BLUE METAVERSE
SUSPENSION BRIDGE
This morning was marked by the timid sunlight that clinked behind the grove of tall trees. After breakfast, the car again drove north to a tourist spot that was not previously in the Blue Plan, Situ Gunung. Fathia smiled again and thanked him for the sling bag that Kikan gifted. The bag was made of finely knitted nylon thread with a knitted shape like cute little shells in dark brown.
“Thank you, brother Kikan and bi Blue. I like the prize. Though said Kak Hani bag I can still be repaired in place of repair bag subscription momma.”
“You still need a replacement bag to put hp and other important objects during the holiday trip.”
“Iya. It's very useful.” With carefree and deft Fathia put some personal items such as wallet, hand phone, facial moisturizer and small size body lotion.
When finished and closed the zipper. He attached it to the shoulder and relaxed pitch like a model is demonstrating the products he dendors. “Cuit no?”
“Suit. Whatever you wear always fits, Fath.”
“Eyang words, I was born an intestinal necklace so whatever is attached to my body must match.” said Fathia while blushing.
“Not interested in being a model, Fath?”
“Neg. Concentrate on school and dancing. I'll have abi accompany eyang. If I exist
other activities, later exhausted and eyang no one noticed.”
That morning a thin fog still enveloped the surface of Situ Gunung, Sukabumi, West Java. Surrounded by hills with shady trees, sunlight just illuminated some of the lake. The shine makes the atmosphere in Situ Gunung more magical. The calm lake water makes the reflection of the contours of the hills clearly visible. His calm was only shaken occasionally through a raft made of bamboo arrays and pedaled using human energy. Yes, this area does have its own way of pampering tourists through its nature. So simple, quiet and quiet.
“Great yes. Mbah Jalun can make a lake of this size within seven days.” Faiz was still inexhaustible as to whether the legend actually happened or was a mere human being.
Legend is a popular narrative of supernatural events immersed in a real historical framework, transmitted orally or written from generation to generation. The legend of Situ Gunung heard from Abah Bili according to Faiz is a story that is closely related to history because the narrator tells the years that occurred. That's why Faiz was curious to visit him to measure how great the legendary figure was told. Learning from history is important as a valuable source of inspiration and experience.
“Maybe it wasn't this big, brother. Situ could be widened due to the influence of nature and there may be interference by the surrounding community to enlarge the lake for the public benefit.” explained Amar while taking a drone that has come back closer. The picture is done. He was so carefree and excited about his new activities taking pictures of the natural scenery with the help of Mr. Nandi and Azka. Moreover, Azka, the child was always with her brother even to the toilet. For Azka drones is like a toy plane with a remote control that always attracts attention.
Maybe Amar's guess is right. Legendary stories sometimes need to be given a hyperbolic touch in order to attract listeners to benefit from the philosophy behind the story. Not the extent of the lake that became the message of the legend, but an expression of gratitude to God for the abundance of a gift so great, which was blessed with a son in the midst of his escape. So happy that people can do something greater than their reason. The father and mother must have been so happy when Faiz was born. Faiz recorded the question in his brain and will ask it later to his father for multidimensional comic story material stored in his metavers.
“We go to the suspension bridge first, have lunch then go south. Let's go!”
The group of teenagers walked to the gate of the longest suspension bridge in Asia. The bridge made of woven steel rope and ulin wood that connects 2 highlands separated by valleys with a height of about 170 meters was once viral in various social media as a place for photos the phenomenal. To get to the bridge visitors walk up through the rows of trees typical of tropical forests that are green, shady and comfortable. There are 2 paths that can be traversed, namely VIP lane and regular lane. Of course, the VIP route is faster because the path is short and has to pay more. But for those who want to enjoy the natural scenery of ordinary paths more fun because the tracking path is relaxed, neatly arranged, and, and passing through many tall, shady old trees with the sound of squeaking birds and forest crickets as friends of deserted repellents.
Faiz was deliberately silent for a moment to observe 2 men in black shirts who had been seen stalking them. The two stopped each time the group stopped to take pictures. Though other groups continue to walk if they do not want to take pictures at that place.
Fortunately the two people were unable to enter along with them because the manager was out of stock of security equipment. Visitors to the bridge are indeed limited so as not to overload the steel-wooded bridge with loads beyond its capacity limit. Restrictions are made by limiting the amount of security equipment that visitors must wear when crossing the bridge.
Fathia always seems to hold hands with Hani no matter how some people have explained that the bridge is safe and they have also been equipped with security to prevent anything unwanted.
“Ngeri, Brother. I'm afraid of heights. The bridge was rocking again. My head is dizzy.”
Hani embraced it calmly.
“If this bridge suddenly breaks how our fate yes?”
“If directly freefall into the valley must be koit. The gap is very good."
“If stuck in a tree, there is still the possibility of being helped by an officer or unlucky might be able to be raised as a monkey child like Tarzan.” Doni comments while laughing and dancing mimicking the way a gorilla walks. The pounding of his huge tall body made the bridge again sway violently sway to the right and to the left.
“Doni silent!” snapped Hani while hugging Fathia who was getting scared.
Doni smiled as he stepped in the middle of the bridge so that the bridge did not tilt as a result of his large height
dominant in one direction.
Sometimes the bridge tilted to the left feels like it is almost upside down because too many visitors are on the left side. Sometimes contrary. The balance must be fully maintained even though the bridge still does not stop swaying. Pull mang!
Amar and Faiz were engrossed with the camera looking in detail around whether there was a special angle. Under the bridge there is a ravine overgrown with trees that look lush. The forest in the area is still awake. Many large and tall trees typical of tropical forests. Other plants such as ferns and forest orchids can also still be seen in some places.
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Happy holidays😍
