Love The Village Youth
Chapter 5

Everyone woke up from their sleep, they rushed out of the room. Siti and her husband were shaking their heads while covering their eyes so as not to see the scene in front of them.

Rama was hugging Diska tightly in his deep sleep. Diska was trying to get out of Rama's circle of hands.

Seeing Diska who was struggling to escape from her sister, Siti hit Rama's shoulder.

“Rama, wake!” siti shouted full of emotion, she was annoyed at the silly attitude of her sister.

Rama blinked his eyes which were still heavy because he was really tired.

“What's the matter, Brother?” rama asked without guilt.

“See, what are you doing?” snapped Siti pointed towards Diska who was very angry at Rama.

“Aaaaaa,” cried Rama after he realized what he was doing to the woman who was struggling to escape from her embrace.

Rama opened his arms from Diska's waist. He felt ashamed and guilty to the woman who had accidentally made it a bolster, Diska immediately woke up and moved away from Rama.

As the atmosphere became awkward, Siti's husband was confused to see Rama and the girl who was in his house, he raised his eyebrows glancing towards his wife questioning who the girl who was with Rama was.

Siti feels bad for Diska, she chooses to leave Rama and Diska outside. Siti pulled the hands of her husband and children to go back into the room.

Rama and Diska are outside. Diska did not dare to lay her body beside Rama. He was afraid that things would happen that he did not want. He finally decided to sit by the window.

“I'm sorry,”lirih Rama lowered his head.

He realized his mistake of daring to hug the girl he had only known one day.

Diska was silent, she was very angry at Rama. Instantly their drowsiness just disappeared. They remained silent until morning came.

Kukuruyuuukk...

Sounding clearly in their ears, the roosters had crowed signifying the morning had come.

Siti came out of her room to do her activities in the morning. He found Rama and Diska in their respective places.

Siti approached her sister, “Rama, it's morning there pray!” siti's orders to her sister.

Rama immediately stood up, he stepped out of the house. Diska was still staring out the window.

“Diska, do you want to pray?” ask Siti on Diska.

“Hah? Praying?” tanya Diska was confused.

During this time Diska never knew about prayer because her parents never taught her to pray.

“Sorry, are you Muslim?” ask Siti carefully on Diska.

“Iya, sis. I'm muslim.” Diska looked stunned, she stared blankly ahead.

“As a Muslim, we must perform prayer services,” said Siti advising Diska.

“Iya, Brother.” Diska nodded in understanding.

“Yuk, come with me. We ablute first!” invite Siti to Diska.

Then, Diska followed Siti out of her house. They stepped into a small kali located not far from Siti's house.

“Come, here!” Siti waved her hand to tell Diska to go down into the times.

Diska tried to get into the times, although she was actually still awkward to do just that. He followed what Siti did. At least it did not make him embarrassed to be a spectacle of two residents who were also at that time.

They also returned to Siti's house after finishing berwudhu’. At Siti's house, Rama had just finished praying. Siti went into her room, she took a mukena and prayer mat to wear by Diska.

Diska wore the mukena that Siti gave, then she followed Siti's morning prayers. This was the first time he had prayed all his life except for the feast.

After the dawn prayer, Siti was busy cooking and taking care of her two children. Rama helped his brother. While Diska just sat while playing her phone. He does not know what to do because he himself does not understand the conditions at Siti's house.

By 08:00 am Siti had gone to school, and her husband had gone to the garden to work. Rama and Diska also get ready to leave for Tanjung village, a village that is still relatively far from Silaping village.

Tanjung Village is one of the remote and lagging villages in West Pasaman district of West Sumatra province.

From Silaping Village still requires a journey of about 25 km to the village of Tanjung, Rama and Diska will leave on a motorcycle owned by Rama.

Before they left, Rama had left Diska's belongings to his best friend who had been asked to come to bring Diska's goods.

“Kak, marangkat ami jolo, (Sister, we leave first, yes),” Rama said to his brother.

“Olo, with maho in dalan, (be careful on the road),” said Siti.

“Kak, I'm saying goodbye. Thank you for the banquet,” said Diska politely.

“ Yes, don't call here, yes!” siti Sahut.

“If there is time, you play with Rama here,” said Siti happy.

Diska just glanced at Rama, while the glimpsed even wrong behavior.

“Come!” Rama waved his hand telling Diska to get on her motorcycle.

Diska greets Siti, then she climbs onto Rama's motorcycle. Then Rama also drove his motorcycle with moderate speed. Along the way, Diska was silent. He had no interest in making his golden voice.

Several times Rama tried to apologize for his mistake, but Diska did not heed him in the least.

After their trip about 5 kilometers with a good road, Rama turned his motorcycle to the left. From this junction start gravel roads and sharp climbs. Diska tried to hold the iron back of the motorcycle to survive so as not to fall with the terrain that began horribly.

The right side of the road has hills, and the left side of the road has deep ravines. Diska's heart was beating fast. At the moment he feels the middle of a rollercoaster ride without using the slightest safety.

“Hey, you handle me!” rama shouted worried that Diska had fallen from her motorcycle.

Diska still insists on keeping hold of the iron back of the motorcycle. He is reluctant to hold Rama's waist, especially if he remembers last night's events.

Rama painstakingly rode his motorcycle, not that he could not ride his motorcycle on this clay-mixed gravel road, the terrain that he passed at this time had been routine in his path every time there was a village business that was completed, but he was afraid that Diska fell because Diska did not want to hold on to his waist at all.

With great care, Rama took out his motorcycle. Climb and descend they pass. But while on the roadside climb there is a river flowing fast, the wheels of a motorcycle grinding a stone makes Rama lose control.

They fell off the motorbike, because of the slippery road after the rain, Diska bounced towards the river.

“Diska!” rama shouted anxiously.

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