JUMPING HIGHER
KENIA'S CHARM
It was the first morning I woke up and was in a room that was still unfamiliar to me. One of the rooms in Kenia's apartment. I glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand, next to the spring bed. Ten o'clock, five minutes. I slowly got up from the bed and tidied up the bed cover then rushed to the bathroom. The water that poured from the shower flushed my body making the body feel fresh and the sleepiness that was still left vanished in an instant.
After showering and getting dressed, I went out of the room. In the living room Kenia was watching television. Seeing me come she smiled.
"Heavy sleep, huh?"
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"Where are you going?"
"Not going anywhere, but yeah, I need to know myself. Already riding bad luck, even the host who woke up first," said I'm not happy.
"Look out, Bono. Come on, I'll make you breakfast" Kenia went to the kitchen.
I followed. In the kitchen Kenia made two cups of cinnamon black coffee.
"Want toast or cereal?"
"Bread should not be burned" I said.
Kenia gave me a cup of black coffee cinnamon.
"Well what jam, strawberry, peanut or butter?" Kenia looked at me.
"Anything, whatever," I replied as I sipped a little cinnamon-scented black coffee that still tasted hot.
I secretly noticed Kenia smearing bread with strawberry jam. The face of Farah in my mind. He also lives alone there. Of course my sister did nothing herself.
"Aren't you afraid of living alone, Kenia?" ask suddenly.
Kenia looked at me and smiled.
"Fear what?"
"There are many bad people in this world."
Kenia laughs.
"Why aren't you afraid to run away from home?" Kenia finished her work smearing bread with strawberry jam.
"Is it because you think I'm a girl and you're a boy?" Kenia placed a plate containing three buns on the kitchen table.
"Why am I allowed to ride in your place, even though we have not known for a long time. What if I'm a bad guy?" I took a seat in front of Kenia.
Kenia looked me in the eye deeply.
"From the first time I met you, I knew you were a good boy. I believe in you, Bono. Have I ever told you that my instincts are always right?"
Kureguk black coffee.
"So, I don't remember anymore."
"So what do you remember when we first met, at the ringroad dining hall?" Kenia looked at my face.
"You lent me a gas match".
"Only that, our conversation there's nothing you remember?" chase Kenia curious.
Kenia laughed softly. He was happy because there were still words I remembered.
"Yes, because we're only three years old."
"You also said we still deserve to date" I said.
This time Kenia laughed a little loudly.
"Forget it, I'm just kidding."
"What if I take it seriously?"
”Not funny, Bono. Forget it," Kenia got up from her seat.
"Oh yeah, I'm going to college in the afternoon."
"Keep me how?" many confused.
"Just stay here. If you want to come out with the key, I'll give you the duplicate."
Kenia left the kitchen.
***
It's the second day I'm in Kenia's apartment, but even with such a short time, I've been very fascinated with Kenia's figure. Self-reliant, kind, friendly and warm. All this time the women I admired were my mother, Brother Farah and Mediana. Now Kenia's in it. It is only fitting that men are willing to sacrifice their lives for women like them. Suddenly my mother's face. Deep in the heart, I miss him. Really missed ...
"Why daydream?" Kenia came and took a seat next to me.
I shifted a little.
"Again watching television" I said as I stared at the plasma television screen with a home theater device.
"Don't lie, did I see your eyes glare?" Kenia smiled.
I just shut up. Kenia is like mama. Intuition's sharp.
"Oh yeah, instead of dumbass, we go, yuk?" Kenia offers.
”Where?"
"I've been buying paintings for a long time. The walls of this room need a touch of art. Where are you, a nice gallery in this field?"
I remember Giring, my punk friend. Is he a painter? Good then, I haven't seen him in a long time. Thanks to him for the job, the boy was happy.
"Just like my friend, he's a painter."
”OK, we'll just go to your friend's place then."
Kenia got up from her seat and walked towards the room.
"So soon, I'll change my clothes first."
Almost 30 minutes waiting for Kenia to appear in the living room. Women are very attentive to appearance. Do not want to go far, to the stalls alone must use and and first. Minimum use of powder and perfume.
"Come, we go," said Kenia as she stepped.