The Love of Village Girl

Section 5

Tonight, Sinta had a hard time closing her eyes. The incident at the meeting was still clearly recorded in Sinta's mind. Subconsciously, his eyes were watching Tono. The handsome boy of his heart. I don't know, every tail of his eyes glanced at Tono, a sense of peace and serenity immediately seething in his heart. Vice versa, when Lastri was near Tono, like there was a burning sensation that burned his entire heart. Her heart wished Tono was there and for her. Just himself. Without Lastri or anything. Well, that's falling in love. A taste that is being experienced by Sinta. Feelings in the opposite sex that have never been experienced so far.

Sinta flipped through her body, but sleepiness did not come. Trying to turn off the lights. Close his eyes tightly, but Tono's shadow could not disappear from his mind.

“Aduh, why am I ?” bantin Sinta's.

Again engrossed in daydreaming, suddenly a voice sounded from outside.

"Sins. Sin. " shouted someone. Apparently Diah.

"Hm. What's up here Diah night-night. "inner Sinta.

Sinta rushed out of the house. Diah was sitting on her porch with a cheerful smile on her face.

"What's up ?" tanya Sinta was astonished. The feeling of Diah just coming home, this is back again.

"There's important news." whispered Diah slowly. Fear of her voice disturbs Sinta's grandparents.

"What news ?" ask Sinta back.

"Sit here !" said Diah while telling Sinta to sit next to her.

Because it was already night, Sinta had another idea to invite Diah into the house.

"Go inside only. To my room." take Sinta.

"Your grandmother's grandfather ?" ask Diah.

"Have slept. Let's just go inside." said Sinta explaining.

The two of them walked together towards Sinta's room. They move slowly, afraid of disturbing. Arriving at Sinta's room, then Diah told her about the meaning of the nights back to Sinta's place.

“Meeting that was a lot of protest. Undemocratic he said.” is obviously fiery Diah.

“Supporters Tono and Jaya firmly reject the election as before. They asked for re-election.” continued Diah.

“Returned ? just less work. Mbok ya already wong just a recreation committee. The important thing is that the show runs smoothly.” said Sinta.

“Not you also do not like if Dirjo who became chairman ?” search Diah.

“Iya. But time has to be repeated. Waste of time and energy only.” Sinta stressed.

“I think nothing Sin. We support that brother Tono who became chairman.” said Diah fiery.

“Kak ? Brother Tono ? Ha ha.” seloroh Sinta. Iya smiled amusedly calling Tono with brother.

“Iya dong's. Mas kak Dirjo's. No need ye.” ledek Diah while shaking her mouth.

“Sst. Don't loud. Grandpa and grandma already sleeping.” reprimand Sinta.

“Iya yes.” whispered Diah.

“Keep the election plan again when?” ask Sinta.

“You agree right?” search Diah.

“As for friends only how good.” explained Sinta.

“Keep when you want re-election ?” continued Sinta.

“Say friends tomorrow morning.” replied Diah.

“Oh, that's it. I come with it then.” Sinta stressed.

“Then we sleep now. Tomorrow we fight for brother Tono.” Goda Diah.

“Yeeeeee. Beware lo ya.” said Sinta while pinching Diah's waist.

“Ow.” strangle Diah.

“Udah, now we just sleep. Let it be fresh tomorrow.” proposed Sinta.

“Alright, I do not go home first.” said Diah.

“Ngot sleeping here Yah.” said Sinta offer.

“Ndak, sleep at home only. Wong deket's his home.” reject Diah.

He rushed home. The two still felt hope in order to meet again and get close to Tono.

Sinta turned off the bedroom lights. After Diah's arrival, Sinta's feelings became relieved. Slowly he began to fall asleep.

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The next day they left again for the village hall. The atmosphere this morning became very tense because many parties protested the results of the presidential election last night. Unlike the atmosphere last night, the atmosphere this morning was covered with grim faces. Faces of disappointment and hope.

“Good. Without further ado, we will re-election. The way is the same as last night.” said Jaya.

“Remember nobody is ignorant ! If you like someone, just say it. Don't be a coward.” said Jaya spirit.

“Yes, greet the ones who idolize Sinta. Shoot the guy. It was there.” shouted one of the participants.

Re-election is about to begin. After going through a long process, Tono was finally elected as chairman. The democratic election. The result is acceptable to all parties.

