JUMPING HIGHER
RUMORS WITH FALSE RECOMMENDATIONS

Armed with a falsified doctor's recommendation letter, I felt free to wander during school hours. Of course I'm not stupid to wear a uniform when wandering around public places. From home in uniform, but in the bag I have prepared a replacement clothes and then exchanged clothes in the bathroom of the mosque not far from home.

It's the third day I enjoy the freedom from the school routine. The first day of skipping school, I spent time at the mall, playing in the time zone, eating at the cafe, after that watching in the twenty one.

What I got during the wandering was, life is complicated and heavy. Everyone has problems, everyone has experienced difficulties, but in hindsight, my hardest problem and my hardest one.

Ah, love can indeed make us happy as if soaring in the clouds, but it can also make people go crazy and intend to kill themselves. Although I did not feel crazy and did not intend to commit suicide, I still felt broken into pieces. That's why I want to forget the pain and be disappointed by looking for a different atmosphere than usual. Skipping school and then running. Just enjoy life and let time heal the wounds.

This third day I plan to wander in another mall again, but because it is still too early, the mall is still not open yet. I decided to go around the city just to wait until ten, when the shopping center began to open. Eye wash is the place in the mall. People can forget the time it was made. Maybe if there was no other purpose, I decided to spend the rest of the fake permit for a month just wandering in the malls only.

Ten o'clock and thirty minutes I was at Sun Plaza . The atmosphere still looks lonely. Visitors are not too crowded. The activity that is clearly visible is the store owner and the salesman is starting the activity. Some are arranging the location of the products sold and some are spraying cleaning fluid on the glass wall of the store.

I pay respect to the beautiful saleswoman who is cleaning the store display she is guarding. For me such a girl has glorified herself by working. He chooses the right path to life unlike girls who like to hang out in malls or pubs even discotheques looking for thick-pocketed om-oms. They are leeches and their mates are land crocodiles. Clop!

I continued to step up and down the corridor that separated the rows of shops facing each other. At the end of the corridor, a woman standing at the door of her shop rebuked me.

"Search for what, Mas?" sapanya friendly.

"Find a boyfriend .." I replied teasingly as I continued to move on.

The salesgirl just smiled back at my words and attitude that seemed to harass her. I just kept walking, but suddenly ... Ah, God. Is this how I honor a hardworking woman like her? I turned around and walked back to the female saleswoman who was still standing in front of her shop. I'm nothing more than him. He is even better than me. The saleswoman could already be looking for money for herself or perhaps to help her family. While me?

"Sorry, Ma'am. I was just kidding" I said when I was nearby.

The woman smilingly saw me.

"It's okay."

Slowly I entered the store.

I'm frowning. In the not-so-extensive store there are a variety of electronic items. There are car televisions, digital cameras, Ipods to desktop chargers. Why would I buy stuff like this? Yes, to make up for the guilt, I had to buy something from this store as a form of apology to the saleswoman who I might have offended her feelings with abusive words.

"Search for what, huh?" he asked again. There was no offence on his face.

Suddenly I looked at the display near the entrance of the store, there was a neatly arranged row of flash drives behind clear glass that was given very good lighting. I approached and looked around. The woman stood near me.

"You looking for a flash, huh?" he asked in a soft voice.

"Yes, love one, "my awab while looking at her.

"How many giga?"

"Two of them."

The saleswoman rushed to get a black flash with a blue line curved at the boundary of the cover.

"How, Ma'am?"

"One hundred thousand."

I took the money out of my wallet and put it on the cashier's desk. After receiving a small plastic package with her shop logo, I stepped out and did not forget to apologize once again to the saleswoman.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. It was just a joke."

"It's okay," her smile expanded again.

The relief in the chest burst out instantly, at least I have been forgiven. I left the store and put a plastic pack containing a flash in my jeans pocket.