My Match On The Place Kkn

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The flash back

The welcome of N villagers was very lively, KKN students were invited to the village office to meet their leader, Pak Kades.

There already stood the ranks of village officials, mr. kades and other officials.

He explained the ins and outs of N village and the problems that occurred in N village so that KKN students could help solve it.

Iqbal as the team leader felt that he had a great mandate to realize the wishes of Pak kades and also the villagers so that the village of N could be better.

After the introduction event, they were invited to enjoy some snacks made by the villagers of N. The villagers welcomed them warmly.

Mr. Kades who was sitting with KKN students continued to look at the hijab girl, her face was very shady and soothing. Starting from his smile to speech said Tasya he observed.

"tasya's broom" call mr. kades. Tasya turned his head and smiled as a form of answer.

" What real house?" I don't know why Mr. Qodir felt familiar with Tasya's face, but he was also captivated by her.

"I'm a native of the city S sir" he replied courteously. Mr. Qodir just nodded his head. Mr. Qodir felt the plan he had to work on.

This girl is really suitable for my son, inner sir kades.

Flash back off

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Iqbal POV

Hmmm.....

Tasya again Tasya again

He could have messed up my mind. Like this afternoon, let's say I'm the little chief. But indeed I used my position to lure the hijab girl.

He was quiet and not as much of a protest as Rere. His manner of conduct was so pleasant that I felt at home staring at him.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh....

"Crazy Lo?" Hardik.

Kann... Again I was caught red-handed daydreaming about the girl. Every behavior can't escape my sight. Though we all day doing activities together but when Tasya returned to the house of Susi ma'am it feels like my hands are eager to ask her news. What is he doing now or has he eaten?

Really am! I'm Iqbal the guy who likes to tease women now is like being bewitched by the girl's hijab charm.

"What the hell bothers me" I murmured.

The son laughed, he was the first person who knew the most about my feelings for Tasya. He was also the first to support her, although all of my friends also supported my relationship with Tasya. But the most understanding son.

Like this morning, when Tasya wanted to buy cooking necessities. The girl was ready to pull out the motorbike at the post, The son who saw it immediately woke me up who was sleeping soundly. Although my heart is a little bit covetous because she interrupts my sleep but I am also grateful. Because of him I can go alone with Tasya.

I immediately went to Tasya in front of the post house and offered him to deliver to where he was shopping. Tasya who initially refused, maybe he pity me who woke up. But I want to deliver it, want to be alone with him even if only going to the vegetable seller. Tasya seemed to think, then with a little coercion Tasya wanted me to transfer shopping.

Ahhhh gilakk...

It's like a husband driving his wife. Tasya who still wears a house shirt and I who only wear training pants and t-shirts look harmonious like a young couple.

The upsss!!! Inget bal, the age is still this already thinking of marriage.

Along the way I greeted people passing by. A lot of people we already knew, so when they passed by they greeted back. It is beautiful the life of the village people, mutual respect.

After covering a distance of about 200 meters, we get to the vegetable seller. Tasya got down and went to the stall selling various ingredients for cooking, while I stayed on the bike waiting for him.

Ehhh.... But Tasya? From the beginning I knew him Tasya looked ordinary. I never got more attention than him. Maybe Tasya doesn't like me. But he's nice to me, he also wants me to shake each time I go out. Or does he actually like me but is embarrassed to admit it?

Ahhhh this girl is making me dizzy. I don't know if he really has no feelings for me.

Busy with my thoughts, it turned out that Tasya was already standing in front of me. He was carrying a plastic bag full of raw materials. There were some vegetable bindings and it seems that he also bought tofu tempeh.

"Udah?" I just don't want anything less. Tasya nodded his head.

Then he got on the bike. I asked for the groceries and I put them in front of the bike because we use a motor matic.

Before actually returning to the post, I invited Tasya to stop by the chicken porridge on the side of the road. At first he refused to fear the children waiting for cooking ingredients from him. But it's not Iqbal if there's not a bit of coercion. The girl thought for a moment like an objection to my invitation.

"I'll chat in the group if we're late"

Tasya opened her eyes, funny. He wanted to protest with my actions, he said I was undisciplined. But I don't care if I can stay with him longer. Inevitably Tasya agreed to it because I had already sent a message to the group.

"This once is yes. Don't repeat Iqbal!" the message. I nodded my head approvingly like the child was being scolded by his mother.

Finally we went to the chicken porridge seller who was on the side of the road. I ordered two servings of chicken porridge and two glasses of warm tea.

Tasya waited on one of the benches provided. After ordering it, I approached her and sat down in front of the girl.

"You don't feel like there's anything different about me, Tasy ?" I really want to know how he responds when he sees me often looking for his attention. The time he didn't understand all my treatment of him was different from the others.

Tasya mendelik, either he did not understand or pretended not to understand. I just kept waiting for his response.

He looked silent for a moment and finally took a slow breath.

"I feel like you're all the same. You and the others don't make any difference bal"

Tasya bowed his head twirling on the table like making an abstract shape. The girl no longer looked at me while I was facing her.

"same? meaning?" I still don't understand the meaning of his words. This girl really made my head want to break.

"Ball bal. You're both my friends who I can't tell you apart"

Uhhh......

"Monggo mas mbak"

Our conversation was cut off, the chicken porridge seller came with a tray containing two bowls of chicken porridge still steaming. Not long after that came two large glasses of warm tea.

My saliva is at the end, it feels like I want to immediately enjoy and forget for a moment our discussion earlier.

"I forgot that Tasy. Don't think too deeply I'm just joking" I said with a smile.

Looks like I should have more patience approaching her, she is not the approachable type of girl. I can't make him feel uncomfortable when he's near me.

You enjoyed that bowl of chicken porridge. It feels good, let alone eat with people I like.

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