There is No Need for Love

Mr. Nas Handsome is Generous

The event is over, the parents of students have also been many who come home with their respective children. This is an umpteenth time event held in the open field, it seems that residents like this kind of activity.

However, this is the first time the event of the race with the theme of the right regional culture, so far the activity is always national-themed, for this time, Pak Nas who represents the sponsoring company suggested more traditional activities.

“Pak Nas it's good yes, generous, handsome again”. Risda murmuring.

Asrul turned his head. “Aaan ?”.

Risda. “Emang just didn't hear ?”.

Asrul. “Ngak. Apaan ?”.

“Just to say, Mr. Nas is handsome. That's it”.

Asrul turned his mouth. “What's good ?”.

Risda stared fixed Asrul, there is a strange thing that according to Risda suddenly sticking out in Asrul, since yesterday, Asrul always seems to be looking for a way so that Risda is not so close to Mr. Nas, inexplicably.

“Ngapain says say Mr. Nas handsome all”.

Risda returned. “Emang yes ?”.

“Iya kan .. Yes yes .. What is it ?”.

Risda laughed gigglingly. “Emang Pak Nas handsome right ?”.

Asrul glared and shook his head. “Udah old dia”.

Risda still laughed. “But still remains, Mr. Nas is indeed handsome, also generous”.

Asrul shrug. “Like lo Ris”.

Risda laughed very satisfied to see Asrul who was upset, besides why also Asrul used jealousy compared to parents like Mr. Nas, his hair was already a lot of white, and many of them were white, after all Risda looked at him like an old man, nothing more.

“Rul .. Rule...”. Risda poked Asrul's shoulder.

Asrul. “What else ?”.

Risda laughed again. “Actually you why the hell Rul, why also masang sewot face that, wonder I”.

“Terexah”. Asrul is still a manyun.

Risda poking again. “Lu fell in love ama cave ya Rul ?”. Risda half whispered.

Asrul. “What ?. Seriously lu ?”.

Risda swans mendelik. “Aaan ?”.

“Serious, elo fall in love ama cave ?”.

“Aaan ?”.

Asrul looks sumringah.”So really, you fell in love ama cave ?”.

Risda immediately pinched Asrul's cheek with all her might. “Damn you, even reverse the fact”.

Asrul grimacedly rubbed his cheeks, profit pinched a lot, try if the nyubitnya just a little, can red blood cheeks Asrul so. But Asrul looked smiling, it seemed like his strategy was working.

Asrul just let Risda step away, Asrul laughed inwardly, Asrul knows Risda's question, but Asrul accidentally flipped it over. Asrul succeeded, if Risda like that, immediately left, it was a sign that his regret was already high level.

To be honest, almost a year of living in this remote village, Asrul found many new things in Risda, not only intelligent, smart, responsible, but Risda an independent woman, who is not only intelligent, complete package to be a wife, will very rarely be met.

But Asrul where dare to send it to Risda, can get satay in it, so Asrul prefers to hold the taste, besides Asrul still has a special relationship with Wiwik, now, although since placed in this rural area, their communication was completely cut off.

Even three times Asrul to the sub-district, Asrul only met Wiwik partners, while Wiwikik did not appear at all, Wiwik still never took the road to the sub-district even though he knew Asrul must be there.

About Mr. Nas, where Asrul may use all jealous events, Asrul understands Mr. Nas views Risda like his daughter, the same as how he treats Asrul like his son.

After all, Asrul had begun to know the position of Mr. Nas for Risda, but Asrul did not intend to try to ask him, because it was only limited to estimates, when Asrul communicated with his father during the subdistrict last week, there's info on that.

Although it is uncertain Asrul's father felt familiar with Mr. Nas, and Asrul's father admitted that if Mr. Nas had a strong relationship with Risda, the problem is that Asrul's father did not have time to tell how his relationship, the phone was cut off.

For a long time Asrul wanted to ask him, but always forgot when meeting Mr. Nas. But, this time it seems Asrul has a chance, Asrul did deliberately make Risda upset to stay away, if necessary, go home, so Asrul can get close to Mr. Nas.

“Pak Nas “.

Haris raised his head. “Eh, Asrul, sit. Which risda ?”.

Asrul sat down and shook his head. “Lack of know Mr. Nas, may have been back”.

“After ?, why not the same ?”.

Asrul just smile. “Beda Pak”.

“Different ?”.

Asrul nodded. “We live in a different village Sir. From here, the direction opposite lak”.

Then Asrul told him why he had to choose to live in the place now, not with Risda in the next village. Haris nods his head, it feels that the reason Asrul is very appropriate and accepted common sense.

“Actually I want to ask many things Mr. Nas, even if you have time”. Asrul looked doubtful.

Haris smiled knot. “All time is here. Please”.

Asrul smiled long as he did. “Thank you then Mr. Nas”.

