JUMPING HIGHER
WRONG MAN

Just getting down from the car, I had already caught the figure of Leaning walking towards us who was still standing near the car.

"That's my friend."

"Which one?" ask Kenia curious.

"That's wearing black, mohawk-haired tights."

"That's it, punk?" kenia is confused.

"What if it's a punk? He has skills, even if he looks like that."

”Will see ..." said Kenia unsure.

”Gir!! The sleigh!" I called out to him while waving my hand.

The sleigh that was walking towards us looked at me. The boy hurried, walked over. Me and Kenia were still standing by the car.

"How are you, Bro?" I held out my hand.

"Good, Bro!" The sleigh welcomes my hand and pulls it up and crosses her grip in my hand, like a military-style commando greeting.

"This is Kenia" I introduced Kenia to the sleigh.

"Kenia, this is my friend's sleigh," I also introduced Giring to Kenia.

Shearingly stared at Kenia's eyes. His face was flat without a smile. Kenia snuggled beside me and I felt that my arm was held tightly by her.

”Jalmi ieu meuni nyingsieunkeun tea," whispered Kenia to me.

"Well, Sundanese, huh? Pretty good times!" Dribbled smile.

Buset, bye! Listen to him too what Kenia whispered to me.

”Bro, I want to talk business with you," I said, trying to distract herding.

The sleigh turned to look at me.

"What business?"

"Kenia needs a painting so I'm looking for you, you're a painter. Make a good painting, about the easy price," I said at length.

"How, Ken? Price is no problem, right?" I looked at Kenia.

"I-iya, yes ..it doesn't matter, but it's a good painting, whatever it takes. The scenery can be, the cat picture can also be," Kenia smiled timidly looking at the sleigh. He still holds my arm tight.

"You heard it for yourself, didn't you, Bro?" my words reinforce Kenia's intentions.

"Why, Bro?" many wonder.

"Who said I was a painter?" Giring.

"You said it yourself. Remember not when I almost ran over because I crossed the road carelessly and finally we talked at the stop?" I pointed towards the stop in front of the campus of Panca Budi University.

Dribble smiling clumsy. Missing the impression of his evil Punk Son.

"I'm actually a tattoo painter" said Giring still with a clumsy smile.

Huh uh?! Tattoo painters? I was surprised and glanced at Kenia. The indo-faced girl who was still tightly attached beside me was just grinning while holding her laugh. I also smile. The real shame on Kenia. Benai kite if begian story en, abah long! Haha ...

"That's why you heard my explanation back then, bro. Don't play live, I don't know what a painter I am, "Cring a protest. I'm speechless. Basic, Wa tu si gonglang.

"So how, huh?" I was confused as well.

"Do you want a tattoo?" ask Clearing to Kenia.

”No ah, thank you," Kenia tugged at my arm. It seems he's signaling me to leave immediately.

Beautiful times your chick, Bro. You should be heartbroken if you lose him. Now that you guys are dating again apparently, Clearing laughed.

”Not he's the one I told you about."

"That means you're a first-class playboy. Break one can be a thousand!" The dribble laughed again.

"Yes already. Bro. We unplug first. Later I will come here again," I said goodbye. Kenia had also been forcing us to leave immediately.

"Your motorbike is good too, Porse!" Dribble touching and stroking the car wall.

”Not a motor, a car!" kenia said as she hurriedly opened the car door.

"Said the Medan people are indeed that big cake, baby?" Herding rolled her eyes teasing Kenia.

Kenia asked me for the car keys and opened the door and hurriedly got into the car.

"White and smooth times your chick, bro. Flies can also slip if perched on his skin," Dribble seductive smiles.

"He's not my girlfriend, bro. Just friends. Oh yes, the fly may not want to stick on his skin," I responded to Giring's remark, about Kenia's skin which he said was white and smooth.

"Why?" this time the face looks serious.

"When he goes, where do you want the same fragrant flies?" I answered back teasing.

”Kambiang is a waang!" Dribble punched me slowly in the stomach.