JUMPING HIGHER
KENIA THE AYU DINAR
Because it has not eaten dinner and my stomach also feels hungry, then slide me to the area of Merdeka Walk. The dining area in the city square of Medan does offer a variety of menu choices and different atmospheres. I went into one of the stalls and ordered a tomyam. While waiting for the order to come I spread my eyes to look around which was indeed impressed romantic. Visitors are not too crowded and I freely pay attention to the people sitting in front of the booth, on the table chairs are neatly arranged.. I don't know, ever since my relationship with Sarah broke up and I chose to isolate myself from my family and friends, I've loved watching the people around me. Even while traveling in inter-provincial bus terminals, markets, malls and now in this dining outlet. I really enjoyed my new habits. It turns out that watching people makes me rich in my heart. I learned many lessons from those I noticed. Life is basically the same for everyone, just how to treat life differently.
"Hi, you're Bono, right?" the soft voice of a woman surprised me.
I turned my head and raised my head slightly to look at the female figure standing beside my seat. She smiles.
"You're Bono, Mama's son!" he exclaimed with excitement and took a seat in front of me.
"Call who I am?" the woman stared at the ball in my eyes.
"Kenia? Uh, Miss Kenia?" i'm stunned. It turned out that she was an indo-faced woman who met me at this booth some time ago.
"Call Kenia, no need to wear frills Ma'am, what effect, I'm older than you? I'm only 20 years old. Still kinyis-kinyis!" Kenia smiled seductively.
"I'm 17 years old," I said, not to lose.
”Halah, 3 years different too. If we are dating we are still worthy!" said Kenia loose without burden.
My heart also rippled to hear Kenia's voice. A woman as beautiful as her is very easy to break the hearts of men. Especially the ones who are drifting like me right now. Men open their hearts more easily than women. I'm sure that in this place, Kenia is more prominent than the girls who visit other outlets. His beautiful figure, clean white and indo face is good to look at. I caught a few men at a table near us. Stealing a glance at Kenia. They are also with their respective girlfriends. Men everywhere are the same. Can't see the grass of the neighbors is greener, directly dark eyes.
"Like hanging out here huh, Mommy?"
Kenia frowned making her dense eyebrows almost interlocked. Even so, her face is still beautiful and even more attractive. It's basically saucy, in any situation, it's still good.
”Just call me Kenia, Ok?"
”I-Yes, Ma'am .. yes, Ken ... "my answer is hesitant.
"Ken, what? Ken Dedes?" seems fast.
Hhh! Confused me. He said he was told to just call names, now why would he mind? Beautiful people love to be high-minded. I threw away my gaze, avoiding Kenia's gaze.
"I don't like it when people call my name in pieces" he said in protest.
"I don't care if people call me, Bon," I said, trying to provoke a reaction.
"Have it, forget it," Kenia relented.
A waiter came to our table.
"Sir, move to this table?"
"Yes, I moved here."
The waiter nodded and left.
"Lho, what table were you at?" many wonder.
"That's in the corner. When I saw you coming, I felt like I had a friend. Just move the table," Kenia smiled.
”Kok, still know me, but we only met once?" wonder also me. What a strong Kenia memory or my face that is hard to forget. Hahayy ...
"Why do you know me?" Kenia asked back.
I grin. Not my memory is strong, but Kenia's face is hard to forget.
"Because of the look of your feathers," I answered honestly.
Kenia smiled happily.
"So fascinated, the story?" kenia Goda.
Whoa, doth. Being confronted with such a question, I became a club as well. Lying if I'm not fascinated, but if I'm honest, he'll be big on his head.
"You're fascinated, too, aren't you, like me?" my reply won't lose.