Black Room

Tea garden

Your kiss is a surprise that sparks happiness in my heart

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We arrived at the lake. Mutia elderly ran towards the dock made of boards that lead to the middle of the lake. This afternoon the twin lake is quiet visitors, there are only two lovers who sit in the resting place. A large hall with four wallless columns. The couple sat back against the lake. The elderly mutia walked across the hall. The lake guards asked for parking money of fifteen thousand. So expensive.

I caught up with mutia who was already standing in the middle of the pier. Mutia was happy to see such a beautiful panorama. The hill across the lake looks green with a wide savanna. The lake breeze blew, sending cold through my black blizer.

"I want a photo" said mutia giving her hanphonen to me.

I took pictures of it against the background of the lake and the hill several times. His long hair swayed in the wind. He was so happy to see his own photos. I also feel happy to see mutia happy.

"Do you want a photo?"

"You" my heart and get ready to pose against the lake.

I posed with a stylish baganti according to mutia's orders. I sat staring at the green hill across the lake. The beautiful panorama is created by a lake surrounded by hills. I really feel the fresh mind and the calm atmosphere of the lake.

"On the hill is the lower lake" mutia said.

I'm turning. Mutia took out a purple tuphware from inside her bag. Bakwan complete with sambal wrapped in plastic. I turned the direction of my sitting alternately in front of mutia.

"There's also a link" I said after mutia opened the tupwhare lid.

"Yes, I also made it" said Mutia. He put the taphware on the dock floor. I took one and ate it. Bakwan mutia yummy. Bakwan flavor.

I again added the baswan and wet it with sambal. Sambal made mutia is also delicious. Spicy but addictive.

"The sheep's good?" Ask mutia.

"Enak. Spicy but collectible" my Sahut added more bakwan. The cold weather made my stomach feel hungry. I've spent three bakwan. And mutia just one bakwan.

"Do you know what chili is?"

"Sambal bakwan" Sahutku porch eating bakwan.

"If the chili seller fry usually sauce is given water. I also made it from sauce. But I added five scoops of ground chilies and tomatoes. Then I boiled for about twenty seconds" said mutia half-bakwan who was still held in his hand.

"But it's good" I said back to take the bakwan.

"It's a recipe from the mother" Mutia explained.

Mutia told me about her love of cooking. Mutia was taught by her mother to cook. His mother said that the lady must be able to cook. And mutia also likes to cook. Mutia said through cooking she could feel the duty of a mother. Mutia kept telling her about her past with her mother. The thing that made me ask, when will I get to know her mother?

The wind blows strong. The calm lake gives peace. My brain feels loose. My heart feels happy. Not to forget too, we berselfie porch eating fried food. Creating memories in the form of images, so that they can be told in the future.

"You down on that hill?" Much

Mutia nodded at the foyer shoving the tools into her bag. I looked back at the hill across the lake. Mutia also noticed the hill. Mutia said the bottom lake is almost as large as the lake above.

"Why is this lake named above, while it is located below. Why isn't this the bottom lake?" I just feel weird.

"That is the uniqueness of this lake. There are many stories about this lake. This twin lake is full of mystery. I don't know that either"

Mutia told me about the twin lakes. The lake above is the headwaters of the Batanghari River that divides the island of Sumatra and empties into Malacca. While the lake below which until now has not been known exactly where the water from the lake below is flowed because there are no rivers that come down to the bottom.

Mutia kept telling me about the twin lakes she knew. In addition, the depth of this twin lake is also different. The upper lake belongs to the shallow category of only 40 meters. While the lake below has a depth of up to 800 meters. Mutia said the lake below does have a lot of mystery among the local community.

"Let's go home aro like it. All stop at the tea garden" said mutia who is still focused on seeing the digallery photos.

I just nodded. The cold forced me to shut up. Even though I was wearing a jacket, it was still cold. I would love to smoke so I can get rid of the cold. But mutia will definitely not allow me.

The rain is still pouring down, creating warmth in the story that will become a memory. Mutia told me about the difficulty of thinking about the title of her research. Mutia took pure history for her script later. Mutia said that in addition to being a history teacher, she could also be a journalist.

An hour passed, the rain finally subsided leaving a maze in the leaves. We continued our journey to the tea garden. The view of the lake had disappeared from view. Change hills and mountains that are covered by rain fog. We finally got to the tea garden after a half hour drive from the lake. I parked my motorbike near the stall on the side of the road. The cold air still lingered on my body. Making my moves and steps become lazy. Mutia I'm allowing you to cross first. I ordered two kapucinos to the old man waiting for the stall. The old man nodded and went straight to work. He wears a thick jacket and black peci.

"From the field" asked the shop owner

"From sijunjung" Sahutku.

"Ohhh. Sijunjuang" Sahut the old man with a strong poetic language "Rain was below?" Ask.

"No. You think these twins just got rain" I explained.

"It's raining" said the old man, giving my order.

"How many sir?" Much

"Eight thousand"

I paid with ten thousand. "The rest is parking sir" I replied in reverse.

"Eh free parking. Just take food or candy" he said

I nodded and took the bread. I thought he'd ask for parking money like the twins were. I followed mutia who was busy with her android in the middle of the tea garden. The tea garden is so vast that it is immeasurably vast by the eyes. Behind the stall, across the street there is also a tea garden that is so wide. I kept following mutia on the way up the tea garden. The clouds felt so parallel to where I stood. The sound of planes rang out above the clouds. The sun this afternoon shines behind the cloud.

I took a photo of mutia several times with her android. Several times I took pictures with the same background. But never satisfied his lust. Mutia still told me to take the photo despite it having been dozens of times.

"You don't like going to the tea garden" asked mutia while watching her android. Busy looking at my shots. I sit down crouching. Mutia might feel ill-fated with my uninspired moves.

"Like" I answered briefly.

"If you like why from earlier you just remain silent" said mutia protective.

"Cold tia" Sahutku.

He stood looking at me. We look at each other. He looked at me full of question marks "You continue with the photo. No need to."

Mutia kissed my lips. He poked my lips for a few seconds. My cold body was warmed by her kiss. Desire feels turbulent. Makes me close my eyes. Delights. He took off his kiss. It was the first time we kissed.

"It's still cold?" tanyakanya.

"No" I answered smiling.

He kissed me all of a sudden? The unexpected feeling erupted into a happy feeling. Mutia laughed a little at me smiling.

"I'm taking pictures for a second yeah, we just got home"

I'm nodding. Mutia left me busy taking pictures. I sat there holding the cold. Mutia's kiss was left behind as a warming power.

After a few minutes we continued our journey home. The spacious tea gardens adorn the scenery along the way. In the center of the office like diaro, poured chicken, rain back down heavily. We take shelter of the porch filling an empty stomach with a bowl of chicken noodles. After the rain has gone. We continued our journey home.