JUMPING HIGHER
GET OUT OF THE HOUSE

At one in the morning I went home, even though the atmosphere was quiet, but still I entered carefully so as not to cause a noise that could wake my mother. After entering the motorcycle, I entered the kitchen through the connecting door in the garage. Before heading to the room, I took the time to make a cup of cappuccino. It is good to warm the stomach after a night of wandering. Finished making my drink move with tiptoed steps and sagging, just like a ninja swordsman. When passing in the family room suddenly lights up brightly. Mama's standing by the light switch. Not playing surprised me. Gawat, here!

"Now Mama asked, what do you want, Bono?" mom's voice sounded so flat.

I was silent not daring to look at the sharp look of my mother. That's how he gets angry. Mama never pecked and used bulging eyes like in soap opera stories. Even so, I am still afraid of being made.

"You're not allowed to go to school for a week, for playing with an English teacher. Tomorrow I have to see your Principal," your voice still sounded flat and calm.

I'm still quiet. My hand felt sore holding the cup that contained a cappuccino.

"Mama doesn't know what to say. You're not like the Bono you used to know."

Suddenly my stepfather appeared in the living room.

"It's late at night, Ma. Tomorrow morning we will talk about it. Bono must be tired and sleepy."

"What sauce, wander?" sahut mama without looking at my stepfather who was standing nearby.

"Alright, Ma. Talk about it in the morning" said my stepfather again.

"No, Mama wants to finish tonight. My mother has been quiet for too long. Bono, if you still want to live in this house, follow Mama's rules. Be the good kid you used to be or get out of this house."

"Don't do it, Ma," my stepfather interrupted my mother.

"Mama is tired!"

Then my mother left the family room.

"Don't put it to heart, Bono. Your mama's upset, tomorrow she's pulling her words back. Now go to sleep" said my stepfather trying to calm down.

It was like a dream to hear my mom say that. I stepped into the room with an erratic feeling. Why did Mom throw me out of the house? Is my mistake unforgivable? Ah, nevermind. If it calms you down, I have to leave this house. I'm a boy, afraid of what? I can live anywhere. Despite feeling sad, disappointed and hurt, I packed my clothes and put them in my backpack. Tomorrow morning I have to leave the house. Good bye everyone.

***

In the morning after mama, papa and Mediana left the house, I rushed over. Before leaving I went to Bik Narti who was washing dishes in the kitchen.

"Bik, Bono wants to go."

Bik Narti looked.

"Where are you going, you're not going to school?"

"What are you being punished for?"

"Already, Bik. Lazy Bono story about school."

"Where do you want to carry a backpack? Wanna go up the mountain?"

"Bono expelled Mama".

Bik Narti was surprised. He stopped washing dishes.

"Bibik doesn't believe me, Bono. That mother loves you very much. He always told Non Mediana, same Bibik, if you were his favorite child".

"That was it, Bik. Not anymore.”

Although Bik Narti tried to persuade me not to leave, but I was heartened to leave the house. Yesterday night, my mom kicked me out. Want especially?

"Bono go, Bik," I greet Bik Narti.

It was sad to see Bik Narti's teary eyes too. She took care of me since I was a child and I always respected her. He must have felt lost. I really am too. Once I get out of this house, I will also lose a lot of memories. A great deal.

"Don't bring a motorcycle, Bono?" Bik Narti followed me to the courtyard.

"No, Bik. The bike was bought with Mama's money."

"But the motorcycle was bought for you?"

”Nothing, Bik. Let it be left behind."

"Don't leave for long, Bono," said Bik Narti sadly.

I just smiled as I opened the gate and rushed out. Bik Narti closed the gate again.

"Be careful, Bono. Give word often," said Bik Narti from behind the gate.

***

It turned out that my unanimous determination to leave the house, became flattened after being outside. I've been sitting at the bus stop for hours, but I don't know which one to ride. Worse still, I have no purpose to go to. The shadow of the homeless sleeping in the storefront in my mind. Will my fate end like that? Finally I decided to go to the inter-provincial bus pool, on Sisingamangaraja street. Maybe I should just go to Yogya, stay at the sewah house, but when I get to the pool bus, I get confused. Where to buy tickets? Didn't I just bring a wallet containing several tens of thousands of my pocket money, while the ATM card I accidentally left at home? Uh! The world is getting narrower. In the afternoon I stayed in the bus pool. People come and go alternately, only I am still sitting confused myself. Where are you going now?