There is No Need for Love

Starting Life in the Interior

From the crowd, two small children holding flower garlands that clearly appear to be a series of their own. Feeling understood by the wishes of the little boy, Risda immediately squatted in front of the little boy, sharing a smile once new the child draped Risda's neck flowers, and, spontaneously Risda hugged the child reply with warm and strong.

“Whose name is ?”.

“Meilani Bu”.

“What class is it now ?”.

“Class one Bu”.

Risda stroked Meilani's head slowly. “Thank you yes ..”.

“Same as Bu”.

Risda stood up again and immediately followed Asrul who greeted the many citizens who welcomed them. Residents paraded Risda and Asrul to the village hall with laughter and happy singing. This made both Risda and Asrul feel like important people from the Capital.

This greeting was indeed not worth a luxury, but their expressions and singing made the atmosphere very boisterous and joyous, an extraordinary welcome that Risda and Asrul never thought they would receive.

Time seems fast enough, when the afternoon before all have returned to their respective homes. Risda and Asrul still continue to receive the handshakes of the residents who want to go home, full of laughter and smiles that reciprocate, the new situation is quiet when Maghrib is approaching. Risda and Asrul went to the house that would become their residence.

“This is Mr. Risda's room, which is Mr. Asrul's room. Please Sir, Ms..”.

Risda and Asrul just smiled and moved towards their respective rooms. Risda was rather surprised to see the condition of her room was quite good, far from what was imagined before.

The room given to him is in no way similar to the story of his friend who said that the facilities in the area that would be occupied were far from decent.

Risda sat on a bed that used a mattress quite good. Risda's hand went to her pants pocket and took the HP that was there. This time Risda just clapped his head, no signal at all.

This is one of the correct of what was conveyed by the campus during their briefing before leaving first, while on the teaching site, communication with the family in any form will be very disturbed.

"Rul's". Sapa Risda and immediately sat beside Asrul in the backyard.

"This is actually beautiful, but this is ...".

Risda just laughed a little at the phone in Asrul's hand, it turns out they are the same, it has become a habit indeed, when he got somewhere, let alone a far away like this, it is, the first thing you usually do is contact your family.

Asrul nodded. "You too".

Risda and Asrul both laughed, but at least today's condition was fine, they lived in the village Chief's house not far away actually, only about 400 meters from the school location where they will do learning activities.

"I forgot to take a picture of Mom yesterday".

Asrul somewhat cheered, but his smile then expanded. "For what ?".

Risda shrugs. "If misses".

Asrul only shook his head, actually since leaving yesterday Asrul did have many questions about Risda who insisted on participating in this activity, but everyone knew that Risda only lived alone with her mother, who was not alone, how he chose to go so far.

While Risda was completely unaware that Asrul had been looking at her since, Risda started from finishing her luggage until she left the room still filled with regret, why not bring her mother's photo with her.

"How's it going here ?".

Asrul and Risda both smiled and similarly gave a thumbs up to the Village Chief and his wife who arrived joined them. Of course, the goal is to have a long chat about the program that will be run by Risda and Asrul.

"You are the seventh group to this subdistrict, but for this village, you are the first group".

Asrul nods his head. "So we're the first ones, sir ?".

The village chief nodded his head. "Really Nak. Never before".

Asrul and Risda now only nodded their heads to hear the story that was passed on by the Village Chief and his wife Bu Tania who was also the Headmaster where Asrul and Risda were assigned at this time.

Almost 00:00 new Risda and Asrul just broke up long story with the family of the Village Chief. The atmosphere and conversation became longer and more dictionary because of the existence of Bu Tania as the principal where Risda and Asrul would teach.

Both Risda and Asrul can only answer occasionally with Bu Tania's long story about the state of her school that is far from decent. Bu Tania's story takes Risda to the shadow of what she has seen on TV so far, the story of the struggle of teachers who devote themselves to areas that are unreachable, remote and backward.

... Connect ...