There is No Need for Love

17s and the Beginning of the Meeting

Buang continued to tell about the two young teachers from Jakarta, both of them are equally great and give meaning to the village where Buang lives. The passion for learning children in the village where Buang lives is now very high, the two young teachers managed to create many new things that are very encouraging.

One important thing said Baung, the two young people did not have the slightest feeling of vacillating, very friendly and the way of speaking was very pleasant.

Haris just nodded his head. At least the story of the Exhaust must be admitted a lot of truth, this 17th event of the year is another than usual to provide irrefutable physical evidence that the two young teachers were indeed brilliant.

Haris from earlier was really happy because he saw the enthusiasm of a very great citizen. There is a very good passion to keep developing. Haris and Buang continuously returned the smiles of residents who passed by them until they entered the village office yard which was used as a ceremonial field.

“That young teacher I told to Bapak”.

“Which one ?”.

“The light blue shirt with the one wearing Kalimantan batik is Pak”.

Haris smiled and patted his angling friend's shoulder softly following this year's seventeen August flag ceremony. Actually Haris did not need to ask so detailed.

From the naked eye he could also tell that the Young Master in question was the two people who turned their backs to them, because the appearance of the two was much different from most people who packed the ceremonial field.

While following the ceremony Buang did not seem to run out of dictionaries, he still continued to tell at length, everything was still about how great and good the two young teachers from Jakarta were.

Haris again just nods his head while continuing to pay attention to the young teacher who was told by Buang, but because his position was backward, Haris was not so able to give an image, now even a curiosity, now even a curiosity, moreover, said the woman was batak and very beautiful.

Dada Haris suddenly rippled with a strong chest gulp when he managed to see clearly the face of the young teacher who was the woman, the line of the young teacher's face in light blue clothes instantly shocked Haris' chest, a moment later made Haris' chest suddenly revolted unsettled.

There is a shadow that makes Haris seem to find something, making him return to the shadow 22 years ago. The glance was able to give a shock that greatly disrupted his heart movement.

Now Haris even became curious and had a lot of questions that turned to control his head, even Haris was no longer so heard what Buang was saying that he had not stopped offering praise to the two young teachers from the capital.

Haris was also no longer so enthusiastic following the ceremony, the face was really slapping his memory, Haris was restless uncertain, feeling very anxious even though he himself did not understand what he was worrying about.

As soon as the ceremony was over, Throw the boat driver immediately pulled Haris' hand closer towards Risda and Asrul. Risda and Asrul greeted them with smiles and instantly became acquainted.

“This friend fishing Mr who you say Batak it”.

Risda and Asrul spread a friendly smile. Haris certainly did the same thing, so close as this made Haris increasingly feel that there was something he needed to know from this young teacher, especially the female one, there was a very strong attraction binding Haris to keep looking at him, that face really dismantled his heart.

Haris' eyes do not want to be separated with Risda's face. Haris' chest was also really unable to calm down, continuing to pound stronger.

Tired of standing, the four of them chose to sit down, but it was not long. Asrul and Buang stood up and stepped towards the Village Chief, leaving Haris and Risda alone.

“Kata Pak Dispose you Batak yes.”. Haris tried to get started.

Risda looked over and smiled. “Betul Pak”.

“Mama's word, Risda's surname Nasution”.

Haris's heart grew uncontrollable, his gurgling grew stronger, but Haris then felt a little strange with that answer, like a less than optimal answer.

“Kok Says Mama ?. indeed .. father ..”.

Risda breathed a bit heavily, but still kept a smile towards Mr. Nas. “Because I only have Mama Pak”.

“O. sorry then. Since when ?”.

“Since birth Pak”.

This time Haris's forehead really wrinkled. His chest that was not good was getting worse, not because of Risda's story, but something seemed to force his chest to shake without him knowing what made him so.

“From Medan ?”.

Risda bobbing head. “Ngak Sir. I've never been to the field in my entire life. From birth to now in Jakarta”.

Haris nodded his head. “Jakarta where ?. Mr. also long in Jakarta, Mr. used to study there”.

“Jakarta West Pak, in Daan Mogot”.

This time Haris' head came along like a bump. It was a place very close to his life. Haris regained Risda's thin smile, this time Haris really jerked, that smile.. Haris remembers it now, it belonged to the beautiful woman he once loved so much, Natalia.

Haris's chest thump became louder and louder, kicking his drum until it reached his heart. Is this true?, is this young teacher Natalia's daughter, is it?, is it ?.

Thousands of questions that are now the ruler of Haris' head, the more he looked at Risda's face, the more he got the belief that what was the contents of his head had real possibilities.

Looking at Risda as if looking at Natalia, although there are several different but in general very very much the same, Haris felt as if he was staring at Natalia.

“Then you can know..”. Haris seemed doubtful.

“What's up Sir ?”. Risda turned back and again threw a smile that made Haris more and more unable to control his chest.

Haris tried to calm down with a nod of his head. “Father was also in Daan Magot, but not until two months”.

Risda looked sparkling. “Masa Pak ?”.

Haris nodded his head again. “Iya, I've been there”.

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