JUMPING HIGHER
THE NEW OCCUPANTS OF KAK FARAH'S ROOM
I went to school and finally skipped a week using false recommendations. Mr. Marudut Tampubolon, the homeroom teacher, was surprised to see me in the classroom. He asked why the doctor recommended a full month's rest, but I showed up at school when I had just had a week's rest. My brain started looking for the right reason to answer. I said the doctor misdiagnosed her. After re-examining it turned out that there was no crack in my knee bone, so the letter of recommendation for a month's rest was null and void. Indeed, if to kelit, my stupid brain is smart not to play. Mr. Marudut Tampubolon was also bearded to hear my explanation. Whether he believes it or not, it's up to him.
In the classroom that morning I didn't see Mediana and Bawon. Where are they, why can't they come in? I stared at the empty bench that Bawon and Mediana used to sit on. I'm not sure if Mediana skipped school, I don't know if Bawon. Although once in a while, but the boy did like to skip as well. Was he the one who seduced Mediana into truancy?
"Why, surprised to see Mediana and Bawon not go to school?" Sri who sat down with me opened her voice.
"Do you know where they are?" manya curious.
”Bawon accompanied Mediana to KNIA," Sri said .
”KNIA? Why?" I'm more curious.
"It's just that you're Mediana's foster sister, but you don't know anything about her. Mediana's mother wants to move to Batam" Sri explained.
"Catam? What'd her mom want to move there?" I wondered in my heart.
"Where aren't you coming?" i wonder.
"In a moment we'll have a final exam. Mediana stayed in Medan. Oh yeah, I hear he's gonna stay at your house, huh?"
Well, all this time I was too engrossed with myself so as not to know the development that occurred, but fortunately Sri Kustinah, a close friend of Mediana know a lot. She told me that her mother Mediana was trusted by her employer to run a branch of the newly opened Cake & Bakery store in Batam. Maybe he saw Mediana's mother who had been working at one of her cake shops, was already deserving of a promotion. It's great! I'm so happy to hear that.
"So you've been home a lot?" sri asked after she told a long story about the transfer of Mediana's mother to Batam.
"Yes, every day I wander. Go home early in the morning."
"Say you're Mama's son?" sindir Sri's.
"Who said?"
"Yes, our friends are at school. Now that you're a bad boy apparently," Sri insinuated.
"Yes, I'm naughty, but never eat people's money!" I said defend myself.
"What connection?" Sri looked at me confused.
"My bad is ordinary, it can still be forgiven. If a mischievous official nilep money the people and splash with his family and cronies, that's unforgivable except with a hanging!" seruku.
"Lazy I'm talking about the office. Later hit by the article of defamation," Sri looks shy and afraid.
"Great of you, Bono. Clever too, by the way, don't expect a stupid brain like you know also about the office!" Sri sneered.
"Yes, my brain is stupid, but my conscience is still tight! Why is it smart like you but have aspirations to be corrupt?" reply scoffed.
"Just do you accuse me of that!" Sri grumbled in annoyance.
”That's proof you have aspirations to be a civil servant, right?"
"Refault! Where did I say that?!" Sri is upset.
I laugh. Indeed, about the ideals of Sri it is just my essay. I thought she wanted to be a flight attendant. Do not know also, flight attendants what is a night train stewardess majoring in Medan Rantau Prapat. Ha-ha-ha ....
"I know your ideals," I said casually as I glanced at Sri who was sitting next door.
"So what?" Sri.
"So the Sri Bilah executive train stewardess, majoring in Medan-Rantau Prapat!" connect quickly.
”Contact you, Bono! Sri kicked my leg under the table.
”The hood is a corruptor who likes to harden people's money," I replied relaxed.
Sri scowl. I'm still smiling.
"What are you talking about, Bono, Sri?" Mr. Marudut Tampubolon rebuked us.
"The lesson is hard, sir," I replied lying.
"Either if you do not understand ask the Father, do not you guys who stumble there," Mr. Marudut walked to our table.
"What do you want to ask, which part of the lesson is difficult?" Mr. Marudut asked me.
I'm just grinning. What I want to ask, I don't know.
”Sri , sir," I elbowed Sri.
I had to dispose of the body by scapegoating Sri . What can I do. He's smarter than me, use that intelligence to ask questions. Suddenly my leg hurt like something was pressing. Uh! Apparently under the table Sri stepped on my feet with all her might.