There is No Need for Love

The Asrul's Fret

For the umpteenth time Risda discovered Asrul's uneasiness while eating together, after thinking for a moment Risda nodded her own head and realized what Asrul felt, even though it was too personal but indeed quite disturbing, it was very disturbing even for Asrul.

The meal was quite short, felt the need to discuss it, Risda pulled the hand of Asrul finished eating, Asrul though to be surprised to follow the steps of Risda who moved away from the house where they lived to the side of the village hall, there was a long, shady bench due to the shade of a large tree growing nearby.

Risda and Asrul sat there facing a fairly wide community plantation stretching to the edge of the river which was quite wide as well.

“I saw your unrest Rul”.

Asrul stared for a moment. “Resah how ?”.

Risda smiled faintly. “Every meal you always fret”.

Asrul first returned Risda's thin smile before turning his eyes again to the river's thinness. Asrul did not expect Risda to catch his anxiety, Asrul also did not expect Risda to pay attention to get there, but for Asrul it was very good, as a friend of Risda to pay attention to his friend is a bad thing too.

“What is the solution ?”.

Asrul turned his head back, shaking his head. “No idea Ris”.

“So how, let's just keep going like this ?”.

Asrul breathes heavily. “No dong Ris, I ..”.

Asrul did not continue to say, Asrul did not know what to say, Asrul also did not or have not found a way out as he faced, as he faced, the situation that had been bothering him since he first set foot in this village.

Asrul until now has no alternative that can be chosen, because this situation was never imagined at all before Asrul.

“How about we cook ourselves ?”.

Risda's forehead was slightly wrinkled. “Kita ? I also can ..”. Risda's forehead furrowed looking at Asrul.

Lama Asrul and Risda look at each other, throw a smile at each other and similarly also take a look. Asrul pat jidat also finally, Asrul only realized that the problem was only him, who had a dilemma in this case it was just him, not for Risda.

Risda has no dilemma with that, Risda does not need to feel concerned with this situation all because Risda believes the same as who has a house.

“Sorry.. I forgot, I forgot Ris”.

Risda just smiled. Risda was also unsure of the possibilities Asrul offered, the most difficult thing was how to start. Risda wasn't sure she could give Ms Tania enough reason for what Asrul had to offer.

Although Risda believes Asrul will be more comfortable so, even now, up to this size, Risda has never consumed food or animals that are not allowed in the belief of Asrul, Risda, because Risda's family did the same thing, Mama and Grandma.

Or Asrul might also know that his Grandfather, his Uncle and many other Risda families share the same beliefs as Asrul. But Risda can only shake his own head and there is no desire at all to tell Asrul about his Grandfather Almarhun who used to live in Bengkulu and his Uncle who until now lives in the city of Sibolga Sumatra North.

“So how is Rul ?”.

Asrul returned just a head gnaw. “No idea Ris, bewildered”.

Risda also became confused, Risda was a bit dead-end as well with what Asrul faced. But Risda feels confident that Asrul must be able to get out well in the near future, especially now they are only two days here, certainly not much is known.

Risda also has a desire that Asrul can find a solution while eliminating the anxiety that continues to squeeze his heart every meal.

Asrul also does not have the right theory for it, the problem of the possibility of adding the cost of living for a calm for Asrul is not a problem to consider.

The problem is not that simple, not just Asrul who has no cooking experience, but more than that. All forms of cooking equipment also do not have, want to buy is also not an easy matter, the distance to the capital of the district is very far, there is also not necessarily there, there is also not necessarily, going to the district capital will be blocked by distance and much heavier terrain, dizziness.

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