Black Room

Prepare to beat the distance

Distance is not a big obstacle if two hearts are bound to trust each other. And the most complicated thing in a long-distance relationship is the collapse of trust

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I came out of the room with a relieved head. Even though I didn't memorize last night for the PKN exam. I can answer exam questions easily. The matter of repeated remediation pkn still left in my head makes me believe that the answer in the exam earlier will be correct.

I stopped at the door of the office looking around. In the office I did not find the mutia I promised. After the break when my best friend and I were about to return to the exam room. I met with mutia who was walking in the company of the diana buk. Mutia whispered that this afternoon I was asked to take her home. I nodded with a flowery heart. But where mutia is waiting for me.

I decided to stop being bagged. There's only tek rida in the canteen this afternoon. Tek Rida said that I was always the first to come out of the exam room. I laughed and ordered a cigarette. I do not like to linger in exams. Some of the questions I didn't find answers to were just quizzes with origin. I don't want to force my brain to keep thinking. I don't want to ask or cheat my friends. I always thought my friend would often give me the wrong answer. Therefore I only fill in questions that I do not find the answer to by guessing.

I sat on my favorite seat in the back. Tek Rida called with her boyfriend. Tek Rida is a widow who has no children. Her husband died of a heart attack three years ago. I asked mutia's whereabouts via BBM's message. Maybe mutia's waiting for me in the cafeteria, sir. Only three minutes later, my Blackberry reads my message sign in mutia.

MutiaHeriyenti

I'm at the synthya house. You just bring me here.

I decided to finish the cigarette first before meeting mutia. This is the first time I've met mutia outside of school. Taking her home was only mutia's reason to take me on the road. Mutia could have gone home with a one-way diana buk with her. Last night I asked her to meet outside of school.

I decided to go home to tek rida after paying for a cigarette. I drove my motorcycle to the left by five. Sintya's buk house is right on al-furqon's side. I stopped at the bank parking lot above the buk synthya house. Two-story synth buk house. Where the shophouse above is rented out to be a bank and atm. While next to the atm there is a mini market belonging to the buk sintya family.

I looked around with a wild look. People came out and went into the bank. Several people were seen queuing in front of the door atm. I sent a message to mutia to tell her whereabouts.

"Look" said mutia who had climbed on my bike.

I was shocked by the presence of mutia who was already behind me. Just a few minutes I sent a message mutia was already sitting behind me. I looked back. Mutia looked at me with a sharp look. I laughed knot.

"Corn" he said

"Where?" I'm trying to joke

"Go home" said Mutia "You want to send me home?" Ask.

"Well to"

"Yes ayok" Take mutia.

"Yes patient donk. It's a big rush" I said, turning on the motor.

"From earlier I was patient son, for the sake of being able to meet you" Reply mutia in a soft tone.

I smile. My chest was filled with happiness. My motorbike is traveling at medium speed on the road cross Sumatran direction. We chatted about the foyer exam enjoying the view of the high hill towering on the left and right side in the back streets. A small, clear river also flowed beneath it. People stop at the edge of the road to just enjoy the charm of nature. Some are fishing and some are just sitting chatting on the side of the road.

The sun is very friendly. It doesn't feel hot and it's not cloudy either. But the eyes still hurt when staring at the sun that looks dark. My motor deviates right from muaro kalaban. A long climb with a view of the green hills becomes a fresh sight before reaching the town of rice fieldlunto. This is the third time I've been to the sawahlunto town. I rarely travel out of Kabuhpaten. Mutia and I talked about the uniqueness of the sawahlunto city.

"I don't know the rice field area" said I

"You've never been here?" ask mutia.

"Earlier. Hospital "My life is short

We got to the perforated kubang. The town of sawahlunto surrounded by hills is clearly visible. The high mosque dancing looms like a landmark for the town of sawahlunto. Said the mother of the mosque tower was used for the chimney PLTU. Actually the city of pawahlunto is not too big. Houses perched on hills. The town of sawahlunto is like a cauldron with hills surrounding it. Exactly like the nickname of pawahlunto; Kuali City.

The uphill road changes its decline to reach the city center. I accidentally looked at the rearview mirror. Mutia was looking at me through the rearview mirror. Damn, did mutia see the rearview chaos? I slide the rearview mirror with my left hand. Until mutia's face changed with the road behind.

