JUMPING HIGHER
HANG OUT with KENIA

Outside I was confused myself not knowing where to go. Usually if I just spend time at the mall, but now it feels like the place has started to saturate me. This is what it is if you don't have many close friends. I have nowhere to look. When I was in confusion, suddenly the tone of the call came into my phone. I slowly stopped the motorcycle and pulled over to answer the call. Yup! Apparently from Kenia.

"Hallo, Kenia?" I greet with a happy heart.

"Where are you?" kenia's voice sounded from across the street.

"On the road."

"Where are you going?"

"Not around, around."

"We'll see you, yuk?"

"Okay, where?" sahutku happy.

"Where's the record?"

"Whatever."

"When it's at Starbuck, how is it?" tawar Kenia's.

"Starbuck a lot, which one?"

"Whatever that is,"

Butet! Uh, busret! Want to meet, what's the fight, huh? Finally we agreed near Kenia's apartment. It's good luck again. In the midst of my confusion, Kenia called and asked to meet. Time won't feel alone and talk to Kenia. There was something interesting he was talking about. Kenia does have a wide association when compared to me. Kenia's figure was able to dampen Sarah's charm in my eyes. First love is hard to forget, but it won't haunt you forever. A Kenia Dinar Ayu has thrown Sarah's dominance in my mind. Time will heal wounds and I believe in that wise sentence.

Love can make people good or bad. I felt like I had become evil because of my love for Sarah who was not fulfilled. Evil because I have dared to fight my mother who I have so much respect for. I don't know, why few people are able to accept the situation when their love story fails. Many even become confused and end their lives by suicide. That feeling of love is amazing. There is nothing so powerful as to move people to survive or die, except the feeling of love.

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In Starbuck I ordered toffe nut frappuccino while Kenia chose toffe nut latte. The conversation started from funny stories and small things that Kenia experienced. In fact, he also told me about a neighbor in his apartment, a man named Soriano who was married, but always tried to find opportunities to tempt Kenia.

"The man is a drunk!" cibir Kenia's.

”Drunk?" i'm making sure.

"Yes, every night he comes home late and often knocks on the door of my apartment" Kenia said with a smile.

"He knocked when there was a bell on the door of the apartment" continued Kenia again.

”The name is also drunk people?" I followed the smile.

I know that he pretended to be wrong to knock on the door. As drunk as people must be he knows the door number of his own apartment. Unless she's unconscious, I just believe she doesn't remember anything.

"Keep that already?" manya curious.

"I forced him to open the door and told him to leave before I called the apartment security officer."

"Why not threaten to call his wife?"

"He was naughty with you?"

"Always, even dare to sleep too."

"That's the risk of beautiful people! Especially living alone in an apartment" I commented.

"Am I pretty?" Kenia looks at.

"Lumayan," I replied teasingly.

Kenia laughed at my answer. Though anyone must admit that Kenia is a beautiful and almost perfect woman. Even a drunk like the man named Soriano, getting drunk because of Kenia's beauty charm.

"What about your girlfriend?" asked Kenia to switch the conversation.

"My love?"

"Yes, ex. Still meet him?"

"Never again."

"You're not a school?"

"Different. I'm in school with his brother."

Kenia looked at my face. Observed like that, I became rowdy as well.

"Why look at it like that?" I try to get out of discomfort.

q1"You are heartbroken for sure" said Kenia lightly.

"So much more heartbreak than a broken leg?" my mouth is not lost lightly.

Kenia laughs. Daggle.

"Why, laugh?" many confused.

Surprisingly, why are there still in the digital age today men can be heartbroken? muttered Kenia while sipping toffe nut latte.

"Why wonder, because of the internet only people are now killing themselves," I said annoyed. Heartbroken people are connected to the times.

"If only there were a man who was heartbroken because of me. Uh, how I felt it had become so precious," Kenia's gaze laughed.

"Surprisingly, how happy is anyone to be heartbroken because of you?" I looked at Kenia in surprise.

”Not happy, but if there is a man who is heartbroken means his love is love dead, love that is truly from the heart," Kenia reasoned.

I don't fully justify Kenia's words. What is the point of loving with all our heart if that is the reward?