Kosan Dwellers?

KKN (Part 3)

That night we gathered at the rented house, call it "KKN Post" just yes, so it is easy to remember . We were full of teams gathered in a circle in the middle room. There was no big agenda we were talking about at the time. We only make a free tour picket schedule for local Elementary School children during the day which will start tomorrow. In the afternoon, which is after ashar we teach them to teach in mushola. We told the kids yesterday. That night, we just scheduled the lesson. In this case it is clear that it is we from the teacher who come forward.

After we finished putting together the schedule, the rest of the night we spent introducing each other, telling them this as we liked. It's really exciting. You who are or are going to college, wait for how exciting this KKN moment is. But for those who can not continue college and prefer to work, don't be sad! May you all be successful in whatever path you take. The spirit!!

"Oh yes, tomorrow morning we go for a walk! All sports" said one of us.

"Bole tuh. We'll play in the river too!" Cuddle up one of my other friends.

"Eh where is the river?"

We put each other down.

"After the rice field. There's a big river. I did a survey there yesterday. The current is pretty heavy anyway. A little more suitable for rafting," replied the steady chairman, Om Indro.

He was indeed this morning with several male members who had traveled the village even though not all of them. And that's where he found the river.

The time has shown at 11pm. The boy said goodbye to his post. And we women are getting ready for bed.

That's how it is every night. After that the boys came to the main post for dinner together, then continued by taking care of the program agenda. And if the time has shown at 11, they should return to their contract.

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"Woooy wake-up!! He said he was going to the river?" Said Tika pulling my leg. Even though we had prayed together at dawn, but after that we slept again. Not good indeed. Hehe, sorry don't copy!

Lazily, we occupants of the back room finally woke up. Some of us took a shower, while I didn't dooong, haha. By wearing trending pants and short t-shirts covered in jackets and veils, I have been steady around the village even without a shower.

We all enjoyed the morning on foot through the village. I who incidentally was a village person, immediately became like a city person while in the village of Clove. How not? It's still natural there. A kind of clove, pepper, or whatever I forgot. The point is the kitchen material that I usually get by buying in the stall, there residents get it just by picking from a tree in front of his house. Woaah, cool anyway.

We are still down the asphalt road that is not too neat and can only be passed by one car with a feeling of pleasure. On his right and left was a green paddy field stretching out. And in front there, the mountain ciremai clearly visible. Woah, I am in fact a beach boy, clearly enthusiastic to get the scenery presented by the village of Clove. I am grateful to have been placed in that village. The air is comfortable, not cold, and not hot, cool.

We have now reached the crossroads to the river. We had to go through the rice fields first to get to the river. We all stopped. Om Indro led the way, followed by one by one of us.

"I'm not coming, yeah. You guys!" Say Meli tea while stroking her stomach.

I glanced at his stomach. It does. With the condition of his stomach is already large like that, it is also impossible for him to come down to the rice field? We finally agreed.

"I went back to the post," he continued.

Finally Meli tea turned back to the post accompanied by two of us. While me and some other friends went down to the rice fields chasing other friends who were already far away.

Up in the middle of the road, the sound of water gurgling had already been heard. Comfortable in the ears. I sped my way through the rice fields, impatient to get to the river. And after the river was seen, sure enough, the river was large, the current was quite heavy, many large rocks were visible protruding from within the river.

From the surface of the rice field to the river, its position decreases. We have to be careful when we go down because the road is a bit sloping. Otherwise, we could have slipped and immediately splashed into the river.

When the sun started to heat up, we decided to go back to the post. Our bodies are half wet. There are also some of us who are still safe to dry.

Arriving at the post, we were stopped by Meli tea at the door.

"Eits, don't go in! Come in from behind, take a shower!" Tukas Meli tea loud.

All of us according. We entered through the back door. But yes, the name of the bathroom must be good, so I decided to go into the room first.

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? Take a quick shower, tea. Satan will follow you!"

I do not know whether the words Meli is true or just to scare, but it is also horrified if there is one creature waiting for the river carried to the post?

"Oh yes, then also take a shower, serem very well, by the way," I protested.

"Hahaha, yes it's fast there!" Say Meli tea while stroking her stomach and then into her room.

***

That afternoon some elementary school aged children whose house close to the post came. They are excited to learn with us, Alhamdulillah. They went in and looked at the contents of the post room.

"They're kids around here, but how come they're the first time they're in this house?" I'm ingrained.

After that, they were gathered in the front room to study together with other KKN members, it just so happened that day was not my schedule. So I can lie down in the room while playing on my phone.

The day has gone late afternoon. We were preparing to go to the mosque to teach the children to teach. There are a lot of kids coming. For that we divide it into several groups so that the teaching process is quickly completed. Groups of men and women, 4-5 people each. We still have the next agenda.

I'm facing two girls right now. One of them was teaching, while the other was sitting next to me.

"Sister, brother," he called.

"Yes?" My answer is short because my eyes focus on the child who is teaching.

"Aren't you afraid of living in that house?" The question is starting to make me suspicious. Why are the kids here asking that question again from yesterday? This is the third child to ask that question.

"No dong. There are a lot of people in there. There are other friends, too" I replied.

"Hehehe. Yes, yes, brother."

"Yes. What the hell is going on? How should you be afraid?" I started investigating.

"Hehehe," he grinned doubtfully. He whispered to me, "Say, there's a waiter inside the house."