His wife, Mr Guru ?
I love you at 2084
"Mas don't take too long, don't sleep slumber. Sha wants to take the road tomorrow !" nagelnya when Arka does not look to end the adventure both of them visit Dedek.
Early in the morning, Shania and Arka woke up to perform their morning prayers. Arka who had just returned from a nearby mosque was seen rubbing rubbing his palms because of the cold air piercing the bones. Rarely did he take a bath in warm water, but today he finally accepted Shania's offer to take a warm bath. It seems that if he lives in Bandung needs a long adaptation of bathing, it will certainly add to the cost of gas expenditure.
A cup of warm coffee is very helpful.
"Teh, the ambu in front of the complex is still selling surabi hgga ?" ask Shania.
"Still Sha, "
"You buy ah, right there !" yells.
"Mas, come with you ?!" bring Shania.
"Where ? It's new from the outside, it's cold."
"To Jonggol ! " Shania laughs.
"Too the pokonya, go with it ! Later there too was a warmth," Shania raised her eyebrows.
"I have to atuh Sha, not used to the power. Meni nga'hod-hod (shivering) so !" kekeh Yeni tea.
"What is tea, let's get used to the city of Bandung. Kan his wife mojang (girl) Bandung, hayu mas !" inevitably Arka followed Shania after replacing her cocoa and scabbard with training and a jacketed t-shirt.
"Cold is it ?" Shania hugged the arm of the Arka.
"Yes, "Arka even back to embrace Shania so as not to get cold, Shania laughed at the condition of Arka. But it is undeniable, the air here is cool, plus the appearance of flat nature in almost every corner and side of many trees. Even the sunlight alone looks exotic peering shyly behind the trunk of a large tree.
The two arrived at a small saung without a barrier or a outlet bulkhead. Only a middle-aged grandmother came face to face with a few furnaces and surabi prints. Still using firewood as fuel.
Shania and Arka sat in front of a furnace that limited interaction with the seller, a small wooden table and a later L wooden bench surrounded the surabi fireplace as a customer's seat.
"Ambu, surabi endog ngangge oncom 2, and nu kinca na oge 2 nya !" said Shania, Arka looks to be translating the order Shania.
(Ambu, serabi telor use oncom 2, the same brown sugar is also 2, yes ! )
Sure enough, here it is warm because it is directly faced with hawu or furnace. This is the warmth that Shania meant.
"Femu right ?! Warmth !" kikik Shania's.
"The target is, directly in front of the furnace," replied Arka.
"Serabi here is Wahid's number !! Guaranteed to like it !"
"Mangga oruh neng, "the seller handed the plate containing the serabi of their order.
(Please neng,)
The taste of a savory, salty, and spicy blend in the mouth, do not forget the smell of firewood that comes out further adds to the nav su eat.
"Mas hungry ?" shania asked.
"It's cold, '" replied Arka adding to the order.
"Where is this abbys going ?" ask Arka.
"Emhhh," Shania looks to think, walk but make a cool brain.
"Where are ya ? there are many choices of places !" be puzzled.
"As guests now, so you have to entertain," said Arka again enjoy each bite of serabi.
"Sha doesn't want to go to the Square or a place that rame people, or just shopping, wrestling the same streets !"
Shania immediately sparkled, her 10-watt bulb coming out from inside the woman's head.
"You know the legend of Sangkuriang ?" ask Shania.
"Look. Mount Tangkuban Parahu ?" the answer is, if Shania forgets let's remind her that Arka is a teacher, even though she is a chemistry teacher, oh come on ! Indonesian legend, Sangkuriang, Dayang Sumbi, Si Tumang, the child who likes his own mother, who does not know ?
"Have you ever been there ? Make it look at the mountain ?" Arka shakes.
"It was school time ! Congratulations !! Today you will make your way to Tangkuban Parahu mountain, Yeee !!!" he clapped his own hands.
"Now ?" tanya Plain arka looks like a serabi in front of her.
"Next year, wait for eruption ! Yes, now it is !!" hisshania.
This girl stood up, "mas pay the sherabnya first !" Arka took the money out of her pocket.
"How much ma'am ?" ask Arka.
"20 thousand kang, "
"Cie was called akang, "Shania nudged Arka half-whispering while the two were waiting for the change.
"Thank you, "
"Nuhun ambu,
"Sami sami, sawangsulna !" the frown in the corner of his eyes showed hospitality.
"Hayuu or jalan akang gendang !" invite Shania to hold Arka's hand to slip her fingers between the fingers of Arka. The difference is very clear, between the white fingers and the lentic that belongs to Shania infiltrate between the Arka's big fingers.
The two return down the paved road to the house, in the morning state that still leaves the dark color of the night.
"Car cake ?" ask Arka to be ready.
"Pake rickshaw, yes yes or no time to go on a camel," tea Yeni who heard him laughed crisply.
