JUMPING HIGHER
A CALL LETTER FROM THE SCHOOL

Arriving at the teacher's office, I headed straight to Ms. Oca's desk. I saw that he was examining the pile of books on his desk.

”Mother called me? askaku.

Ms. Oca raised her face and looked at me.

Please sit.

I sat in front of Mrs Oca.

You are creative! said Ms. Oca while showing me a book.

The natureak! Is that my English book?

But it's too creative to make you angry!

Meaning, Mom? my question is not to understand.

I told you and your friends to translate Indonesian children's songs into English. You're the only one who writes like this. Do you understand what it means to speak?

I shut up and bowed.

What's this, pok a me a me and this be lay long cope you cope you? continued Ms. Oca with a furious voice.

If you can't be better emptied, it's more I appreciate than you write like this. That's his name you're playing me, Bono!

I don't mean to play games, Mother.

So why do you only write words in English that sound similar to Indonesian?

I just shut up. Want to reason especially.try?

You wait here, I want to talk to the Headmaster! said Ms. Oca while standing up and hurrying away.

It turned out that my prayer asked for a miracle in order to get out of the classroom to avoid punishment from Mr. Alimin, was granted, but this was not a miracle, but it was released from the mouth of a stray tiger into the mouth of a hippopotamus. It's ruined too, Uncle! I must have been punished severely.

Almost fifteen minutes I waited, then Miss Oca showed up again and took me to the principal's room. My body suddenly went limp. Can I ask for a reprieve on the grounds of illness so as not to meet the principal? Like the corruptors, why can they avoid and go for treatment abroad? Dream that I can get such relief. If you make a small mistake, you will immediately get punished. Try if the mistakes are big and done by big people, many reasons can relieve them. Basic cursingupret! Hehehe .. but what does language have to do with corruption, huh? Nothing, ***!

Bono, you I'm legal can't go to school for a week. Tomorrow your parents must see me. This is the letter, said the Headmaster authoritative. He wears a safari shirt. The more haunted in my eyes, like a high official just like.

Want to not, I have to. I received the letter with a heavy heart. Literary language yes, life is reluctant to die, like falling over coconut. Fate of you, Bono. Why look for disease?

Remember, Bono. The letter you should send to your parents should not be the same maid. I don't want to be represented. Your own parents must come to see me. It's up to anyone, Papa or Mama you said Mr. Principal.

Yes, sir, I said. Don't worry, I'll send you this letter with a special flash! Oh, ja. That last word I said in my heart, Mamen!

Returning home from school after changing clothes, I gave the Headmaster a letter to Bik Narti. Let him give it to my mom. If for the business of delivering a letter can be represented, which cannot be come to school. Must be mom or dad. That is what Mr. Headmaster said.

What is this letter, Bono? ask Bik Narti wonder.

From the Headmaster to Mama.

Bik Narti bengong bengong bik. Look at the letter in his hand and look at me in turn.

Stop, Bik. This is the cost, special lightning! I gripped a sheet of fifty thousand into the hands of Bik Narti.

I rushed out. Bik Narti followed me to the courtyard.

Bono, what should Bibik say to Mom?

Just tell me there's a letter from Bono's school. Keep the letter Bibik gave to Mama. Just like that, Bibik's job is done.

Where are you going now? Bik Narti looked at me suspiciously.

Get some wind, Bik! I said while standing on a motorcycle.

Find the wind to escape? bik Narti Syndicate.

What, Bono Corruptor, Bik? angry protests.

This must be a letter of reprimand from school, right? Bik Narti held up the letter in his hand.

Later Bibik will know, I run a motorcycle leaving the yard.

Where you going, Bono?

I stopped the motorbike.

Get out, Bik. Coming along?

Oh, Bono jerky! exclaim Bik Narti.

I laughed and went back to running the bike.

"You haven't had lunch yet, Bono," cried Bik Narti.

Easy, Bik. Bono can eat in the stall."

The matter of delivering the letter from the Headmaster is in order. Calm down a little bit my heart. About how mom reacted, it's business later. If I wasn't home, who would I be angry with? At most Bik Narti is targeted. I'm sorry, Bik. Are you given goban? *