A New Life (XIII)

We arrived in Payakumbuh in the dawn time, and from the terminal we had to rent two cars one for us and the other one for our luggage. It’s just very different living in a big city like Jakarta and living in a small village in Manganti. The air was so clean, no pollution, no traffic jam. The scenery was very beautiful.

It’s just very exciting to be living there, every one seemed so friendly to us and we felt so welcome in everywhere we go. Our house is half rumah panggung, it’s a traditional house but ours was already renovated a bit so it’s not like a real Rumah Gadang with the gonjongs. Where else sometimes I also lived at my dad’s village at my grandpa’s house

I was planning to continue my study in Rumbai Pekan Baru and would live at my aunt Danny’s house. But it would take some time to process and while waiting for the process to finish, I was placed at SMP Mungka at the village to join the class while waiting so I wouldn’t miss the lessons much. But then the plan had changed, I felt like studying at the village so then I was formally registered as the new student there

to be continued...