JUMPING HIGHER
STRANDED ON THE ROAD

Now only I know that the sky is high after no longer in the shade of mama. I used to feel that everything could be achieved, anything to ask the mother, a little reported mama. Everything's gonna be okay with mom, but now? My stomach just asked for breakfast I can't fulfill it, let alone ask for four perfectly healthy five? Even though for me five is still the value of the block which is red. It should be eight smarts, ten geniuses! Hehehe .. digelantur, understanding the daydreams of the flaccid people.

I still keep walking down S Street. Parman to the Petisah market. Why am I heading to this place? It is simple, because Petisah is a market place to sell. Anything is there and of course do not miss the food seller. Now the way to get that food is all I have to think about. In a big city it is impossible to get food for free if not a miracle. Where will the miracle come from? Yes, from God, where else would you like to come from? Basic man, if again difficult, hungry, stricken by disaster, all new to remember God. He called his name solemnly. As if tomorrow will die, but if you are happy a little, boro-boro remember. Donate at most a thousand, ask to be prayed for in heaven again. Cheap, amir?

Early in the morning, I stood near the ice vendor. A young man in jeans, a t-shirt and wearing a caping hat. It's not matching. He should be wearing a pet hat, but is it important he can be invited to do business or not? I glanced at him and he glanced at me. I threw away my thoughts and weighed. I had read the writing on his wheelbarrow: Es Dawet Ayu from Banjarnegara. It's great! Banjarnegara people use from? Whatever it is, it means he is from Java and I have to call him mas, if necessary use Raden so he is happy and can be invited to do business.

In the name of the Most Merciful, Most Merciful God, I approached the ice-cart of Dawet. Throwing smiles, smiles people hold hunger. The ice vendor smiled back while nodding his head.

"Es dawet, Mas?" friendly bargain.

I'm closer to Si Mas, the ice vendor.

"Mas, would you like to buy some jeans, wouldn't you?" my question while whispering was afraid to be heard by the girl and her mother who was enjoying the ice dawet, sitting on a long bench not far from the trading wagon.

The ice vendor slipped, looking at me with a smile, but in shock. Come on, what kind of smile is that? Yeah, it looks like a water-cushioned goat. Surprised, because goats where anyone likes to take a bath, right?

"Cellies jeans?"

"Yes, Mas. 501 Original", I said expectantly.

"What's that, lottery number?"

"This Mas Si, still likes putting up tail numbers, huh? Look out, you know, not coming to jail," I said annoyed. How about running to the lottery, anyway?

"So what does 501 mean?"

"That's the brand of jeans I want to sell to Mas."

"Kok, is the brand weird?"

Golly, dah. The hell time, the famous jeans brand so he did not understand? Later if I mention it in full said disguised ads? Ah, let's just say who knows can share from the jeans manufacturer. Pretty, right?

"Levis 501, it's strange that Mas doesn't know," I cried in surprise.

"Oooh, lepis?" the ice vendor smiled.

"Yes, Mas. Lepis legit," I smiled happily. At the very least, there is hope to earn money by selling jeans in my backpack.

"Our postures are not much different. It must be good for Mas."

"It's the result of a thief who has his own" he asked.

"Yes, have it yourself, Mas. Cook me a nutty look?"

“Halah, that's what helps country money, her face is nice?"

Really, too, huh? This Smart Si Mas. Opo ra pinter's. Wong while waiting for the buyer of the dawet ice, used to read the newspaper. He must have wiped the faces of those corruptors. Uh! If the shadow looks corruptor past again laper-laper like this, want to feel nyedot mbun-gambunnya. Consider it again nyruput young coconut ice.

"How much money is this going to sell?"

“Nopek aja, Mas"

“Nopek how much is it?"

How much, huh? I've heard, but I forget how much. Well, failed the story if the business looks like this. I grin while scratching my pants pocket. Will empty spring again this stomach! Suddenly my stomach rang crisps, Si Mas ice seller dawet joined in to hear it. He looked at my stomach.

“Laper yes, Mas?" tanyanya. I know it sounds like it is still happening again.

"Yes, I'm out of money. Want to buy some jeans?"

"What sale, Mom?"

"Two hundred."

“Thousand?"

"Yes, two hundred silvers?"

"If you buy new money that much dapet two, Mas."

"Yes, flying horse stamp jeans!" fierce say. Where the stomach is hungry again, the innate will be angry. Grrh..!