Love The Village Youth 2

Love The Village Youth 2
Chapter 28


The next day, both Diska's parents took Diska and Rama to see the house to be shown by Pak Bayu.


They set off 1 car, Rama who drove his car, while Diska and Farel sat beside Rama.


Mr. Bayu and Ms. Naina on the back bench.


This time Maak Yuyun was not taken because Diska felt she could take care of Farel alternately with Rama.


No one spoke during the journey except Farel, who occasionally spoke with Rama.


Both Diska's parents looked at the intimacy of the two men of different ages.


They were impressed to see the way Rama interacted with his son, the way Rama spoke to Farel like someone educated and knowledgeable.


Before long they arrived at an elite area, there were several magnificent houses lined up neatly.


Mata Diska looked at the houses that were there.



Diska is not sure, Rama will be able to buy a house in the area.


"Ma, Pa, aren't we in the complex wrong?" ask Diska.


Diska's mind floated worrying about the man she loved so much, according to Diska there was no way Rama would be able to afford such a big house.


"No, really. That's papa's friend's house" replied Mr. Bayu.


"Stop here, Rama," ordered Pak Bayu.


Rama also stopped his car right in front of a magnificent house with a minimalist design.


"This is papa's friend's house, let's go in," asked Mr. Bayu.


Mr. Bayu and Ms. Naina first, Rama and Diska walk behind them with Farel always in his father's arms.


"Assalamu'alaikum" said Mr. Bayu when they were right at the door.


"Wa'alaikummussalam," replied someone from inside the house.


Before long the door of the house opened, there was a man who was almost the same age as Mr. Bayu.


"Oh, Mr. Bayu. Go ahead, come in" said the middle-aged man.


"Yes, Lukman sir. Let's go in." Mr. Bayu invites all his family to enter the house.


"Please sit down" said Mr. Lukman invited his guests to sit on the sofa in the living room.


They sat on the sofa in the room, as did Mr. Lukman.


Before long, a middle-aged woman who was about the same age as Ms. Naina came to them with drinks and snacks.


"Mom Zoya, take care of everything," said Ms. Naina just a small talk.


"Not bother, really." Zoya sat down next to her husband.


"So this is Pak Bayu's daughter who is looking for a house?" ask Mr. Lukman to Papa Diska.


"Yes, Sir. This is Diska," said Mr. Bayu.


"Mhm, if Diska is serious we can see now," said Mr. Lukman.


"Where's the house, Om?" tanya Diska curious.


"In this area too, you can walk, really. Yuk, let's see" asked Mr. Lukman.


"Mhm, so. If so, come on!" Mr. Bayu also can't wait to see the house offered by his old friend yesterday.


They also stepped out of Mr. Lukman's house.


Not far from the house, Mr. Lukman looks some simple houses that seem luxurious.



The middle-aged man showed a simple house with a minimalist design.


"This house has 3 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. Outside the room there are 2 and one bathroom in the main room," explained Mr. Lukman when they had entered the yard of the house.


"Come, in! Let's take a look first, how do you know it fits," said Ms. Zoya.


They also entered the house, from the appearance of the house and the design of the house, Diska was very interested in the house.


"How much is this, sir?" ask Diska to Mr. Lukman.


Diska hopes the price of the house is enough with the money that Rama entrusted to her and Diska's savings during the work of several years.


Mr. Lukman smiled at Diska who immediately asked the price of the house.


"Do you like this house?" ask Mr. Bayu on Diska.


"Mhm, for me this house is more than enough for us, Pa," replied Diska.


For Diska the house is big enough for her and her little family later.


"How do you think, Rama?" ask Mr. Bayu to the prospective son-in-law.


"Make me, depends on Diska. If Diska feels like a good fit, I'll just come along, Om" Rama replied.


"Mhm, well then," said Mr. Bayu.


"Yes, then we continue to talk at home" said Mr. Lukman.


After looking through the house and its contents, they came out of the house and returned to Mr. Lukman's house.


"This house is only one month they left because my sister moved to Yogyakarta," said Pak Bayu began the conversation.


"Yes, Sir. The house is new" added Zoya.


"Mhm, if we are up to them, sir," said Mr. Bayu when Mr. Lukman's eyes were on him.


"How much is it, sir?" ask Diska again.


Diska is currently still anxious, afraid that the money he has and the additional money Rama is not enough to pay the price of the house.


"The price of the house along with the furniture in the house was sold by my sister for 450 million" said Mr. Lukman frankly.


For today the price given by Mr. Lukman has included the standard price is even cheap because it is coupled with the furniture in it.


"What is 450 million, my savings and money that Rama is not enough, still less than 100 million more, where will I find that much money?" muttering Diska in the heart.


Diska began to think to find the right loan money, he did not want Rama difficult to find money for the payment of the house.


"alright, Sir. I will transfer the DP money of the house today a sign that we bought the house, the rest of the payment will be given after the letters of the house are completed," Rama said without hesitation.


Pak Bayu was shocked to hear Rama's confident speech.


"Dis, transfer the money in your hands 50 million to Mr. Lukman, later I will transfer the rest to your account" Rama told Diska.


Rama's money is still stored in his savings book, he who does not have an android phone intentionally send 100 million to Diska before they leave so that when needed Diska can directly use the money through his android phone.


Diska was silent about what was said by Rama, but not long after that he transferred the money to the account of Mr. Lukman after they wrote some letters of agreement.


They went home after finishing business with Mr. Lukman.


The middle-aged man will complete the home correspondence in the next week.


Along the way, Diska was silent. He kept thinking about where Rama would get the money from.


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