Black Room

Country above the clouds

This country is rich in beautiful natural charm. It's just that the lack of investors and management makes the beauty less visited

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December has reached the end of the year. All schools have entered semester breaks simultaneously. I received a report card with an incredible increase in this semester. I got a rank eight. Significant improvement to face the last semester before graduation.

I was very proud of my mother when I received the report. Mother even asked me what my wish would be fulfilled as a reward for improving my grades at school. But I didn't ask Mom anything. I don't want to bother him with a gift. For me his patience with all my disappointing mischief is the most special gift for me.

Eight o'clock in the morning. Dark clouds still decorate the sky after a night of rain. Today I will walk with mutia. We have arranged the schedule from far away. I put on my shoes after mutia told me that in the nagari where she lived there was no rain. Then lock the house and go to meet mutia.

Deviated by muaro kalaban, I sat on the sidewalk waiting for mutia. As usual when I meet. Mutia had to be picked up by Diana's buk in order to be allowed to leave the house. Buk Diana passed by on her motorcycle and told me to wait. I nodded from the vibrancy.

Roads are diverted muaro kalaban crowded bypassed vehicles. Queues appear to accumulate in the red light. Vehicles that will deviate to the city of pawahlunto must be patient waiting for the green light to turn on. I decided to burn my kretek cigarette before mutia came. My eyes were wild to the right to warn mutia not to see me smoking. He would be angry if he saw me smoking.

"People who smoke are people who do not think about their health in old age. I don't want to be repotted you in old age because you don't obey me now"

That is why I made a show by promising not to smoke to mutia anymore. But that was only in front of mutia. Behind mutia I'm still a man who can't breathe without a cigarette. Just imagine, smoking alone already made mutia angry. Moreover, he knew about the dark side I was hiding.

Buk Diana was seen hinting mutia from a distance. I immediately threw away my cigarette. I eat sweets so that my breath does not smell of cigarettes. I was amazed to see mutia get off the bike. Black pants and batik patterned green shirt. He carried a bag of grey salempang across his shoulder. Mutia is so beautiful today. Her hair was long straight up to her shoulders. His bangs were allowed to unravel splitting the middle of his hair. Showing some of his broad forehead.

"Yahhhh. The clothes are both green. You promised me" said buk diana.

I smile. My camera is also green with a white star motif.

"Destiny" I said smilingly.

"Yayaya is up to the hand" Sahut buk diana "BTW congratulations on the ranking of the dept. Try to increase steadily yes" said buk diana

"Sipph. Thanks buk" I replied.

"Eh don't call my mother again. Sis diana is not your teacher anymore" said mutia "Call brother only"

"Sir diana" I said smiling.

I'm nodding. "Wait to pick her up, sister?" Shouted mutia.

"Yes, call me later" replied buk diana and passed.

"Why are you still smiling" mutia said.

"You are beautiful today" I replied.

"Oh so yesterday I'm not that pretty" Mutia cynical.

"No. But today is more beautiful"

"Gombal" Mutia blushed "Yok the road" he asked to take a helmet on my motorcycle.

My motorbike drove on the cross-sumatra road to solok. Mutia invites me to the twin lakes that have long kabuhpaten holok nagari. I've never been there. Mutia is not yet. But mutia uses her android sophistication as a guide. Google map tells that the twin lakes are still 137 KM away.

Sumatran traffic is good. The hills and rice fields become a beautiful sight on the way before the city solok. Mutia told me that she brought the bakwan she had made after the dawn prayer. I just found out that mutia likes to cook.

After more hours of travel, we entered the uphill road that is bounded by hills and steep ravines on the side of the road. The wide openness and the houses are seen so clearly from a height. The panorama provides coolness to the eyes

The higher the incline the cooler the air. The wet, winding road made me a little cautious. Pine trees that line the side of the cliff spoil the eyes. The dew feels close blocking visibility. We kept driving against the air getting higher and colder.

Large fields are visible along the road. The land that is cultivated becomes agricultural land. Left and right of the road, decorated by a garden planted with vegetables. What a beautiful sight.

My bike kept going on the road that started to decline. I was amazed by the view of the houses in the village. Sabana on the hill also adds to the beauty of this nagari. The village looks very large from a distance. Where there are two hills that border the south and north sides of this village. Mutia said this village was named Nanam River. Where nagari's friends live.

My motorbike continues to drive in densely populated villages. Houses lined up tightly. Some homes juggle a patch of yard by planting onions or tomatoes. The cold air felt insignificant with a scene that quenched thirst. We deviated from the right by four. A welcome note on the teratak jao was written after the intersection.

A large lake was seen after we passed through the village of Taratak jao. My motorbike began to drive on the cross road that connects south solok with the city of padang. I drove my bike at a moderate speed. Enjoying the beauty of the lake and the hills beyond it are so beautiful.

In the end, the province of west Sumatra has beautiful nature to be a tourist destination. There is a lot of natural wealth scattered in every area. Almost all of these scattered areas have tourist attractions that can be used as regional income. Suppose the village of the river nanam was flanked by two hills. If the government makes hanging kareta by utilizing both hills will definitely be a fun tour with views of the country above the clouds and beautiful twin lakes. It's just that, the lack of investors and management makes the tourist spot unknown to many people. Until visitors are only people from the province of sumbar only.