JUMPING HIGHER
ALL BECAUSE, SARAH!

When I was in my room, my phone rang. There's a call from Sarah. Ah, he again. Still not satisfied, did you hurt me?

"Yes, hello .." I answered Sarah's phone.

"How are you?" a soft voice sounded Sarah in my ear.

"Lie if I say well" I answered honestly.

"If it's wrong, Ca, apologize" he said slowly.

"Who was that guy, your boyfriend?" manya curious. It's so easy he forgot me.

"Oh, forget what it used to be. We can still be friends, right?" sarah said across the street.

"Why did you keep me from sending messages?" ask me for heartache.

"Ca, afraid she's jealous".

"Oh, so? Why call me now?"

"Just want to apologize and Ca hopes we will be friends" said Sarah slowly.

"What kind of friend?" my chase.

Silent. There was no answer Sarah.

"You forget me so quickly, "I'm disappointed.

"I'm sorry, Ca ..”

Phone connection disconnected.

Yes, I forgive you .. I murmured to myself. Responding to Sarah's apology.

Despite the pain and disappointment, I want to forgive Sarah. If I really love, I should be happy if Sarah finds happiness in her chosen man. Come, Bono. You must be strong. This love can't kill you.

***

About ten minutes late, the picket teacher should have banned me from going to school, but on the grounds that a motorcycle tire leaked on the road and had to be patched, the picket teacher would have allowed me to enter. What can I do, forced to lie because I fear my list of absences is increasing. It could affect my test scores later.

I went to class while the other children were busy doing the tasks given by the English teacher. Transferring Indonesian children's songs into English. Creative is indeed teachers now to make quayeng students. All sorts of children's songs are recited. Is there no other task?

Since you were late for class, I gave you the task of translating two children's songs into English! said Ms. Rosa who we usually call Bu Oca.

Uh! One song can't be, it's asked for two more. I grumbled in my heart. While taking out the book from inside the bag, my eyes glanced left right. Shucks! At perseverance everything is like a composer writing song lyrics. I'm rattled. Think over. What song to write, huh?

Come, Bono. Start doing not just dumb! exclaims Miss Oca.

I started looking for form. Usually if it gets cornered again like this, my stupid brain can be very creative. That's according to my own judgment, whether it's someone else's judgment. Ah, you fool. I have the idea now.

Poke a me a me

Be lay long cope you cane you

Tea poke addict van die

The oh tan dock code a

Ball On Que's

Ball on que are the lime

Rope a rope a war nanny

He jaw cone ing club you

Me roach mood a than be row

Let's use ball on he jaw

Tarts!

Hat tea que sung at cat chow

Ball on que thing go all am pad

The que pay gang

A rat a rat

When Ms. Oca asked all the students to collect the task of translating Indonesian children's songs into English, I also did not want to miss. Wrong is the business later that is important to submit two songs that have been said that. Task completed. Usually teachers like to be angry if we do not want to try, but if they are desperately doing the task given, they will forgive if our work is wrong.

After Bu Oca's hour was completed, the class was filled by Mr. Alimin Nasution, a math teacher who was ruthless comparable to the Japanese invaders. I pray that a miracle will get me out of class. What article? The reason is that the homework he gave me last week has not been completed.

The classroom door was knocked by Bu Novianti the school administration staff, he entered and immediately approached Mr. Alimin. I saw them talking about something, I don't know what. Hopefully Mr. Alimin Nasution has important business so he has to leave class. Hhh! Hopefully so.

Bono, you called Ms. Rosa to the teacher's office, Mr. Alimin's voice sounded like a thunderbolt.

The whole class looked at me. Uh! What, the wrong address? Surprisingly, even I was called instead of Mr. Alimin, but thankfully, it means I survived the unfinished homework problem.

I stepped out of the classroom accompanied by the astonished gazes of my classmates. Let alone them, I was astonished. What's the matter until Miss Oca calls me at study time. There must be something so important, but what, huh? I continued to walk down the school hall following Bu Novianti who walked first in front of me.

What's up until I get called, Mom? I was curious about Bu Novianti.

I don't know either, Bu Novianti replied as he continued.