There is No Need for Love

The Struggle Begins

Risda smiled faintly at Asrul, Risda did not expect Asrul at all who he knew people who like nosy, sometimes talking also asalan and sometimes ignorant can dissolve and cry.

Honestly, Risda was also filled with the conditions now faced, the classroom was only three, the ground floor, the roof was not perfect with a lot of walls.

Contrary to the spirit of children who become students, the spirit shown is extraordinary even with the conditions as it is, only a few students who wear footwear, even then it is generally shabby.

The rest have absolutely no, the written book is also not worthy of its shape, the textbook almost does not have and so forth.

Risda was a bit bothered to accept the invasion of the students who scrambled to regret it, Asrul also experienced the same thing. After being introduced by the Headmaster and acquainted with two teachers who had already started learning, Asrul was part of class IV while Risda was part of classroom VI.

Seeing the condition of his students Risda tried to reflect even without glass, there are many things that make Risda feel clumsy and finally uncomfortable alone, he said, Risda felt that her appearance in neat clothes was too contrasted with the condition of the school and all its residents, not just students, including existing teachers.

Risda on his own mouth became bitter, Risda finally realized now, maybe this is what made Asrul hit and fell with tears. This condition is unexpected, very unexpected, Risda never imagined the condition to be this severe.

The first day that feels quite a lot to be laid out, especially Asrul and Risda throughout the day teaching with many companions, the majority of parents turned out to survive at school to see the new teacher, they lined up outside the room and stared inside, from the first hour even to the hour of returning home.

Risda did not care that much indeed, he continued to carry out his activities as he knew. At least Risda was happy and felt what he was doing was good, because almost all students including the parents who were watching seemed enthusiastic and dissolved with a smile spread indicating happiness.

Going home from school is the same as coming in this morning, on foot. If this morning Risda felt ordinary because the atmosphere was still cool not the same as the situation of returning home with a good roasting sun. Earlier this morning Risda was also quite disturbed by his shoes that were quite high, this afternoon worse, not half the journey of Risda's legs was painful.

“Capek Ris ?”. Asrul seemed to know what Risda was feeling.

Risda pouted. “Pake more”.

Asrul chuckled. “Kalo so rest first”.

Risda did not answer again, he immediately sat next to Asrul wrapped in bamboo in front of the residents' house. Once seated Risda immediately opened his two shoes and stroked elus on the soles of his feet, while Asrul was busy nodding his head and returning the smiles of many residents who reprimanded while passing in front of them.

“Higher disposable Tops Ris, let ..”.

Asrul did not continue his words because he had to avoid the pinch of Risda who almost landed on his stomach. Asrul had to stand up, but soon sat down again after seeing Risda no longer issued a threat of pinching.

“Never gone this far Ris ?”.

Risda bobbing head. “Even anyway. Further also ever”.

Asrul nods his head. “But the setup is different”.

“Udah. let's continue”.

Risda stood up and stepped up again. Only a hundred feet away was Risda felt again, his steps stopped, Asrul also stopped. Risda opened her shoes again and stepped back, but this time it was shorter, not until the five steps Risda stopped again, while manyun complained of the heat back put the shoes on and stepped slowly again.

Asrul only smiled, but Asrul also did not have enough comments. What Risda experienced felt quite ordinary, the city girl who arrived to live in the deep, how not too late.

Precisely Asrul had a little impression of Risda who he thought was quite classy, meaning Risda did many things that he was not used to doing patiently enough and did not show many complaints, even if there were complaints, even if there were complaints, no exaggerated effect.

In the end Asrul could only smile with a smile seeing Risda who stepped up looking very hearted, looking quite funny to Asrul.

“Why smile smile ?”.

Asrul giggled as well finally. “Funish”.

“What's funny”.

Asrul bobbin head. “Neither”.

Risda looked sullen, his face that looked flushed in the sun with sweat that began to wet his face made Asrul amused himself, already four years more friends with Risda, who had been, Asrul just this time saw such a serious frown with a reddened face.

But Asrul actually likes to look at it, it turns out Risda shows a level of beauty that is much higher with this situation than Risda who he knows so far. Risda's flushed white skin made her look even more beautiful.

Risda chose to try and just step on beside Asrul who was still smiling nonstop, although there was a sense of annoyance that appeared Risda did not try to express it until he got home and entered the room. Risda immediately collapsed in bed trying to reduce the feeling of heat and fatigue.

Walking distance that reaches 400 meters is actually not a long enough trip, but with shoes high enough to make it look different, feet feel sore because coupled with the scorching sun is very hot.

Risda was somewhat stunned because he did not have many other shoes to avoid this situation, there were indeed three shoes that he carried, two of the same type, one sports shoes.

It is also impossible if you wear a regular teaching shirt with sports shoes, strange that so, if Risda so surely Asrul will break his laugh, it must be broken he later.

This makes Risda a bit confused too, want to buy shoes where here, it means Risda will experience the same thing tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, again until the time that does not know when it ends, this may be long because the opportunity to have shoes is still not clear shape.

Risda stood up and exited the room following the call of the daughter of the owner of the house where they lived, Risda stepped towards the living room, the family dining room. There are everything, including Asrul.

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