“What Asrul wants to ask is actually”. Haris looked serious.

Asrul smiled again. “Pak Nas ever with the name Agung Putra ?”.

Haris immediately changed the way he sat and looked at the clingy Asrul. “Agung Putra Andika ?”.

Asrul to applause once. “Yes, the dia”.

Haris nods his head. “Why Great ?”.

“I his son”.

Haris until gawking, long Haris staring at Asrul lekat, like believing not to believe, Haris heard the name of the Great in this rural village. But then Haris laughed widely, moved to sit beside Asrul and hugged Asrul's shoulder while rocking Asrul's body shake.

“Rightly .. You look like your grandmother”.

“Pak Nas know ?”.

Haris shrugged, there is no doubt in that. “Yes, you do look like your grandmother”.

Asrul smiled widely and grew convinced that this was Haris who knew his father, Haris even knew that Asrul looked like his grandmother, clearly not wrong anymore, Haris who is known as Mr. Nas really knows his father, this means his father's guess is right.

“Gung your father, one campus with the Father, but we are different majors. Just because of one organization, we often meet, even we have competed as student president, the same as candidates”.

Asrul nodded his head. Everything is getting clearer, his father's allegations are not at all wrong, exactly everything, Mr. Nas's story today, the same as his father's story on the phone last week, nothing different, nothing different, now Asrul's chest is pounding, especially about Risda.

“You're the first kid Rul ?”.

Asrul nods his head. “Iya Sir, I'm the biggest child”.

“First met, actually I already feel familiar, your face is quite similar to your grandmother, you are strange also Rul, men usually look like his grandfather, but you even look like your grandmother”. Haris laughed quite wide.

Asrul also laughed. “My little time was once in thought Pak” chick.

Haris and Asrul both laughed. Haris wanted the grandmother of Asrul, his friend's mother Agung for being the treasurer of the committee at the school where he taught first, the youngest brother of the school there, even Agung was also an alumni of the Junior High School.

Asrul's grandmother who first reprimanded and said that she was the Great's mother, of course, since then Haris was closer to his grandmother Asrul, even finally Haris often visited the Great House if the holiday.

“Now your father lives where ?”.

“Persis next to granny” house.

Haris seemed to be trying to remember. “That there was a volleyball field that was ?”.

Asrul nods his head. “Iya Sir. Dad woke up home there”.

“Yang stay at home grandma ?”.

Asrul. “Granny's house has been changed to musholla”.

Haris looked surprised and seemed happy, seeing his smile growing. “Since when ?”.

“I was a kid at the time Sir. But as I recall, I had asked Uncle Dimas to work on it 40 days after grandma died, it was indeed grandmother's request before returning home”.

“Your Uncle Dimas... Dimas”. Harris thought as if. “That's number 3 huh, that scholarship in the UK is right?”.

Asrul nodded. “Iya Sir, now also still living there he”.

“Living in England she ?”.

Asrul nodded. “Uncle lecturer there. But every year come home too, Bibi Jakarta people, maybe Pak Nas knows also”.

Haris's forehead is wrinkled. “Oh yes ... who ?”.

“Doctor Selly”.

Haris nodded. “Doctor Selly who is cousin to your father right?, who works at the campus clinic”.

Asrul nods his head. “Betul Pak”.

Haris's laughter grew wider, but Haris suddenly fell silent. There was a sense of panic as well, did Asrul know about Risda?, this is a question now, but Haris seemed to hesitate to question it, there was a sense of shame as well.

But, whatever it is, Haris must make sure that Asrul does not even tell Risda, because Haris does not want Risda to know it so quickly, it must be in accordance with the expectations of many friends, he said, Risda should know when he returned to Jakarta.

“Rul, what .. your father also stories, about Risda”. Haris even spoke half a whisper, and was very hesitant.

Asrul nods his head, this makes Haris a cold sweat. Repeatedly Haris took a heavy breath, hoping not as far away as he had expected. Haris continued to stare at Asrul's sticky face, which he looked at continued to put on a wide smile.

“You ever told .. to Risda ?”.

Asrul bobbin head. “I just made sure that story today Mr. Nas, previously I also did not know, I just talked to Dad last week”.

Haris took a long breath. “Bapak still did not want to tell Risda anything, I was afraid he was shocked, he should know everything about the Father from his mother, that is, when you will return to Jakarta”.

Asrul nods his head. “Each Pak Nas”.

Haris returned with a long breath. “Asrul would like to promise to you right ?”.

Asrul again nodded his head. “Each Mr Nas, I won't say anything to Risda”.

Haris looked relieved, Asrul who became pity, especially on Risda, when his father told him last week, Asrul's head even wanted to break hearing it, he did not expect Risda to have a life story like that, he did not expect Risda to have a life story like that, all this time Asrul thought that Risda was an orphan.

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