JUMPING HIGHER
NOT AN ORDINARY WOMAN

At seven in the night I sneaked out of the house without asking Mama for permission. I was asked all sorts of questions if I said I wanted to go. Mama must be chatty, because now is not a holiday night. I sneakily pulled the motorcycle out of the garage hoping not to get caught.

When I was out of the house, I ran a motorcycle slowly and then stopped for a while at the end of the road, buying a pack of cigarettes in a mini market. After that, drive the motorcycle without a definite purpose. The atmosphere of the city was crowded and I was winding around the streets, looking for gaps between other vehicles. Was in the crowd that night.

Tired and confused twirling uncertain direction finally I arrived at the ringroad area. There are many places to eat in this area. Then I decided to enter a food stall and order green noodles. While waiting for the order to come, my mind drifted far away. Sarah's face flashed across the eye patch. I don't know why it all feels so far away. Home, Mom, Mediana, Bawon and Sarah. I felt like I was in a strange place, wasted and alone.

I took a cigarette from the pocket of the pants that I had bought in the mini market near the house. After opening the pack of new cigarettes I realized that I did not have a match. Even though it's not in my pocket, I'm still trying to figure out who knows. Although I am not a smoker, I often carry a lighter. This time, it must have been left in the room. I grumbled to myself and put the pack of cigarettes back on the table.

"Need a match?" a woman sitting near my desk offered.

For a moment I was stunned to see it because I did not realize since when the figure of the cross-faced woman was near me. The gas match he gave me then took a cigarette and lit it. When igniting a cigarette, the gas lighter makes a long vibrating and humming sound. I'm guessing this must not be a lighters indiscriminately. Before returning it I had a glance at Dupont's writing on the body of the mancis. Pantesans! Expensive lighters. I laughed foolishly in my heart.

"Thank you" I said, nodding.

The young woman just smiled. He put a lighter on his desk. There I saw a pack of Dunhill Light, an i-Phone11 cell phone and a horse-drawn car key with the words Porche on it. When the girl flicked her shoulder-straight hair, the scent of orange blossom burst out and gently caressed my smell. Ah, she must not be an ordinary woman. I guessed.

Not finished half the cigarette, green noodles my order has come.

"Come, Ma'am?" kataku.

"Please" he said with a smile.

After eating, the girl and I sat at our table. He lit a cigarette and let out his smoke slowly. I'm just confused. Holding a pack of cigarettes and weighing them in my hand.

"You wanna wear a lighter again?" he looked at me.

"Yes," I smiled awkwardly.

After using the lighter, I placed it myself on the girl's desk and sat back to where I was. I saw that he was still casually smoking a cigarette and exhaling his smoke slowly while playing with his cell phone. Suddenly I coughed and my chest felt tight. It's not playing. I hurriedly threw away the cigarette in my hand and grinded it on the floor using the sole of the shoe. So panicked that I no longer know where to throw the cigarette butts, even though the ashtray was on my desk.

I heard a laugh a little slowly. The laughing voice of the indo-faced girl next to my desk.

"No smoking, huh?"

I'm so dead style asked like that. Despite the overwhelming embarrassment, I had to answer the question as well. Where else might want to argue, the proof just now I've been coughing choking on cigarette smoke?

"Smoking if you have any more," I reasoned.

"Oh, that means it's bete now, huh?"

For this question I don't want to answer. It's just a pleasant question I guess. The girl I suddenly gave the title to was no ordinary woman, still looking at me. As if waiting for the answer to his question.