"Kok played anyway" asked mutia astonished.

I was holding back the laughter. Mutia responded to me cynically. I smiled to myself "I don't look like an opponent in the back" I said alibi.

" Elehhh. Tell me you're a gerogi" said mutia meledekku

"The rearview mirror is useful to see the opponent behind. Not to see you" I joked back

"Ihhhh" Mutia pinched my waist. I grimaced in surprise and rubbed the traces of mutia's pinch. Pretty sick. But I feel happy.

"Awaabb is sick" I grimaced and laughed.

Mutia laughed unconcernedly. He was glad to have pinched me. Even though it hurts a little, I feel happy.

We arrived in front of the monument of struggle next to the building of the dpr. We got to the city center. A small river runs and divides the city. The streets are crowded and crowded by market visitors. We passed through traffic jams. Shophouse buildings line both sides of the street.

We got to seven. There is a church across from the ombilin hotel. Magnificent overtaking emblem with silver writing hanging above the door. The football field was also visible when I looked over

Not far from the fork. I was greeted with four turns. Two right and one left. I and Ipan deviated to the right to trace the talawi kekematan.

"Where to go" I asked confused.

"Take care" Show mutia. I'm following the path I first took with ipan.

"You haven't answered my question yet" mutia said.

"What?" My question is insensitive.

We passed the Sawahlunto Police station which was beside our right. Mutia Meberi knows the net buk house. The house is simple but clean after passing the polres. Metalick black corolla sedan parked on the lawn.

"Who are you at the hospital.?"

"Ohh. Same mother" I replied.

"Your mother is sick?"

"Me, mandel surgery" I explained

"When that?"

"Smp time" I answered

"German get there?" Ask mutia again.

"Yes... Is this us kandis?"

I once passed the kandi when with ipan. Racing circuits and artificial lakes become a tourist in the city of pawahlunto. The distance between talawi and the city of rice fields is quite far. About an hour by motorcycle. It must be at high speed. Mutia told me to turn right

We arrived at the silo after passing the climb with two sharp turns. The coal factory building looks not far in front of the eyes. The towns of pawahlunto are also visible from up here. Mutia told me to turn right. The park is visited every Sunday night.

"What have you ever been to the canons?" Ask mutia.

"Yet. Just know aja" answered me "I once nemenin friends ombilin field" explained me after parking my motorbike.

This afternoon silo park is deserted. There's just a bunch of uniforms like me in the corner of the park. Sit chatting under a big tree. Two of them were in free clothes. The appearance of the two teenagers was sloppy and like a parewak who quit school.

"Who's the guy?" Ask mutia

We walked into a large park. Tables and chairs are widely provided for relaxing afternoon sitting. We walked towards the largest tree in the corner of the park. Large walls like sturdy upright stone batrei form a triangular point. It is said that the giant battery stone was used as a coal combustion furnace.

"Who's theme? Cowo girl? Got a name or not" Tanya mutia looked annoyed.

I laughed at mutia. I feel angry mutia being funny. I was more and more fascinated by his chatty attitude.

"Ehhh even laughs" mutia said. He also laughed when he saw me laughing.

"You eat meat often. It was sensi aja" I said.

"I'm allergic to meat" Clearly mutia fell silent. "Surely because I'm fat ya you talk gtu" Mutia manatapku full of probing.

I chuckled, "That you feel fat" I asked mutia.

Mutia's body was indeed growing sideways. His slender body now looked wrinkled. But mutia is still beautiful. Mutia even looks cute like a sweet brown panda

"Yes my weight went up eight" Mutia explained.

"Good, that means you're healthy"

"What's healthy fat" Tempta mutia.

I'm laughing a little. "Healthy. I eat a lot"

"I only eat two meals a day. It's just cat rice. Maybe because I like nyemil that's why my body went up" explained mutia.

"You eat cat rice means use the same cooking oil of donk anchovies" Gurauku breaks the seriousness of mutia.

I can guess that mutia wanted to diet to manage her weight. That's what some women always think if they gain weight. Some people are afraid of being fat.

"Cat rice means a little rice. Goblin" Mutia pinched my thigh.

I laugh. I already know that the term cat rice is intended for people who eat it a little like eating a cat. I was just joking to switch topics.

