Immaculacy
Lake Toba

Paradev, a level bus tour that is on school rental for sightseeing today. The bus was traveling at a moderate speed, down the winding streets towards the beautiful Earth of pieces of heaven. It was the slogan of Lake Toba which was beautiful beyond measure.

The road is still quiet, not too many vehicles passing because the time is still showing at 4.20 am. The passengers on the bus were almost all asleep. They left school at 23:30. Mila and her friends had gathered at school from 9pm, surely their eyes were very sleepy.

"Wake up, we pray at dawn."Mr. Husin woke the passengers with loudspeakers.

Husin walked upstairs to wake the other students up.

Mila wriggling straightened her legs, her body ached all because of sleeping in a sitting position.

"Al - Mujahidin Tigabalata Mosque."

mila said reading the writing in front of her.

"wow.. wow" Mila jumped up, her eyes immediately fresh, who was still sleepy stepping on the floor of the bathroom was very cold.

"The floor alone is this cold, like the water again" said Mila in her heart, her nosy smile spread instantly.

Mila picked up the water and walked into the parked bus not far from the mosque. Mila raised the hand of the woman who was sitting next to her who was still asleep. He put his friend's fingers in the dipper.

"Mamaaac!" juna's screams surprised the other students. Mila laughed out loud, clutching her stomach which hurt from an outrageous laugh.

"Ha.. ha.. ha, wake up! it's dawn."

The chants of Adzan roared, Mila and Juna had used their faces and entered the mosque. They are welcomed by the grandmothers of the surrounding residents who pray in the mosque.

"You're going to Lake Toba, nang?" greet the tiny-bodied grandmother

"Yes, Grandma. Excuse me first." replied Mila passed before the grandmother who walked to take the Koran in the closet.

Residents here are accustomed to seeing many guests who pray in their mosques. It is an annual tradition, ahead of the new school year will be many school children who come to Lake Toba. Lake Toba is the number one, best tourist destination in our city.

"Subhanallah." Mila did not stop praising her Lord, who was so perfect to create beauty in front of her eyes. The road is getting lower and more winding.

"Where's your asoy? (asoy \= plastic bag that is deliberately prepared to accommodate vomiting) asked Mila on Juna. Mila knew that her friend was drunk on the trip.

"Tweeek...." Juna held the liquid coming out of his mouth with a plastic bag. Mila massaged the back of Juna's neck.

"This. use eucalyptus oil," Mila gave her eucalyptus oil.

"This is for you!" Juna gave her plastic bag to Mila.

"Yakin... Slutty! throw it away."Mila lifted her legs up on the chair and closed her mouth.

"After breakfast please explore this place, be careful not to go alone. Later at 11 am again gather here, we will cross to tomok" said Mr. Husin

All the students cleaned up their leftovers, cleaning the mats that had been a little dirty with food that had accidentally fallen. Some are sweeping, some are throwing garbage and some are just helping do'a.

"Woy at 11 am to gather again here, we go to the mosque parapat yok" asked Mila

" Wiih... Long time lo, Mil! Here aja la kalok want to pray, it is not my fault, there is a musholla" Erwin pointed to the west.

"We're going to the President's palace, yok!" bring Uni

"OK...."

"Look.." replied Mila and her friends compact.

"Wait, I'll take the toilet!" Juna ran while covering her mouth

"Haha.." Erwin laughed.

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The middle-aged man drank his tea that was not too hot, the other hand held the HP that he had been looking at.

"Just trust God, God will take care of our children! bang Husin is there. Don't he worry too much. You've grown up with that girl." Mai put a plate of fried bananas on Arpin's tea table.

Arpin put down his Handphone.

Gaining trust is easy, but maintaining it is difficult.

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The Presidential Palace was the home of President Soekarno's exile. Until now still preserved the district government of Simalungun. The items inside are still awake, but not all visitors are allowed to enter.

The mosque in Raya Taqwa Parapat, located on the street sisingamangaraja no 2 of Bolon Girsang. In the area behind the mosque there are several graves, which the author knows is the grave of the founder of the mosque.

Many handicrafts are sold in tax (market) on the roadside in Parapat. There are many things to choose. What else does the mango. uhm..sweet as me, just tell me how many kilos! But be ready don't forget you paid.

Another story again in Tomok, there is a stone witness of the decapitation of human heads, where people are shackled. There is another legend of hanging stones****.

Come.explore North Sumatra, there are many other tourist attractions. But surely come here first klen yes. Steady 😁