JUMPING HIGHER
TATTOOIST

I laughed happily because I managed to get back. Kenia stopped the car and I rushed to open the door and then got into the car.

I opened the car window and waved at the sleigh.

"Oh yeah, bro. Not porsche, but porsche!" I rectified Giring's remark about the brand of Kenia car he called earlier.

"Like it, bagudung!" shouted Dribbed annoyed.

I closed the window. In the car, Kenia and I laughed.

"Your friend is weird!" said Kenia in the remains of her laugh.

"How to dress and how to look?" I looked at Kenia.

”Not that, but also his words. I don't have manners,"

"Although his heart is so good," I said defending sleigh.

"What's okay?"

"Despite living on the streets, but he never bothers others, look for money also in a halal way."

"So painter? Tattoo Painters?" cibir Kenia's.

"He doesn't rob or sell drugs. So tattoo painters aren't banned, are they?"

Kenia was silent and did not respond. He looked at the road and drove carefully. I'm quiet too. My mind drifted home. Mama, Bik Narti, Bawon, Mediana and Sarah. Ah, I've thrown myself away from them. Suddenly Kenia opened the window of the car and took a cigarette and lit it. I tried to shut down the car's AC, but Kenia stopped it.

"Leave it."

I stopped turning off the AC and leaning on the back of the soft car seat. Kenia's cigarette smoke slapped my face. The scent of Dunhill Lights penetrated my sense of smell. Smoking is dangerous and deadly, but if you're addicted, it's hard to quit.

"May I ask for a stick?"

"Take it," said Kenia without looking.

***

We arrived at the apartment at seven. Kenia told me to take a shower and then I planned to go downstairs to dinner at the restaurant. When I finished the bath, dressed neatly and went out of the room, I got Kenia on the phone. Seeing me coming, he gestured with his hand for me to go back into the room. Although it felt strange, I just complied. I slowly turned around and went into the room. Not until five minutes, the door was knocked and Kenia's voice called out to me. I opened the door.

Kenia's face looks different. Like something was worried about.

"Bono, sorry. You can't stay here tonight."

"Okay, it's okay. I can stay at a friend's house."

Kenia looked at my face. He wanted to say something, but he canceled it. I hurried to get my backpack and left the room without making a sound. Kenia followed. When I got to the apartment door, Kenia gave me the money and I turned it down.

I did not have a penny, yesterday spent to pay a taxi to Kenia's apartment and the ATM card I accidentally left at home. Let Mama know that I can live without her money, but now I have the reality of an incredibly scary life. Alone outside with no place to live and money!

"Take, Bono. You must need it" said Kenia still forcing me to accept the money.

"No, thank-you.”

I walked down the corridor of the apartment, not knowing where to stay tonight. I have no friends except on Facebook. Do I have to knock on Bawon's door my best friend? What about her sister, Sarah? Uh! I don't want to see the woman who left me.

"Later to call you, Bono!" kenia shouted from the door of her apartment.

I don't care about Kenia anymore. Now that she's a stranger to me, Kenia is the same as my friends in cyberspace. Full of mystery. Can't guess who they really are. I continued down the corridor to the elevator door. At the elevator door I came across a fat man who had just climbed up from the bottom floor. He's a drunk, Soriano!

"Eh, where are you going to get your backpack?"

'I don't know" I replied curiously.

"You expelled Kenia, huh?"

I lazily responded and stepped towards the elevator door, but the fat man pulled my arm. The elevator door closed.

"Here you go, you're gonna need a place to stay. Come on, to my place. Come on!"

I followed like a buffalo on my nose. After all, I have no purpose to go to, so the drunk man's offer is still profitable for me, at least for tonight.

"We're talking about Kenia" Soriano said as he stepped down the corridor of the apartment.

I just shut up.

“Come on, don't hesitate. We're friends now, OK?" Soriano was excited.

"Thank you" I answered briefly.

I'll ask you a lot, don't mind, right? Soriano smile. His round cheeks increasingly look like a bakpao.

"What's the matter, Om?" many wonder.

"Ah, don't call, Om. Just call me, Bro. Ok?"

"Ba-good, Bro .... "

"Well, that's fun!"

We arrived in front of Soriano's apartment. The fat man took the key and opened the door. He was whistling indistinctly, no idea what song. He seems happy to be able to take me. He thinks I know a lot about Kenia.