JUMPING HIGHER
HUMILIATED BY MOM

Sounds like a bee humming. The voice was the sound of restrained laughter from the classmates gathered in the living room. I also had time to see Bawon and Mediana trying to hold back her laughter and smile, so that their faces looked like people were holding back the wind so as not to be farts.

Embarrassed by being humiliated by my mother in front of my classmates, I left the living room, headed for the living room and passed the dining room directly into the kitchen. In the kitchen I took orange juice from the refrigerator. Throat feels dry and thirsty. In the corner of the kitchen by the door I saw Bik Narti standing facing out. After pouring the orange juice into the glass, I approached Bik Narti.

”Bik Narti what? many wonder.

Bik Narti turned his head and saw his eyes glazed over.

"Bibik why?"

"So Bibik was reprimanded with Madam."

"Connected? Scolded by Bibik's intentions?" manya curious.

Then Bik Narti told me that my mother was angry because Bik Narti kept my circumstances secret. Although Bik Narti reasoned that he did so so that mama did not panic. After all it was just a minor accident and the injuries were not serious, but mama did not want to accept the reason given by Bik Narti.

"So Mama said what's the same Bibik?" i'm probing. Poor to see Bik Narti too.

"That's it, son Bono," Bik Narti moved from the kitchen door.

Hhh! The heartbreak happened. What problems do not end? I slowly stepped out while carrying a glass filled with orange juice, walking towards the side garden. There I sat with a feeling of anger and anger. All because of Sarah!

Why is he to blame? You're wrong yourself, Bono. Does Sarah have to like and love you? Your mind is narrow, your soul is short-sighted! Just because you were cut off with him, you're self-destructive. Wandering, lying, skipping school. What do you want to be, a ghost? The voice of my heart resonates with each other. The inner war between blame and justification. Satan also interfered in the whispers in the brink of my head. Stop, Bono. Just kill yourself, just kill yourself. He .. he .. he ...

"Bonos?" mediana's voice surprised me.

I just kept quiet, not looking at it one bit.

"We need to talk now," another voice was heard.

Uf! The other one sounds Bawon? I looked back. Mediana and Bawon were already near me.

"We came because we were worried about your situation. Mr. Marudut said you had a traffic accident. Sri also made sure that it was true because she met you herself at that time," Bawon said carefully.

"But Sri says you're okay, just minor injuries. So we deliberately came on this holiday, so that everyone can come to visit you. Actually, we were also surprised, why only a minor injury, given permission to rest for a month?" mediana said.

"Here you go, the matter of permission is not to be questioned anymore" Bawon interjected.

"The doctor's recommendation letter was forged," I said frankly.

Beben and Mediana were surprised. Ah, let it be. So they know that Bono is a bad boy now.

Mediana sat next to me. On the park bench next to the house. Bawon was standing near me.

"So that I can skip," I said lightly while sipping orange water from the glass that I just held back from earlier.

"The final three months left, Bono," Bawon's voice sounded concerned.

Until Bawon and Mediana left the side garden and all my other friends came home, I was still sitting quietly on the park bench.

***

Since yesterday's incident, my mother has not reprimanded me. He gave up and took off his hands. Maybe this is the height of his anger. Mama was silent and silent like a rock. I don't want to worry about my mom's anger either. Let it be as long as he doesn't deposit pocket money into my account, that's enough. Now I just need money and I don't need any nonsense called affection and attention. Money is important!

At dinner, my mother did not call me to eat together as usual. I don't want to question my mother's attitude either. While my mother and stepfather were having dinner, I sneaked out quietly after telling Bik Narti that he would put the gate key near the post box, to make it easier for me to get into the house when I come home late at night. Bik Narti initially refused my request, but I threatened to go home early in the morning if he did not want to put the gate key near the post box. Eventually Bik Narti relented despite a heavy heart. Maybe he thought let me come home late at night instead of coming home early?

"But you promised Bibik, don't get drunk outside."

"Yes, Bik. Don't be afraid."

"Don't participate in wild races," continued Bik Narti again.

“Kok, Bibik knows all sorts of wild races? many wonder.

“Bibik likes to see the news on television. Let alone the Motorcycle Gang children, they are evil!"

I looked at Bik Narti with amused feeling.

"Did Bono look like a wild racer and become a member of the Motorcycle Gang, Bik?" manya curious.

"Yes, who knows. It could have been, it looked good, but it turned out that his heart was evil."

I laugh.

"Bibik can do it, ah! If Bono is caught in a wild race and becomes a member of the Motorcycle Gang, do not have to be given the door. Let Bono sleep outside,”, I said trying to convince middle-aged women who have long been with our family, even he also took care of me when I was a child.

Bik Narti sneered.

“Pieces you want to sleep outside. If you're a brand new kid, you'll fight back. Bibik didn't give me the key, you must have gotten the door."

"Bono won't be that bad, Bik." I smiled amusedly.

I ended the conversation with Bik Narti. Then pick up the motorcycle in the garage then sneak around pushing the motorcycle out of the yard. After a bit away from home, I just turned on the motorbike engine so that it was not heard by my mother. *