My Match On The Place Kkn

8

This afternoon KKN village N team is free, they spend their time to walk around the village.

Along the Sudirman road there are several wagons selling snacks, Iqbal has promised Tasya to treat all his team, and today Tasya collect the promise of Iqbal.

"don't forget the promise, sir" Tasya said when they were on the bike.

"Each commander" he replied as he placed a palm on his forehead.

"Gaiss! we are treated to the same snack sir chairman" cried Tasya while looking back at three of his friends' motorcycles.

"Gassaos!" Adam replied loudest.

They stopped the bike on the side of the road then went straight to the snack seller they wanted. While Tasya is still on the motorbike, he still wants to capture the activities of his friends through the analog camera he carries. Really his friends look like elementary school children, fighting for snacks.

Suddenly Iqbal appeared in front of the camera when Tasya was shooting, automatically a full frame filled with funny Iqbal face. Tasya laughed at the result.

"Your all are" he said, Iqbal took a position beside Tasya and looked at him. He was happy to see the beautiful girl smiling widely even though he had to be a test clown Tasya.

"still handsome" Proud of himself. Tasya just stuck out her tongue scoffing.

"Tasya, don't be so excited about going out! Don't you want some snacks?" rere shouted as he stood in front of the cilok seller.

Tasya smiled then immediately approached him and left Iqbal alone there, the man stared at Tasya's departure, his heart was happy to see the hijab girl kept smiling.

After being satisfied ordering snacks and eating together on the side of the road. They plan to go to the house of the kades sir. In part thanks for helping harvest mangoes, Mr. Kades invited them to dinner together at his residence.

Before actually going to the house of the kades sir, they stopped by the roadside mosque to perform the magrib prayer and then slid into the house of the village head.

At about seven o'clock they have arrived Mr. Kades' house. Pak kades house looks taller than the surrounding buildings, in front of his house there is also a spacious yard overgrown with several flower plants and fruit trees.

Maybe for some of them the house of the kades looks ordinary, but Tasya immediately fell in love with the house. The house that looks beautiful and cool, he hopes that someday when married can have a comfortable house like the house of a pack of kades.

"Yes a KKN student?" Ask someone who suddenly appeared from behind the main door of the house sir kades.

They nodded their heads in unison.

"Please come in, you've been waiting for me inside!" He said, it seems he was one of the employees of the kades pack, they followed the man's steps.

The rest of them in the guest room of the house, looks spacious with very authentic ornaments, typical of old people's homes.

"Wait a minute, you're inside" then the guy goes inside through the closed curtain.

"Absolutely the home of this cadet pack" Ica praised. He is also as flattered as Tasya.

"Assalamualaikum" said someone from behind the curtain, out a middle-aged man of papa Tasya's age. His face was old but very peaceful.

"Walaaikum salam" they answered in unison.

Mr. Kades immediately sat in the single seat in front of them. He wore a cocoa shirt like he had come home from a mosque or musholla, not left a skullcap on his head.

Everyone smiled nodding their heads in agreement, she looked nurturing.

"Thank you for helping to advance this village. I am very happy with the existence of KKN students, so the spirit of young people in this village also increased" he said again.

"Yes sir, we also like to live here. The people are kind, friendly and help each other. Different from the city people" said Iqbal.

"Yes. My first child was also a police school in the city. He also said that in the city people are less friendly"

After talking for quite a while, came a beautiful old woman dressed in a robe. He immediately stood next to the kades sir, predictable if it was the wife of the kades sir.

"This is my wife, her name is Miss Naima"

They nodded their heads to look at Bu Naimah. The middle-aged woman also smiled, seemingly patient.

Tasya and her female friends immediately greeted the mother. When Tasya saluted, he kissed Bu Naima's hand as solemnly as his parents taught him if shaking hands with parents should be kissed instead of pinned to the forehead.

Degggm......

Naima's heart rippled, she was flattered by Tasya's shaking hands. Rarely are children today who kiss the hands of parents. He continued to observe Tasya, his heart leaning and matching him. She felt Tasya was a different girl, from the way she dressed only Tasya who wore covered clothes from head to toe, really she liked Tasya ever since.

"Let's go in, the food is ripe" said Bu Naima. Mr. Kades or whose name is Mr. Qodir immediately ended his conversation with KKN students and invited them inside for dinner.

"Sorry, the side dishes are simple, typical of villagers."

At the dining table arranged a variety of side dishes and fruit. From processed fish, chicken and all kinds of vegetables, the food looks so delicious.

"Wahhh this is very special sir" said Adam, his saliva had gathered at the tip of the tongue.

Yep! although they all come from well-to-do families but they are not arrogant children who have to eat luxury, they really appreciate the difference and also simplicity. Therefore, as long as they live in this N village they have no difficulty in adapting.

After being led to prayer by Mr. Qodir, they are welcome to take the food that has been served. They seem to enjoy the typical food of the village. Unable to be lied to, Mr. Kades was very happy with their enthusiasm, he felt appreciated.

"Sir thanks for the dinner that was served. The food was all good" Adam praised, he really looked really fond of the food.

Mr. Qodir and Ms. Naimah smiled happily.

After the banquet, they were allowed to return to the post and the house of Susi, because the clock had shown at 9. It is difficult for them to rest because tomorrow there are other activities for them to do.

"Thank you sir. We'll go home first, assalamualaikum"

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