"Ish, what kind of tea does A Ridwan say ?" shania asked to put her sneaker shoes on a little trouble because of her stomach, in the end Arkalah who helped to tie the knot of Shania's shoelaces.
"Okay, it's sip ! stay only, later there is a kang Urip who love tickets !"
"Asikkk, look at the Moon !" shania replied exclaiming.
"Didn't there be any moon-clay work ? the moon is still that it hasn't turned into a lick !"
"Didih, that's what never romantic romantic. Don't know, Sha wants to measure the distance of the earth to the moon. Someone once said, Love you to the moon and back !" tiru Shania made Arka shake her head while smiling warmly.
"No work going back and forth to the moon just to shave love," Shania laughed until she let out her tears.
"Love mah is money, there's only money to eat mah teu wareg love !!" (ga full)
"Lady girl, "Shania's lips.
"Yes or da buy skin care mah can not use bpjs," Yeni tea continues the event of sweeping broom pages that are scattered many leaves falling from the rambutan tree.
"That tree still bears fruit often ?" shania asked still waiting for Arka to take the car keys.
"Still, love to be shared. Nobody eats that,"
Shania nodded her head.
"Where is this tea ?" tanya tidya tidi tidied her broom lidi to be aligned at the top by patting the plump.
"You see the historical evidence of the mummy !"
"Parahu's Cankuban ?" ask Yeni tea.
"Yoyoyoy !" answer Shania.
"Oh heart, "
"Sip, if Nengsih tea has come w.a. aja yes !"
"OK, "
"Teh the way first" said Arka into the car.
"He's heartfelt on the road" he shouted.
Cars out of the yard of the house trip never stalled, although several times they found a point of congestion, let alone this is a weekend. The car passed jl. Sukajadi, keep racing until crossing the Amazing Artgames a tourist spot with 3D paintings that make us feel like we are in a painting if taking pictures. Then the car passed the famous campus in Bandung, UP*I. There the speed of the vehicle began to falter because it was crowded by travelers.
This is where some of the tourist attractions of Lembang are located, they can see the snaking queue of The Great Asia Africa and Farm house, even though 2 tourist attractions have just opened the entrance ticket counter.
"Ga wanna go there ?" tanya Arka pointed out the car window, Shania shaking her head.
"Bosen, anyways in the dalem even make dizzy mas. Most make a photo place, let alone that, the road is far away, climbing the mountain through the valley, Sha will be pregnant again. Can Brojol come home from here !" he pointed out the window.
"So you smell like nature ?"
"For a quiet nyari, calm mas, not many people !" answer Shania. The journey is quite far, but it does not make it boring because their eyes are spoiled by some tourist attractions that line the streets of Lembang, it is true, indeed, many travelers outside or within the city choose Lembang as a vacation spot. Nature is still beautiful to make the brain tired because the workload can be fresh again. Vehicle volume during the weekend will be many times towards JABAR.
The cool air of the pine trees they felt touched the skin recharge the brain and mind with the freshness of the pine forest as it traversed the Bandung Tree Top, Orchid Forest, and Tour 16 pine forests in the Cikole area.
Where the pine forest tourist area is usually used as a place for camping. After traveling about 1 hour 15 minutes both arrive at the tourist attractions of Tangkuban Parahu.
The entrance ticket is already in the can, the car drove past a terminal for vehicle rental.
The smell of sulfur/sulfur has not been so pronounced.
"Mas, park there on the mosque deck ! look at the crater while walking," pinta Shania.
"Yes," Arka parked her car at the mistress's request and the two got out.
"Well, mas, the shape is rich boat back ?!"
TWA Tangkuban Parahu's
A archway with the above inscription decorated a tiger and a bird on the right and left.
"That's the Queen's crater, "Shania piled both her hands on the guardrail, looking at the crater that was still puffing its sulfur fumes far down there.
Arka gave Shania a bottle of mineral water, "don't stay here for too long. Afraid of the smell of sulfur, kasian grandpa."
Shania nodded, assuring a sign of agreement.
"This is a myth of the legend of the child who likes his mother, continues because he does not believe that if Dayang Sumbi tuh his mother and Sangkuriang keep kekeh want lamar, then Dayang contribute make the requirements. Ask for a big boat before morning, uh because the hunt continues the boat is not yet so, finally kicked so back and formed a mountain, if now the love is denied money to act, medsos also follow the nyerang !" shania's story while looking straight at the crater and its surroundings, felt the cooling breeze.
If you look at nature like this, immediately his brain returned clean rich abis in pakein bleach, back fitri.
"But Sha forgot how high she was, "Shania turned her head.
"2084 meters above sea level" replied Arka.
"Well, you know ?!"
Shania turned her head, "mas.." the girl positioned herself against Arka, her outstretched hand grabbed Arka's hand and took her to her cheek and kissed her.
"I love you at 2084 mas !" chirps Shania.
Arka shook her head with a smile, without answering with the word she pulled Shania to get closer to her, rubbing the marshmallow's soft cheeks, while one of her hands held Shania's hand.
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