There is No Need for Love

Creating a Big Plan

This is the fourth week, which means that three weeks have passed, almost a month has Risda lived in a village that is barely visible on this map. Risda is now rather happy even though it is also quite sad.

Glad that Asrul finally found a citizen who had the same beliefs as him in the village next door, sad because Asrul finally chose to live there which made them meet only at school.

Risda now goes and goes home to school walking alone, the night more reading and writing because there is no longer Asrul who becomes a interlocutor. But for the sake of Asrul's comfort it must be taken, while Risda already feels comfortable living in the house of Bu Tantia.

Risda immediately moved as the break sign bell rang towards a small room in the corner of the school that was used as an office space. Risda immediately sat next to Asrul who was typing on his laptop.

“Proposal 17an”.

Asrul just nodded his head and continued his work. Risda noticed and occasionally gave advice, Asrul sometimes followed Risda's advice sometimes giving arguments with his choice.

The two continue to give each other opinions, sometimes there is a small debate that ends with a small laugh and full of jokes, both of them without being very engrossed without realizing that they were being noticed by Ms. Tantia and the two local teachers who were with them.

The two's very fair attitude made Bu Tantia and the two teachers who had previously day by day increased in admiration and respect for both, because both Asrul and Risda also continued to show respect to all, as well, as the term says, if you want to be respected then the first step that needs to be done is to respect others.

“Udah ready”.

“Okey... stay print”. Asrul looked very happy.

But the two returned to look at each other because after circling the small room did not find at all an item called a printer. Asrul scratched his head because he also did not bring a printer.

“Printer... Here there is no printer, I also do not have”. Complain Asrul.

Risda also put on a lethargic face. “My printer is not brought”.

“Goddess take it?”.

Risda nodded. “We go to Dewi's place ?”.

Asrul chuckled and shook his head. “Ente think Goddess location near ?”.

Risda bobbing head. “In away ?”.

Asrul grunting. “The distance is one subdistrict from here”.

“Away indeed ?”.

Asrul looked annoyed. “It was like a trip Jakarta Yogya nona, half java”.

Risda only glared in surprise and shook her head. Asrul also knew that Risda also did not bring the same printer, as Asrul recalled from their group of 20 people, only Dewi who brought the printer, others not at all.

So the question now is, where to find a printer in this village ?. feel understood by what controls the minds of Asrul and Risda, Bu Tantia approached the two.

“Know Mom, Printer is only in the Capital District. I've heard friends if you want to print there, if here there is no”. Miss Tantia explained.

“So ?”. Asrul looked surprised.

“Yes, Mr. Master must go to the district of Pak, which is there”.

Asrul and Risda looked at each other and glared, Asrul patted his head and shook his head while smiling his own smile. Asrul was a bit dizzy to hear it, the time for the print only had to travel that far.

“Udah. write aja Rul” handwriting.

Asrul. “What ?”.

“Write hand”. Risda talked while demonstrating.

Asrul bobbin head. “Manual from mah”.

Not only Risda, Bu Tantia and the others in the room were similarly laughing. Amused to see the style of Asrul that looks still confused and less confident with the situation at hand.

“Serious like this ?”. Asrul is still unsure.

Risda laughed again. “How else, or I wrote ?”.

Asrul bobbin head. “It's been, let me just”.

“Serious ?”. Risda asked like a tease.

Asrul could only smile wryly. “Fate .. Fate”.

No more sounds were heard until Ms. Tantia rang the bell to mark the break was over. Actually it is also not right also called a bell, more appropriate if it is called a bell even though the bell is also not so model, only pieces of iron that are round plus a small hammer, hit.

But students have understood the sign, just twice hit all students have immediately rushed into class. This is what makes Risda and Asrul have an additional impression.

Actually children here are very orderly when compared with more urban areas, a fairly high level of compliance makes them easy to be given understanding.

Asrul along with Risda and Bu Tantia stepped out of the office to their respective classrooms. This time Asrul taught in two classes at once, a class that was only separated by a plywood with a small wooden pair, so that when Asrul sat in the teacher seat available, both classes could see it well.

The class mode made like this is not because the classroom is not there, in fact there are two empty rooms available, the problem is that the teacher is not available, it will be quite difficult if the classes are made separate, in fact, there are two empty rooms available, how could his teacher go back and forth out of the room, in this way everything became easier.

Before returning home Asrul met his class Risda who was still busy watching the children who cleaned the class. Risda did give that rule, all children must take part in cleaning the class and it was done after the lesson ended.

“Tomorrow where Ris ?”.

“Gerej”.

Asrul nods his head. “What time is it out ?”.

“Around 12 lah” hours.

Asrul nodded his head again. “Okeylah..I came at 1 aj”.

Risda nodded her head along with Asrul's steps which turned around and passed away. Now there is no chance to go home the same because the road they took to go home has been separated since from the school yard.

Risda still continues to look at Asrul until lost in the corner, only he returned to give orders to his children, as soon as Risda was concerned also see Asrul who now had to travel further distances. With his current residence, to reach the Asrul school had to walk almost 1 kilometer away.

 …. Connect ….