Black Room

Twin lake

The rain creates a speck that will one day become a memory for the past.

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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. A couple of lovers sat down to the lake. 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, bringing in a cold chill that made my body freeze.

"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.

"Do you want a photo?"

"You" my heart and get ready to pose.

Then we sat down on the pier. Enjoy a beautiful panorama with a lake surrounded by hills. Mutia took out a purple tuphware from inside her bag. Bakwan complete with sambal wrapped in plastic.

"There's a sambal too"

"Yes, I also made it" said Mutia. He put the taphware on the dock floor. "Still warm. Try it" Mutia continued.

I took bakwan. Bakwan mutia delicious, bakwan flavor.

"You want sauce?" Ask mutia.

I made a bakwan close to mutia. Mutia doused my bakwan with sambal. Then put the bakwan back in my mouth. Sambal makes bakwan mutia more savory. Spicy and sweet.

"The sheep's good?" Ask mutia.

"Enak. Spicy but collectible" my Sahut adds bakwan. "Love" I said bring bakwan closer. The cold air made my stomach feel hungry.

"Do you know what chili is?"

"Sambal bakwan" Sahutku serambi mengumpum bakwan.

Mutia laughing. "If the chili seller fry usually sauce is given water. Well I made also from the sauce" Mutia put the sauce on the floor "But I added five scoops of milled chilies and tomatoes. Then I boiled for about twenty seconds" he said and devoured his bakwan.

"But delicious yes" said the porch telling me my meal.

"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 kept telling her about her past with her mother.

The wind blows strong. The 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 by the future.

"It's an upper or lower lake" I asked.

"Upper lake. Lake down there" Point mutia collar of the hill.

"Through that hill?"

Mutia nodded. His eyes focused on the hill.

"Why is this lake named above, while it is located below. Why isn't this the bottom lake"

"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 closed her empty tuphware. Put it in the bag. A bottle of aqua came out of the mutia bag. He drank it before giving it to me.

Dew began to spread across the hill across the lake. The wind is getting stronger. The drizzle started to come down. We finally took shelter in a cottage. It rained down hard. The hill that was green changed into white gray.

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

"It's up to you" I said with a cold hold. 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.

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. I parked my bike near a roadside stall. The cold air still lingered on my body. Making my moves and steps become lazy.

Mutia I'll allow 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.

"From the field" asked the old man, the porch poured hot water into a plastic cup.

"From sijunjung" Sahutku.

The old man nodded. "Well, is it raining downstairs?"

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

"It's raining" The old man gave my order.

"How many sir?"

"Eight thousand"

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

"Eh parking is free" said the father "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.

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. 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. He 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 sat down holding back the cold by hugging myself.

"Like" I answered coldly.

"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?

Mutia laughed cec. "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 aro like, poured with 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.