JUMPING HIGHER
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At school, I sat down with Bawon, while Mediana sat with Sri Kustinah. Somehow Bawon asked Sri to move to sit next to me and he himself sat down with Mediana. Because after the completion of SMU, Mediana plans to study in Singapore. He is busy with tutoring now. So naturally Bawon wants to take advantage of that little time left before they are far apart for a long time. I also asked Sri why she was willing to move. When I took his seat, he was angry and misuh-misuh even though I only asked for a day to sit with Mediana, but when Bawon asked him to move the bench, he was angry, he just wants and wants to be willing. Since first entering school, Sri always sat down with Mediana.

Sri Kustinah, the curly-haired girl answered honestly. He said he understood how people who are still mated by the storm of romance feel. Let Bawon and Mediana sit down, it will add to their learning spirit. Ughhhh! The song is Sri, kayak who has experience dating only. Even so I am happy also my brother is the same, because Sri is smarter than Bawon. So in case of an emergency, I can ask him for help. Solving complicated problems. If not, just cheat. What's the trouble, anyway?

"What smile?" Sri looked at me.

“No, I love to see your curly hair" I replied with a smile.

"Don't fight you, Bono!" Sri threw away face.

Cie-cie .. she's angry, but inwardly happy, tuh! Which girl doesn't like to be praised?

"Sri, Sri .." I elbowed his arm.

"What, Bono?" Sri looks upset.

"Anu .. that, anu .. duh! How, huh?"

"What's up, anyway?" Sri Kustinah is angry.

I grinned and scratched my head. Sri seems upset.

"I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time. Even from the first moment you moved to sit next to me."

Sri Kustinah threw her face again.

"Listen to me, Sri."

"Yes, I heard. Just say it," said the curly-haired girl without looking.

"If there's a hard lesson tell me, huh?"

Sontak Sri Kustinah turned to me.

“Nyonce means?"

"Yes, if the language is smooth over technology," I said casually.

"Eatya if you want to be smart must be diligent in learning," Sri grumbled.

"Learn what, now that the teacher is not in?" my protest.

"There are no teachers, we have to learn. Reading and repeating the lesson last week."

Dads argue with smart people. Our dead fleas are made. I picked up the book from the bag along with Bu Oca's entry into the classroom in a hasty step.

"For the children, forgive me for being late," said Ms. Oca as she put her handbag on the table.

The atmosphere of the class suddenly became boisterous by the laughter of classmates. Confused I was. What's so funny, anyway?

"Silence, calm!" Miss Oca hit her desk.

The class became quiet.

"Bono. He honestly forgave me the others might grumble inwardly."

Gee, Tumben Bu Oca is kind. He's usually the cruelest when it comes to dealing with me. If counted there are five times I was expelled from the same class. Today, Ms. Oca's face is even sweeter. I smile. Ms. Oca looked at me.

"Why smile, Bono?"

Oops! Gawat, will be expelled again. Quickly I flipped through the book. I don't know what to look for, I'm confused myself.

"Today's kids I'm asking you to write a speech on global climate change."

Classes are getting quiet. I'm goosebumps. Writing a speech is easy, but the language is. Miss Oca, is she an English teacher? Does he want me to write a speech about global climate change in Indonesian? Where there is hope!

"Mom asks you to work with each of my friends. It will train you to get used to teamwork. Any question?"

All quiet. I don't know if they understand or don't know what to ask. If I were clear. Confused!

"If no one asks, now start working. I'm out for a while" Mrs Oca left the classroom.

"Well, right? Corruption when he," I whispered to Sri.

Sri did not react or respond to my words earlier. He started picking up books and pens, and I was doing the same thing. Sri started writing, I was just dumbass.

"It's a team job, Bono!" sri suddenly said.

"Yes, I know,"

"What do we want to write?" Sri glanced at me.

"That global climate change, what else?" reply sure.

"What is climate change?" go after Sri again.

Hahey! Smart, yes, climate change alone does not understand. English is climate change. The air temperature is getting hotter and said continental ice geologists at the north pole gradually began to melt. Keep the sea level rising and we drown. Wow, horrified if imagined. I shuddered to myself.

"Don't daydream of you, Bono!" Sri surprised.

"This I'm also thinking," I said still cringe at the thought that this land was drowning.