"You also keep cats at home"

"No, but I like cats" I replied.

"I know why you like cats" mutia said confidently.

"Why?" My toot.

From her expression of mutia I grew even more curious about her words. I have loved cats since childhood. I used to have a pet cat with a baby in my house. I named my cat blue because of her blue eyes. But blue died because it was accidentally hit by a vehicle. I found her dead body covered in blood beside the house. I buried him with sadness. Blue leaves his three children who are funny.

But I haven't kept a cat since my mother forbade me. One of the kittens named white sibiru often steal side dishes at the table. And I gave my three cats to fiona. Fiona also likes cats. I named them according to their characteristics.white, red, and yellow..

"You like cats because fiona likes cats too" mutia said.

I looked towards mutia. I can't believe mutia has such a thing. I felt my heartbeat start to run. The calm began to fade, changing into an unclear restlessness.

"No. Fiona also loves cats. But I like cats not kara fiona. Your prejudice is wrong" I replied calmly as possible.

"I've seen a picture of the four of you with your friend there's fiona too?" Ask mutia

'Photo?" I don't understand mutia's intentions.

Mutia turned her body towards me. Mutia looked at me with a flat face. And my chest is still pounding.

"Where do you see?" I'm confused

"On fiona twitter... It wasn't in the ombilin field either" asked mutia

"Ohh yes" My heart is short. Mutia even found out who fiona is via twitter?

"Fiona also watched you play ball?"

"No. It was a long time ago" I answered for a moment remembering "ten grade time if it's not wrong" I explained

"Where is Fiona at school?" Ask mutia.

"In SMA 1 sijunjung" I hope mutia doesn't ask much about fiona. Especially about love in silence.

"Where do you know Fiona?" Ask mutia.

I told mutia a lot about fiona. I answered honestly and clearly mutia's question. Mutia responded to my story kindly and kindly. Even though I told her the pain of harboring feelings because fiona was not sensitive to my feelings. Mutia knows who fiona is from twitter. Photo with fiona it is a photo when fiona playing basketball tournament three vs three inter high school.

Mutia also told me about her friends on the campus. Mutia is closest to the octavian putry and the nuna rahma which is one local with mutia. Putry is a native padang people while nuna is a friend of kos mutia who comes from the west pasaman. Mutia told me that her two best friends were PKL in the field. And they're done with their PKL report.

The sun is covered in dark clouds to make the weather bright with friendly temperatures. The wind politely blows on my face. The leaves of the tree fell by the wind. Mutia hoped that her report would be immediately acc by the principal.

"Don't feel yes, it's been a semester, but only yesterday it felt like we met at the office" said I staring at a group of teenagers who laughed

Mutia looked at me. I also looked towards mutia. Mutia's eyes were like tears. I smiled and embraced it. Mutia buried her head in my arms. Just two more weeks mutia will end her PKL at my school.

"I'm definitely going to miss the school atmosphere, the friends I got here. I'll miss you." Mutia looked at me "

I agree with mutia's words. Time will indeed feel quickly passed when we prepare to welcome the procession. But that's how destiny works. Time will go on and on and leave only memories for all that has passed. No matter what you like or not. Tera or sorry. Something that has passed in time will still pass without us ever being able to change. But mutia and I understood that separation was an obstacle in our relationship. We need to beat the distance.

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"I'm just afraid we can't handle longing"

Mutia's right. The biggest obstacle in long distance relationships is to resist longing. But longing is the natural law of the feeling of falling in love. No matter near or far, there will always be.

"You won't give up just because of the distance" asked mutia.

I laughed at Mutia's question. He looked at me wonderfully "Trust me. I don't want to move on from you either" I assured him

Mutia smiled and again buried her head in my arms. I stroked her delicate head with a loving feeling. I wish I could say that I love her so much. But my mouth is too stiff to say that honesty.

"You don't mentel-mentel-loh at school" Remember mutia with kepalanga looked up.

"Iyaaa cimuttt" I answered pinching mutia's nose. He stopped my pinching and grabbed my hand.

"Promise?" His word.

"promise"

"I will also try to keep your trust" mutia said

I smile. Mutia also smiled as she looked at the dimples on both of her deep cheeks. Deep in my heart that fell in love with him.