JUMPING HIGHER
NEWFOUND FRIEND

Kenia looks curious.

"Bete why?" search because I didn't get my answer.

"Much trouble, ma'am," I answered accordingly.

Not an ordinary woman laughed. Her neat, white teeth look very attractive. Not to mention his thick eyebrows and his big nose. Clear brown eyes and perfect cheekbones coupled with a small cleavage on his chin. Uh, perfect the beauty of her face. I estimate his age is not far from Brother Farah. About 22-23.

"Everybody has a problem. Life is a problem, but it's not a reason for us to be moody. Right, right?" he sounds wise.

Clever him. My praise in my heart.

“Maybe right," I grinned. Looks stupid of course.

"Well, if you already know why bete, what's the reason?"

“Diputusin same girlfriend," I replied honestly.

"Reason village!" he smiled as he was*******cigarette butts in ashtrays.

Well, how dare he accuse me of being a village. Wouldn't I be afraid of him if I was angry? I looked at the indo-faced woman, not that she avoided even looking back at me. Uf! Now I can see her beauty. Not like just a quick glance and more looking from the side. Brother Farah just passed by him. All this time I thought that Brother Farah, Mediana and Sarah were just the most beautiful girls. There is something even more amazingly beautiful. It is true that in the sky there is still sky.

"Whose name are you?" he asked in a soft voice.

Glad my heart of course. Amazing girl asking my name. Before I say my name, smile first. The first impression is important for the next up to him.

"My name, Bono."

He laughed when he heard my name.

"Bonos? U2 Rock Band Personnel, huh? Old band!" he still laughs.

A good start. It turns out that he knows a name that I see similar to the frontman of the legendary Irish band. Ah, she is no ordinary woman. I was more and more fascinated, but why didn't he reintroduce his name?

Kukuruyuk .. kukuruyuk. I took the phone out of my pants pocket that rang at once vibrating. Good thing the vibration strength is slow, if up to 7.6 Richter scale? Just imagine the consequences, but when I saw Mama's name on the phone screen the vibrating power exceeding 7.6 on the Richter scale was shaking me too.

"Yes, Ma?" my voice is timid.

“Where are you now?" ask mama.

"Where are you, Bono? The clear talk!" my mother's voice sounded again.

"Outside" I replied hesitantly telling you where it was.

"Mom knows you're outside! Why didn't you go tell me Mama?!"

"Bono's coming home soon" I said slowly.

"Mama wait!"

Phone's closed. I'm sure mom must be angry. It was only this time that I went out of the house secretly without asking permission. I'm a freak now.

"Well! It turns out you're Mama's son apparently," the angel-equivalent girl smiled mockingly.

I was silent not responding.

"It's only your child who is always asked that way: where are you, who are you, what are you doing?" the laughter of the cross-faced woman broke, even I saw her hands hugging her belly so gel, impressed to make fun of me.

"Sorry, just kidding. Back home!" smith again.

After taunting me as a mama's child, the girl praised back. He said I was a good boy. Rarely did he find a boy who was still obedient to his mother today. Just called home scared to go home. He said my mama was lucky to have a cute and submissive boy. I swear, it feels like my ears are as wide as an elephant's ears! Glad it's not a play praised like that.

The conversation continued and the girl opened up. I just found out her name is Kenia Dinar Ayu. After a long wait, he finally introduced who he was. Kenia is from Bandung, studying in Medan, living in an apartment.

I didn't guess wrong. She's no ordinary woman and I don't think she's from a normal family either.

"Can I have the number?" hope I.

"What number? Shoes, pants, clothes?" he laughed again.

"The phone number if possible" I said again.

"For what?"

"Yes, already. If not," I said disappointed.

Dead sense also if you meet this kind of girl. I just want to be friends with him if he wants to. If not, it's okay. I can find another friend. The world is not as wide as the leaves of Moringa, the world is wide. It's not just Sarah, Mama, Mediana and Kak Farah. There is also no ordinary woman, Kenia Dinar Ayu!! *