“Hore ….. ! “ thunderous applause in the room of the village hall with the election of Tono.

“Friends no one objected to the election of Tono as chairman of the committee ?” Jaya pertegas.

“No. Agreeuuuuuu.” shouted participants simultaneously. Like a choir that voices cohesiveness.

“Sin. Finally Tono who became.” said Diah.

Sinta just fell silent, then gave her thumbs up towards Diah.

“Mantap.” whispered Sinta.

“Lega ndak now ?” ask Diah whispered

Sinta just nodded meaningfully. Her face was cheerful, like a flower that had just bloomed. They both smiled happily because the mission was successful.

Amidst Tono's triumphant hubbub, suddenly someone called out to Sinta.

“Sinta.” call someone.

Sinta turned to the voice call. After knowing who was calling, his lips felt faint. It was Tono who called himself. Someone who expected his presence. But, that's exactly what makes the wrong behavior.

“Iya Ton.” answers groggy. Sinta turned towards Diah. Diah responded by blinking one of her eyeballs.

Secretly Sinta pinched Diah's waist. Diah screams stifled. Shame to scream loudly.

“Thanks for the support yes ! Don't forget to help later. Sinta as her secretary yes !” tono Pinta.

“Iya Ton.” replied Diah interrupted.

“What the hell. The one asked me.” protest Sinta.

“Iya-iya. Whore. Duh, some do not accept.” said Diah.

Tono smiled full of charisma.

“Available will help me ?” said Tono once again.

“Iya Ton. Uh, mas. Oh kang.” replied Sinta looks very groinya. Diah smiled seeing all that. He laughed a lot, but was arrested.

“Sister Tono Sin. Brother Tono.” said Diah while smiling with satisfaction.

“What the hell. “ spray Sinta while swigging.

“Iya Sin's. Just call me Brother Tono. More delicious in the ears.” proposed Tono mediate. Of course accompanied by a dazzling smile.

Sinta. My lips are cuddled, a little quivering. His cheeks began to turn red. Red blush. His head lowered harboring the rippling turmoil in his heart. Sometimes an outpouring of excitement appeared that made his face sparkle and wanted to smile. Sometimes a shame arises that makes you want to immediately run away from the place. The meeting with Tono really made Sinta's heart melt.

“Diah, can also help me right?” ask Tono to Diah.

“Siap ndan. “ replied firmly Diah. Giving respect with his hands.

“Let's Diah help me in the finance section.” continued Tono.

“Good brother Tono. Ready to do.” replied Diah with an odd.

The three laughed too. Laughter victory. Happiness laughter. Laughter hope. A speck of light began to crack between the buried despair.

“Alright Well. Sin. Since the relationship is over and the day also begins to go by day, we have to finish first. Later we set the next meeting.” said Tono.

“Ya kak.” sahut Sinta.

“Oke kak Tono.” timpal Diah too.

Tonopun shakes hands with Diah. Then shake Sinta's hand. Sinta sighed deeply as Tono's hand held tightly to her hand. A cool, peaceful feeling like flowing from Tono's hands and radiating to Sinta's body. I want it to feel like Tono's hand is sticking directly in his palm. United forever. So that peace, inner calmness and happiness are always felt and enveloped throughout his body.

The morning meeting broke up. Sinta and Diah went home. As usual, they used Diah's bike to return home. Diah pedals it slowly, while enjoying the morning atmosphere in the village of Indragiri. They talked while interspersed with happy laughter. Their jovial jokes really add to the complete happiness of two teenage girls.

“Look Well, a little tight gowes his bike ! I'm gonna help grandma. Don't melt like a conch.“ Sinta said.

Didn't take it that way, Diah was pedaling his bike tight. He was so tight he didn't realize there was a rock on the road. Immediately Diah denied the handlebar to the right. Shit, it's in the gutter.

Brug. Brakes.

“Aduh.” scream Sinta.

“Sint. What's up ?” ask a woman. Apparently grandmother.

“Lho.” Inner Sinta. Why is there suddenly a grandmother. Why are you suddenly home. Where's Diah.

“Aw. Just dream.” Inner Sinta. Sinta grimaced as she rubbed her eyes.

“Beautiful dream. Jian.” Inner Sinta.

“Already. Wash your face there. Day is about noon.” said grandma.

“Ya nek.” replied Sinta trying to stand up in pain. He jumped from the bed to the floor.