Love The Village Youth
Chapter 6

Rama immediately woke up chasing Diska, he saw Diska had been on a cliff, was holding on to a wooden branch embedded in the cliff.

“Rama, help me!” yell Diska fear.

He was even more afraid when he looked down, there the rushing stream was ready to wash away. The disca that could not swim at all grew even more fearful as it imagined itself falling into that river.

“You are calm, yes.” While calming Diska down, Rama tries to find something he can use to help Diska.

Rama saw the roots of the tree he used to tie firewood commonly called the people of his village with the word ‘andor’ (Akar phon commonly used to bind) . Rama pulls the root, then throws andor towards Diska.

“You grab that root, and hold it tight!” rama shouted giving a signal.

Diska tries to reach for the roots that Rama gave her. After he had completely moved to the roots that Rama had given him.

“You grasp the roots, then pile your feet into the cliffs, and start going up here.” Rama started to lead Diska.

Diska tried her hardest to climb to the top of the cliff by hearing the guidance conveyed by Rama, finally Diska could go up. He had been beside Rama, without a second thought Diska immediately embraced Rama.

“I'm scared,” I'm crying Diska.

Rama was shocked by what Diska did, but he let the girl hold her body. Rama stroked Diska's back, giving comfort to the city girl.

Diska releases her embrace from the handsome man who always acts calmly against her.

“Sorry,” Oiled Diska.

This is the first time Diska has said sorry to Rama. He felt grateful to have survived the death he had just experienced.

“Ya already, we continue the journey.” Rama stepped towards his motorbike lying on the road.

He tried to build his motorcycle. Then he rode that motorcycle, “Yuk!” bring Rama.

Diska went back on Rama's motorcycle. “Udah,” said Diska stated she was ready to leave.

Rama drew Diska's hand, then wrapped the smooth hand around her waist. “Hold tightly, our journey is still far.” Rama prepares to take his motorcycle.

Diska was silent, obeying what Rama did. He stared at his hands that were already coiled around Rama's waist.

Rama took out his motorcycle, painstakingly defeating a very terrible terrain, finally they entered the housing of the villagers of Tanjung.

Diska looked at the amazement of the residential area, some houses were piled in the middle and surrounded by very beautiful rice fields. The houses in Tanjung village still look very simple. Only a few houses stand firm, and most of the houses in Tanjung village stand half brick and half of the board.

Rama stopped his motorcycle in front of a simple house, the house that stood with half a board was very spacious. In addition to the beautiful flower garden in front of him makes the atmosphere of this large house feel comfortable.

Rama and Diska went down, and they stepped into the house. There was a middle-aged man sitting in the guest chair of his house.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” said Rama politely to the middle-aged man.

“Rama, have you arrived?” asked the village chief's father to Rama, he welcomed his friendly guests.

“Iya, Sir,” said Rama.

“Please enter!” The village chief told his guests to come in and let them sit in a shabby looking guest chair.

Rama and Diska sat in the guest chair available in the modest house.

“From yesterday I waited for the arrival of the doctor's book,” said the village head began his conversation.

“I welcome you to this village of ours, how was the trip here, tiring?” asked the village chief with a friendly smile.

Diska smiled, “Very tiring, Sir,” replied Diska with her sweet smile.

“I hope, buk doctor can be at home to serve in our village,” said the village head again full of hope.

“Iya, Sir.” Diska nodded with a smile.

“Please,” said the girl blushed shyly glancing towards Rama.

“Please, Buk doctor.”The chief had Diska and Rama taste the drinks and food that had been available before them.

Rama and Diska smiled as they nodded.

“Oh yes, this is my daughter, she just finished college.” The village chief introduced his daughter.

“Annisa,” said the girl reached out her hand towards Diska.

“Diska,” says Diska welcomes Friendly hand out Annisa.

Annisa continues to steal a glance at Rama, while his father is still busy chatting with Rama and Diska.

“Rama, maybe the doctor is tired. Please take her to Uci's house (call for aunt) Desmi!” pinta the village head at Rama when he saw the look on Diska's face that began to saturate listening to the chatter of Rama and himself.

“Buk doctor, we have provided a place to stay for you, at the home of one of the residents. I hope, buk doctor can comfortably stay at home Uci Desmi.” The village chief explained.

“Good, Sir. I follow how the father's decision,” said Diska politely.

“Ya already, Sir. I'll drop Diska off first. It looks like he is really tired,” said Rama.

The village chief nodded, Rama and Diska stood up and stepped out of the village chief's house. Annisa kept looking at Rama who had passed away from her home.

Rama takes Diska to the house of uci Desmi, a widow who has no children. He lives alone in his house. The woman who is still in her 50s is a citizen who is known for her hospitality and high social spirit.

Uci Desmi deliberately offers her home as a place to live for young doctors who will serve in their village, she hopes the young doctor will be her friend in a lonely life living alone.

Rama and Diska had arrived at a simple house, a house that had a spacious courtyard and various plants neatly arranged there making every eye that looked at him feel the serenity in his soul.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” said Rama when they were in front of the door of the house uci Desmi.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” says a woman from inside the house.

The woman stepped forward to open the door for Rama and Diska.

“Rama!” exclaim uci Desmi happy to welcome the arrival of Rama and Diska.

“Iya, Aunt. This is the doctor in our village,” said Rama pointed towards Diska.

Diska smiled kindly, then greeted the old lady before her. If you look at his face, uci Desmi is about 50 years old.

“I Diska aunt,” says Diska friendly.

“Do not call aunt, call Uci only. Come in!” Uci Desmi pulls Diska into her house.

They entered into a simple house that was very neat and clean. Diska spread her gaze to every corner of the house, she was amazed to see the many paintings displayed on the walls of the house.

Uci Desmi invited them to sit down, then served drinks and some snacks on the table.

“Please sample!” uci Desmi was friendly.

Rama and Diska began to taste the drinks and food served by uci Desmi, they also chatted as if just introducing each other. At once Diska remembered her things.

“Hey, where are my things?” tanya Diska whispered a little to Rama on the sidelines of their chat with uci Desmi.

“Yeah, I forgot. Wait a minute!” Rama took his cell phone and called his friend who was carrying Diska's belongings.

Many times Rama contacted his friend, but there was no answer at all. Diska started to panic. He stared at Rama.

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