JUMPING HIGHER
THE MERGE DAY
It's sunday, good to do. Want to sleep all day, go wandering, want to fesbakan or online games. Anyway, just choose. Even if the holidays often I am confused myself to choose which one. Everything's cool, but I think this Sunday I'll just creep. I haven't been out of my house for a long time except for school. If at home I am always washed away by the atmosphere of cyberspace. So my mom labeled me as the robot Mark Zuckerberg, the founder and founder of the famous social networking site Facebook. When I was in my room I was always online and I forgot about the outside world. Asyik himself read comments from friends on facebook, then follow comments on their facebook wall. I like to laugh when I go online, just funny and fun. I think the world is just Facebook. The real world out there is forgotten. Even I did not know that there is a road in the city of Medan which was originally two directions have been changed to one direction. As a result, I got a ticket as fast as possible, even though I had protested why there was no announcement from the city government if the road rules had been changed. The police officer explained that there had been announcements in local newspapers before. I can only grumble in my heart. Wrong yourself why not make an announcement on facebook, so where do I know? Lazy to be ticketed, I thrust out a sheet of twenty thousand, but the Police Officer even glared furiously. I'm yeah, so guts too. What less, huh? Twenty thousand dollars I changed into a sheet of fifty thousand. The police became angry and wrote a ticket. It turns out there are still Polantas who do not like money. Kirain is not there.
Today this week I intend to leave the house just to refresh the brain to get to know the ins and outs of the city of Medan which I have not noticed. Is there a new hangout or what else is trending among teenage kids my age. Anyway I have to go out and find out what changes have happened, but it's too early now, it's only five o'clock. Later thought my mother would picnic, this blind morning is neat-tidy to go. Yeah, had. Waiting a little afternoon just mending me online first. Who knows there is a new girl who is not friends, quite add a collection of cute faces on my facebook. There was once a girl, Bandung's child who attracted attention, then I asked her to be a brother, fortunately she wanted so that the face of the beautiful girl I always found was in the row of the world family mayaku berjubel it. Brother online! Ha-ha ....
"Bonos?" my mom suddenly appeared in my room.
I was shocked and looked. Mama's head was looking at me. Ah, why did I forget to lock the door, huh? Just after taking a shower and dressing I went out of the room, went to the kitchen to make a drink. If you expect Bik Narti, don't expect it! At seven o'clock everything will be on the dining table.
"So early in the morning are you online?" surprised my mother while approaching me.
"Yes, Bono, what else, Ma?" I pretended to be stupid.
"Now it's six in the morning, you can run like Papa. This morning air is still fresh and healthy for the lungs. Running for thirty minutes is enough to make your body fit."
I could hear my mother's explanation, but my eyes were still glued to the computer screen. Responsibility to logout. There was an interesting comment that I had not read everything, the hunt mama appeared suddenly in the room.
"You heard Mama, didn't you, Bono?" mother's voice again.
Uh! This is how it is if I am alone at home so there is no one to spy on my mother other than me. Good Kak Farah, he's far away in Malaysia. Want to stay up all night online no one reprimands it.
"Bono listen, Ma," I replied hesitantly. Mama said anything, right? I thought while remembering.
"What did Mama say?" ask Mama curious.
"So early in the morning are you online?" my answer imitated the words of the mother I still remember.
I glanced at my mom, her face scowling.
“Not what Mama meant."
"So which one, Ma?"
"Run morning! You have to exercise to be healthy!"
"Bono is neat like this? Tomorrow, will you, Ma?" i'm begging.
Mama seemed to wake up and examine my figure from head to toe. There is no reason not to go for a morning run.
"Would you like a picnic?" wonder mama.
"What if you wear nice clothes should be a picnic? Mama's less slang," I commented in response to Mom's question.
"You're the village, early in the morning it's online" bursts mama don't want to lose.
I secretly opened Farah's Facebook and sent a message to her messenger.
Buset sister, I was told to run in the morning with Mama.
Mama who had been moaning and did not pay attention to the computer screen made me have the opportunity to write the complaint to the messenger Kak Farah, my older sister who is in college and living in Malaysia.
"So where do you want to go, it's still early morning it's been neat like this?" ask Mama wonder.
"You go around town, Bono hasn't been out for a long time" I reasoned.
"That's why don't you just have to be hooked!" mama looked at me and left the room.
"Ma?" call me.
Mom stopped and looked.
"What, ask for money? Do you have an ATM?"
“Not about money. Mama told Bono to run like Papa in the morning, right?' tananyaku fishing.
