All the students and advisers followed ahamd down the square of the village office, where some of the residents were to take them in.
"Friends, the meeting at the office with the people, the village chief and Mr. Rw, will be after zuhur. You can take a break at the people's home," said ahmad. They look at each other. "Thank you, Lord ahmad" answered a student adviser named zuki. After shaking hands and making small talk, they are once again following ahmad's direction to rest at the people's home.
Along the way, frnasiska or commonly paged by cyrilka as she is busy counterbalance the pace of ahamd, trying not to get far from the young man's back.
'I didn't expect, in this remote place is prince charming,' he thought. Suddenly, siska was eager to run this kkeol-set. In fact, at first he was only halfhearted when it came to college. Arriving at citizen's home.
They become separated between men and women. Siska and her four female friends, known to live in an empty but well-kept house, while others are housed in another house.
By noon, ahmad goes back to take them to see the village chief and the rw chairman.
"Friends, as I say, let's go back to the village office," Ahmad said he could look at all the students in front of him, as well as his mentor, fresh from the day they met.
At that time, siska's eyes and friends seemed to marvel at the larger population.
"The people are excited to welcome us. So don't let them down," zuki told the students.
"Yes, Sir!" they exclaimed. While ahmad is busy making a group for them.
Her fingers seemed to writhe around writing student names in her notebook.
Siska looked at it and suddenly burst toward it. "Hey, ahmad bhai!" Ahmad gasps in surprise, then looks at the sisika with his eyes fixed.
The girl chuckled with her teean facial expression that was quite surprised. "Sorry, you scared me." Ahmad nodded slowly.
"Meet, I'm frans." "Yes, what is it, brother?" asked ahmad. "A girl like this isa frans, aman's name would be good. Even the city has its own name." Ahmad tugged while staring at the siska for a moment.
"that is why it has to be written in a book, too long ago. No, no, no. if you need to take it out, why don't you use a cell phone or a tablet?" Ahmad swallowed, he was busy digesting the girl next to him.
Is it taking it lightly, or is it really making a suggestion? "Oh, that. I don't have any gadgets," answered ahmad flatly. He moved his pen again. At that, siska immediately felt guilty. He again chose silence, listening to his tutor's direction.
Then Ahmad announced that he was going to take a walk around the village with split groups. He would accompany six students, three men and three women. Others, accompanied by other guides.
Ahmad walks ahead, walks down the trail. At first it was fine, until ahmad heard complaints from a student.
"Oh, my leg hurts." Ahamd turned immediately, to the voice that appeared to be the girl frans who had been busy advising himself with gadgets. 'it's her again,' he thought.
"Why, sis?" "How long is it going to be?" Siska asked back a grimace.
His body was bending over his knee a little. "It's not bad, it's three kilometers away," said ahamd casually. Open wide her mouth and eyes.
"Wh-what?!"
"The name also goes around, sis. It'll be far." "But we can take a taxi or a public transportation!" he breathed. We were busy squeezing his arm.
"Sorry, sis. Four-wheelers can't get in this road, barely a motor." The siska sighed heavily, choosing to squat while supporting the chin. Silence enveloped them.
Actually, ahmad took pity on the six students from the city. No doubt, unfamiliar with the narrow, winding roads. Plus, vehicles that rarely travel. "How about we catch a three-wheel motorcycle, behind which you can ride?" said Ahmad surprised.
"Don't talk nonsense, brother. Come on." One of the men spoke up.
"Yeah, no way. We're not trash, what people will say."
"Not sis. The bike, not the bin, but to carry supplies," ahmad said firmly. Reina, one of sisika's friends who had been quiet the whole time, was itching to comment.
"Even if we move things around, we still disagree. We were dressed in clean clothes, and it was impossible to ride the filthy wagon's motorbike!" Ahmad lowered himself to hear their answer.
The offer, of course, sounds ridiculous, but there is no other way. He just felt sorry for those who seemed unfamiliar with walking that far. Siska, who was suddenly in pity because ahmad became cornered in front of them, right next to the young man.
"Ahamd bhai's idea was good. I would ride the motorcycle around the village, if my feet were swollen."
Ahamad carved a thin smile, hearing frans's sentence. While her five friends seemed to stare at each other.
"Emm, ahmad bhai. Do me a favor and let them cut one off if they don't want to, let them walk a long walk!" The young man, chuckling at the sound of it.
"Okay, sis."
"Don't call, bro. I'm not your brother, just call frans, so will my friends." "Good sis, eh shithead Frans"
Ahmad made a slight hint of it when he called a beautiful girl called frans, then ahmad slightly stepped forward and waited for the trife-wheel motor to pass by.
Before long, that unique vehicle actually came along.
"How are you guys, sure you're not coming?" ask ahmad. Siska comes closer, watches each side.
"It's not bad, the bike is nice. I'm going up!" Suddenly, her five friends swooped in. "I want to! I want to!" they call out. Girl's busy decih. "Dih! You just said no."
Ahmad is trying to separate them. "Guys, this bike only fits two or three people. Who gets on first? Meanwhile, it's waiting for another bike," says ahamad. While they were busy discussing, ahmad grabbed some bills from his shirt. Siska quickly held back.
"Don't. We'll pay for it."
"You sure?" ask ahmad. The girl nodded.
Then mita and reina rose first. Soon the second bike came and went on to the third male student.
All right, stay with siska and ahmad and wait for the bike back through. That day, it was already dark in the afternoon. Third bike on the waiting list, never came. Siska was getting restless, and it was noticed by ahamad.
"Sorry, yes. I thought it was coming, but it hasn't."
"Yes yes, from silence. We'll wait and go." Not waiting for a reply from the young man, siska stepped first.
Ahmad is tailing the girl. He's too busy thinking, what if the vehicles don't come too the night can get here.
"Hey, don't you have any chatter?" she exhaled.
"Oh, emm. What is it?" Ahamad scratched his neck that didn't itch. Siska chuckled. The young man, the loquacious type. When confronted by a girl as beautiful as siska, it makes it awkward and difficult to make a sound.
"Where did you go to college?" The girl asked again, still running at ahamad pace. Ahamad was moved by his question, perhaps a sense of insecurity would arise again.
"I didn't go to college. There is no university here. To the city if the people of the village wanted to go to college, so the young people here moved to the city to take a study except for me: "light as you bow your heads. I don't think that was exactly siska.
He tried to repair it.
"That college is no guarantee of success. The important thing is, we keep trying. I admire you being young but working and not being lazy." With a cool breeze on ahamd's face, he pulled the ends of his lips.
"Thank you, miss." She has red cheeks. "Oh, don't call me miss! I'm not your master. Ahmad chuckled. It was for the first time siska saw the young man laughing, and for her was very charming. 'what magnet this man has,' he thought.