Love The Village Youth
Chapter 8

Dian was shocked to see Rama, the sharp glare of Rama's eyes made Dian not wart. The young widow could only smile wryly because the look was on the town lady.

“Diska, we don't have to shop here!” rama exclaimed, then pulled the hand of Diska who was still confused by Rama's attitude.

“Hei, Ram! Wait!” yelled Dian trying to stop Rama's steps.

Rama who was very upset at the young widow, he did not care about the call of Dian. Rama took Diska to another clothing merchant in the village.

“You why the hell?” tanya Diska expressed her regret that had stemmed in her heart earlier.

Now they were in front of a house, in which there were various clothes hanging.

“You know the widow has pranked you! Where might the price of the clothes you choose almost a million,” replied Rama.

“Ya just might!” ketus Diska's.

Diska used to spend millions of rupiah for a dress, Diska is a daughter of parents who work as a doctor as well. Both of Diska's parents work at a well-known hospital in Bandung. So Diska used to live a luxurious life, she was used to using various branded goods that cost as high as the sky.

“According to you maybe, but there is no way uci Desmi will pay for the clothes you choose at that price!” snapped Rama.

Diska scrunched her forehead, she felt annoyed by the clash of the village man who now dared to snap at her.

“I won't burden uci Desmi paying for the clothes I bought, I can pay for it myself!” the Discus circus then passed into the simple house.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” said Diska when she was at the door of the house.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” replied a middle-aged woman coming out of her room when she heard the greetings from outside her house.

The woman scrunched her forehead when she saw a foreign woman standing in front of her house. He was stunned to see the figure of a beautiful woman who was in front of him, her messy hair did not make a dazzling radiance disappear from her face.

“Who?” ask the confused old woman.

“Mhm,--“ murmur Diska.

“He's a young doctor who will serve in our village, Uci.” Rama came to Rama and the woman who owned the house.

”Young doctor?” the old woman was still confused, not understanding what Rama said.

“I Diska, Uci. I will work in this village clinic as a doctor.” Diska explained.

“Oh, please come in!” take the old woman to Diska and Rama.

“Uci, Diska just got a disaster, her suitcase was stolen by an unknown person, when Rudi was about to bring her here.” Rama explained the purpose of his arrival to the house of the woman called Rama with the word ‘uci’.

“So, you want to see a collection of clothes here?” ask the old woman to Diska.

Diska and Rama nodded.

“Please!” the old woman showed off some of the clothing collections she had.

Diska began to choose clothes that fit her taste, even though all the clothes in front of her were many that she did not like, he was forced to choose some clothes that were there because he was already feeling very tired, wanting to feel like lying his body on his soft mattress.

“This, Uci.” Diska thrust out a few nightgowns and dresses at the middle-aged woman who served her graciously.

Diska opened her sling bag, she took out several hundred thousand pieces of money and gave them to the old woman.

“Crazy for the widow, want to find because of me?” bathin Diska in the heart justifies the words of Rama earlier.

“We excuse us, Uci,” said Rama when they were outside the old woman's house.

“Iya,” exclaimed the old woman from inside her house.

After that they came out of the yard of the house, Rama immediately delivered Diska to the house of uci Desmi so that Diska rested.

Arriving at the house of uci Desmi, Rama left Diska there and he went home. While Diska, clean themselves and lunch and rest in a simple room in the house uci Desmi.

In the village of Tanjung Rumah uci Desmi is classified as the most complete house of facilities than the homes of other residents who have to go to the river to bathe. Therefore, the village chief gladly accepted the offer of uci Desmi.

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The dusk is etched beautifully on the western horizon, sending the sun back to its throne. Slowly the orange sky turned dark as the sound of azan maghrib echoed from the speaker of the only mosque in the village.

One month had passed, Diska began to adapt to her surroundings. Diska is stepping foot into the mosque with a middle-aged woman who became his best friend and mother for him in a foreign area in his place today.

Slowly but surely, uci Desmi always invites Diska to pray. They always perform maghrib prayers and congregational prayers in village mosques. The location of the mosque is quite far from the house of uci Desmi so they choose to mingle with the community while waiting for the entry of Islamic time.

Unaware of Diska, she began to care about religion. At least he no longer abandoned his obligation as a Muslim, namely performing five prayers a day overnight.

“Kak, bang Syamsul already 3 days sick,” said one of the residents on uci Desmi.

“Really? Why are you telling me now?” tanya uci Desmi, feeling sad and worried.

Bang Syamsul is the only distant brother that uci Desmi has. Although the blood bond between them is very far away, but the brotherhood they built since they were young made them very close.

“I have tried to find a sister to the house, but some days this brother is busy to the garden deh,” replied the woman who is slightly younger than uci Desmi.

“Continue now bang Syamsul How, Ros?” tanya uci Desmi was getting worried.

“Bang Syamsul is getting worse pain, he asked me to tell him his condition is the same brother,” added the woman called Rosma by uci Desmi.

“Yeah, I have to get there right now.”

“Diska, uci want to go to Syamsul bang house, you can go home by yourself first right?” tanya uci Desmi told Diska to go home alone, she was not good to bring Diska to the house bg Syamsul because the house was quite far from the mosque.

Uci Desmi knows, Diska is currently feeling very tired because of her busy work every day in addition to today many patients who come to the clinic until she is late to go home.

“Iya, Uci. Home by yourself!” said Diska with a friendly smile.

“Ya already, uci go first yes,” said uci Desmi then she passed with a woman named Rosmah.

Diska also stepped towards the house of uci Desmi alone, while Diska was walking on the side of the road that looks very lonely.

“Aaaaaa!” pekik Diska fear.

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