"Why indeed?"
"Mama didn't run in the morning?"
"Today I'm not feeling well!" mama hurried to leave my room.
Suddenly I saw a red mark in the upper right corner of the computer screen, I clicked on the notification icon and there was a notification that Kak Farah had replied to the message I sent. Quickly click the messenger and read the reply from Kak Farah.
Still mending told to run in the morning, rather than told to elope? Wkwkwk ....
A wadidaw! Brother Farah online is also early this morning? If it is now in Medan at five in the morning, in Kuala Lumpur it is six because the time difference is only one hour, but the same is true, six o'clock it is still morning. There were no other activities there, even though Sunday was not in college. It's even fun online. Hhh! This is how my mom ever knew. He thought I was the only robot Mark Zuckerberg, it turns out Brother Farah also followed!
I logged out and turned off the computer, lazily watching Kak Farah. If obeyed, until noon I will not be able to leave the house because the reply comments continue with my sister. He's good, nobody's spying. Well, if I? Mama want to be accompanied? He could have gone in and out of my room a thousand times just to remind me: Bono, don't stay online. Bono, learn so you can be smart like Farah.
Lazy I kept getting whipped up like that. Brother Farah compared to me, yes far away. She inherited my mother's intelligence, if I could only have her dagger talent papa, because she remarried and divorced me. Ha-ha-ha ... Humanly right if men like the same beautiful and clear? Oh yeah, but I'm not a hundred percent basket. The proof is I'm just dating Sarah's sister Bawon. Although now broken up I remain loyal to Sarah and never intend to find a replacement, because hope someday he will return.
At seven o'clock I went out of the room, in the family room met my mother and immediately invited breakfast together. I was dragged into the dining room, my stepfather's dining table was waiting.
"Where are you going in the morning?" ask my stepfather in wonder.
"Say he wants to go around the city" replied Mama.
I sat down and filled the plate with fried rice, beef-eye eggs, emping as well as cucumber and tomato slices.
“Sunday morning like this around town want to see what?" my stepfather's comment.
"Leave it, Pa. Than he nongkrongi facebook continues. So strange person he is," mama replied.
"Gini's still on Facebook?" my stepfather's satire.
Buset, bye! This must be instagram. My narcissistic stepfather! I murmured in my heart. Then looked at the mama who was eating fried rice in front of him.
"Mama also has a facebook account, right?" I was defending myself.
Mama forgot that it was actually Facebook who reunited her with my stepfather now. Try if there is no facebook, where maybe mama married to the man who was once betrothed to her. Abis is one on the island of Java, the other in Sumatra.
"Once upon a time open Facebook, not like you. Night time online continues. Still mending first you like to go out of the house with Bawon and hang out in the real world," said mama at length.
"Now Bawon is busy with his girlfriend" I reasoned.
Indeed, since the relationship of Bawon and Mediana became clear and they agreed to share the heart, when Bawon seized only for his lover's heart. If at school they always go to the canteen together, to the library together. If the holiday is like this they usually go to the bookstore or eat and watch on twenty one, alone. I was often invited to join them, but I had a feeling. The hell time, people dating diekorin?
"And not twenty-four hours Bawon dating and sticking with Mediana?" kilah.
"Yes, but it can't be like it used to be, Ma. Anytime wanna come out the same Bawon can."
"Find another friend is not there, it's just Bawon your friend?"
I'm speechless. Indeed, all this time I was just familiar with Bawon. Though many other friends, but it is not the same as Bawon. He was like a brother to me.
"Here you go, find a girlfriend. Why does your friend Bawon have a girlfriend, you don't?" my stepfather made a sound.
"Mama forbid Bono to date," the mother said.
"Let it go, Ma. Bono's been 17 years?" my step-father said again.
The sip! Now I have a supporter. Not in vain it feels like there is a stepfather like this.
"Sarah is also prohibited from dating her mother," said the mother explained.
"Who, Sarah?" ask my stepfather while looking in wonder at mama.
"Yes, Bono's ex-girlfriend!" mama said while bribing fried rice.
My stepfather turned to look at me. Breakfast stopped the next morning.
"Have you ever dated too apparently?"
"But her courtship is secretly like a maling!" sela mama fast.
Breakfast this morning has cornered me. The story of the past with Sarah told my mother to my stepfather, even about Sarah's reluctance to get engaged to me was said to be all mama without censorship. In the eyes of my stepfather, I am like a man in love with coconuts. I love her, but she's nothing. Apes!