JUMPING HIGHER
A WARM MEETING

Kenia laughed in a wink. His shoulders were shaken.

"Who can forget a child like you. Just seven in the evening, Mama called, told to go home!"

Shithead! I remember him about that too. I cursed in my heart.

”Handphone you've been off-right yet? Later called again Mama, told to go home," teased Kenia still with her laughter that broke.

"You want a bet?" my challenge.

"What order?" Kenia looks at.

"We stay up until morning, I won't be called and not told to go home" I'm sure.

Kenia just smiled.

"What's the lack of work, I stay up till the same morning as you?"

A waiter delivers Kenia a bowl of tomyam sea food. I smile. Kenia caught my smile. She pursed her lips and patted the back of my hand.

"What smile?" his protest.

"Our orders are always the same, huh? I also ordered tomyam seafood. When we first met, we ate similar foods. Green noodles, right?" I smiled again.

"That's a sign that we're a match!" said Kenia lightly.

Buset, motherfucker! This girl is also good when talking, but if you think of people like her is more honest. His speech directly is not with metaphors and winged like poems in the Sunday paper that often make the forehead wrinkled.

My order came later. This time it was Kenia who was smiling.

”Tuh, her soul mate has come," Kenia rolled her eyes at the tomyam bowl that was in front of her.

"My question has not been answered" I wondered.

Kenia raised her face and looked at me.

"What questions?"

"Do you like hanging out here?" I asked while scooping a little tomyam sauce, enjoying the sour taste fresh and seeped on the tongue.

"Every once in a while" Kenia replied without looking at me.

"If you, often?' Kenia asked back and this time she looked at me.

"If you used to, when you had a girlfriend, you still have" I answered honestly.

Kenia flabbergasted. Stare at my eyes.

"Oh, when did you still have a boyfriend?" Kenia laughs.

"Not funny either, but laughing" I upset.

"From the first time I met you, I was sure that you were unique!" kenia's voice sounded serious.

According to Kenia again, she had never met a guy who asked for a phone number, but sulked when he wasn't in love. Kenia also said she had only met a man who choked while smoking. Moreover, being nervous and afraid when called by his mother.

I heard what Kenia said. He seemed to repeat the incident when we first met and became acquainted. A while ago.

"Who said I was sulking because I didn't have a phone number?" I refute Kenia's allegations.

Kenia laughed softly.

"I know you're sulking, sulking. Don't mumble!"

"I'm not a forger. If not, yes, already."

"Is that his name?" kenia Eject.

"Give up," I said, giving in.

Without me asking Kenia to finally tell me her phone number and to my surprise she also told me where she lived, what door number and on what floor. It's amazingly bold and open in my opinion. To the person he had not known so well, he dared to open up like that. Ah, Kenie. If I were a psychopath, what would happen to you?

"I believe you" said Kenia as if she knew what was on my mind.

"My line is always right" Kenia smiled.

We talked a lot and opened up to each other. The burden on my mind seemed to disappear without a trace. It turned out to be fun also talking to Kenia. He's a smitten and humorous. I often laugh at it. This was the first time I was so fascinated with a woman. Kenia is smart to set the rhythm of the conversation and always understand the topics discussed so that the atmosphere becomes alive. Compared to Sarah, my ex is passing by! She's beautiful, but she's not as smart as Kenia is when she talks. Maybe due to age and experience. Kenia is attractive, but Sarah is adorable. That's the difference

"How about after you broke up with Sarah, you're like a broken-steering boat now?"

"Maybe," I replied not trying to cover things up.

"Have you dared to fight Mama and become a rebel?"

"What can I do?" lightly said.

Kenia sighed. Stare at my eyes.

"Then you're not unique anymore."

I looked into Kenia's eyes.

"Let's just, the important thing is I got your phone number."

Kenia again hit the back of my hand. Her smile is sweet. I feel close to him.

"I can change numbers" Kenia threatened.

"What about the address of the apartment?" i reminded.

"I can move, right? In this field there are many five-star class apartments and there are several middle class apartments. You'll have trouble finding my tracks" Kenia threatened again.

I'm speechless. Kenia smiles feeling victorious.

"Why silence?"

"Then you do not intend to be friends," I said slowly.

Kenia laughs.

"Let's see, I'd like to be friends with you".

Like a drop of morning dew, Kenia's answer cools my heart. At least the figure of Kenia can cover a little lara in the heart.

"You know not since our first meeting, I've always come to that place. Waiting for you to meet again. I'm sorry why I didn't give you my phone number when you asked. I'm almost desperate, we won't see each other again, but it turns out we've met tonight and it makes me very happy. My wait is not in vain," Kenia closed her sentence with a smile.

I took a breath. Until as soon as Kenia expected a meeting with me. What is so special about a Bono that it is fought so much? Kenia Dinar Ayu's. He's still smiling.

"What makes me so special?" manya curious.

"That's what I call unique. In my eyes you are a rare man!" straightforward Kenia while stopping eating and sipping drinks and then igniting a cigarette.

"Say I'm not unique anymore?"i'm probing.

Kenia puffed out a soft smoke from her nice lips.

"If it is true that you have become another, it is the circumstances that make you what you are today. To me you are still interesting" said Kenia calmly.

"Continue?" many stupid.

Kenia laughed softly as she flicked her cigarette ash.

"Yes, I love having friends like you. Because of your uniqueness."

"You are also unique" I said in praise.

Kenia looked at me with a happy face.

"Oh, huh? Why do you say I'm unique?"

"Because you smoke," I replied innocently.

"Damn it, chirain what?" Kenia laughed as she turned her cigarette butts to the bottom of the ashtray.

That night's meeting had brought me closer to Kenia, an indo-faced woman whose age was comparable to that of Kak Farah. I don't know what he's looking for from me. Maybe he is the same as me, is heartbroken because of the loss of a lover and wants to find a sharing friend. I don't know, but for sure I'm happy to meet and befriend him. A beautiful woman named Kenia Dinar Ayu.*