finished praying maghrib.
"Sci," said Diska in shock.
Since then Diska thought that Uci Desmi was going to pray in the mosque. She was embarrassed to smile to herself.
"Okay, happy whose way is the same adoration of his heart," seduced Uci Desmi.
"Hehe." Diska could only chuckle withstanding embarrassment.
"People are happy that you've been together" said Uci Desmi.
"Ah, Uci. He didn't declare his love, he just said he was happy if I was happy" Diska said.
"That means he has expressed his heart to you" said Uci Desmi.
"Yes, there's a shower first, Uci has warmed the water this afternoon, you take a hot bath, yes. The hot water is in the flask" said Uci Desmi.
"Good, Uci. Thank you," said Diska.
Diska stepped into the room and prepared to clean her body.
****
Today Diska will leave for the city of Padang. He had already asked Rudi to deliver him to Silaping later in the afternoon.
As per the agreement of Diska and Gina, they will leave at night. So, they can prepare themselves and not rush in the morning, because the bus to the city of Padang leaves at 7.00 from Silaping.
Before leaving, Diska can still drift, after finishing breakfast Diska and Uci Desmi sit on the porch of the house while telling stories.
They told me about various things, two women of different generations that look very exciting chatting somehow about what.
"Uci, I'll get ready. Dzuhur again, I asked Rudi to take me after the Ashar prayer," said Diska.
Diska deliberately left earlier than the village so that Rudi did not stay overnight when returning to the village later.
"Oh, yes if so," said Uci Desmi.
Diska stepped into the room, she was getting ready for a moment, not realizing she had fallen asleep soundly in the pile of clothes that would be put in her travel bag.
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