JUMPING HIGHER
RECOLLECTING

Suddenly I remembered Kenia. Doesn't he live in an apartment? Maybe she'll accept me to stay in her apartment for a while, before I get a place to live on my own. I'm sure Kenia would be kind enough to help. With a definite step I got out of the pool bus. Looking for a bodong taxi without an argometer, but playing bargain.

It's almost an hour before I get to Kenia's apartment. The traffic jams made the distance even longer, but I didn't have to be afraid to pay more, because the taxi I was riding didn't use an argometer. So want to jam two days and two nights is also a risk of taxi drivers, who told not to use the meter? I went down with a tired and crumbling body, stepping into the apartment area, but security guards kept me at the entrance.

"Where are you going, brother?" reprimand friendly security officers.

"To a friend's place."

"Are there any promises?"

"Not yet, sir."

"What's his name and who lives on what floor?"

”Name as Kenia, but I forgot what floor she lived on."

"Wait a minute" the security guard walked into his post.

It's hard to go to Kenia's place, like just to see the president. I grumbled in my heart. Without shame, I sat in the head of the security post. It was tired of waiting. Especially all day I was dangling until my body felt weak and sleepy. It is amazing how good it is to be in bed listening to a song.

"Whose full name, brother?" the chief security officer looked up from inside the post.

"My name?" I'm not excited.

"Your friend's name?"

"Kenia Dinar Ayu."

"If your name?" ask the security officer again.

"My name is Bono."

"Wait a minute" the security guard appeared busy in his post.

It just feels how bad if in this life we have no one. Alienated and alone. I remembered the house and imagined the faces of my mother, stepfather, Mediana and Bik Narti alternately playing in my mind.

"Just come from far away, huh?" suddenly the security guard was near me.

I looked up and raised my face.

"Not too far, sir."

"From this field also means?" ask the security officer to investigate.

"Yes, Sir. I'm from Medan. Father of the Medan people too, huh?" tanyaku. Than no material to talk about?

The security officer did not answer. Maybe he doesn't like my question.

"Don't sit in an empery like that, it's not nice to see people. Just wait in the post. Your friend will be down soon."

I hurried to stand up. It's good to hear that Kenia wants to come see me. Ah, he's a real friend. It turns out that besides being beautiful, Kenia is also good-hearted. Blessed is the man who will win his heart. Shortly after, Kenia shows up at the apartment security post.

"How are you, Bono? Why not call if you want to come?"

Kenia's hospitality made my heart even more calm. The night had come down when Kenia came to pick me up back then.

"Where did you come from, where did you bring your backpack?" kenia asked in surprise when we had just stepped out of the security post.

"I was kicked out of the house."

"Dicted?!" Kenia was surprised.

”You've been hitching a ride at your place for a few days, can you?"

"Why were you expelled?" search Kenia.

"Because I'm naughty" I answered frankly.

We took the elevator to the seventh floor. Along the way I told Kenia everything and our conversation stopped when we were at the door of Kenia's apartment.

"Come in" Kenia opened the door for me.

”Hallo, beautiful! Any guests tonight apparently?" a man came over, I don't know where he came from. So suddenly.

"He's my friend, Om! Get out of the house, said" Kenia relaxed.

"Oh, huh? Then you're a shelter for people to stop by, dong?" the fat man mocked Kenia.

I didn't react even though I was stared at by that fat man. Hhh! I think I'm just turning. Who is it, him?

"Om, how? Not invited in?"

"If drunkenness is forbidden to enter!" kenia said while closing the door.

Kenia Apartment is like a hotel. The interior is nice and the furniture is also luxurious. I was amazed at where Kenia lived. It was comfortable, but my feelings were disturbed by that sickly fat man.

"Who's that guy outside?" manya curious.

"That's what I told you about, the drunk who loves to seduce me. Name's Soriano. Remember, no?" Kenia smiled.

I'm nodding. Yeah, I've heard stories about that drunk.

"It's a good thing I didn't go, you could be lying out there. Why didn't you call me?"

”I left my phone at home."

Kenia smiled. He walked across the living room.

"Come here!"

I walked over to Kenia.

"This is your room" Kenia opened the room door and went inside. I followed.

”It's the wardrobe, it's there the bathroom. All the toiletries are inside.

"Thank you, Kenia," I was moved.

"Now you take a shower, after that we go down for food. Below is a restaurant, a cafe. All of us hanging out. Let's take a quick shower," Kenia moved out of the room.

It's incredible Kenia. People who have known for a long time are not necessarily as good as he would accept me hitchhiking in his place. All my life I will always remember this kindness. After taking a shower and getting dressed, I went out of the room and found Kenia watching the television in the living room. Seeing me out of the room, Kenia hurriedly turned off the television equipped with a home theater device.

"Now we have dinner. I'm hungry too" Kenia stood up from her seat.

We're down to the ground floor. The atmosphere of this apartment environment is deliberately designed all in one. Residents do not need to leave their apartments for any purpose. Everything is in one complex. Restaurants, cafes, banks, supermarkets, salons and there is also a fitness center.

Tonight it was Kenia who chose the menu for me. He said I would love it, because it was his favorite meal. I agree with whatever Kenia chooses. There is no harm in pleasing this good woman.

"You must like it" Kenia smiled sweetly.

When the order came I was just gawking. The name is cool, spaghetti bolognaise, Italian food, but I think it looks more like Mie Aceh.

"What's your next plan, Bono?"

"Not know."

"If you don't go to school, what do you want to be?"

I looked at Kenia's face. Kak Farah is studying in Malaysia. Kenia is as old as my sister.

"I want to find a job, school can be later, later after I can find my own money."

Kenia laughs.

"What do you want to work for? Many scholars are unemployed. Moreover, you haven't finished SMU."

"I can pull a motorcycle rickshaw," I'm sure.

”Ngot too happy if you pull a rickshaw," Kenia smiled.

"Why, rickshaw rickshaw is also halal, right?"

"Indeed halal, but are you not ashamed of your friends or even meet your Mama on the street? Far away from home, just a rickshaw puller?" Kenia laughed amusedly.

I was silent to Kenia's words. Right too. If the same mom I am not ashamed even proud to be able to show her that I can find my own money. How about Bawon and Mediana, let alone Sarah? They must have said that I was like a dead rat in a rice barn. Like a chick losing a brood. Where will my handsome face be placed?

“You sure, want to be a motorcycle rickshaw puller?" ask Kenia again.

I grinned while scratching my head

"Yaaa .. actually sure not sure either," I said doubtfully.

Kenia laughed in a wink.

“Means if you talk do not origin nyeplos, dodol!”

Kenia laughed while patting my hand.*