JUMPING HIGHER
BLOODY MORNING

In the morning, my mom knocked on the door. At that time I was ready to go to school. I just opened the door a little, Mom broke in.

"What time did you come home last night?!"

"Bono came home, Mama is asleep," I replied as I grabbed the key of the motorcycle on the study table.

As she walked out, my mother confronted me at the door.

"You're not like Bono yesterday. What is poisoning your mind?!" asked Mama with her sharp eyes.

"Bono wants to go to school, Ma," I was lazy to answer my mother's questions.

Without saying anything else, she turned around and left my room. Ah, nevermind. It is up to you to be angry or hurt. Whatever the name. Life feels foreign to me.

"Not breakfast yet, Bono?" reprimand my stepfather when I cross paths with him in the carport. My stepfather just finished heating his car engine.

"Come, we'll have breakfast together" he asked.

"Later on, Bono has breakfast in the school cafeteria," I replied lazily while standing on a motorcycle.

The fresh morning air did not keep my mind as cool as usual. I take a motorcycle to school. Sarah's face suddenly flashed. Aw, Sarah. Are you tormented like me? Say it through the wind this morning. Say ....

Suddenly an angkot overtakes and stops right in front of me. A rider of the caliber of Valentino Rossi would not be able to avoid a collision if there was a vehicle that overtook and stopped suddenly like that.

Akaakkk!!! Even though I had braked the motorcycle and tried to avoid it, still my motorcycle hit the back of the angkot. I fell on a motorcycle on the asphalt. The driver got down and got angry.

"Eat him if you bring a vehicle do not daydream!"

I had blisters on my hands and elbows. Satan is also the driver, he is wrong, wear angry again. Slowly I set up a motorcycle.

"Is it SIM, are you?!" ask the driver like a cop.

I approached the angkot driver then with lightning fast I pulled and dropped it with a dings technique. The driver was thrown, his face hit the asphalt of the road. In the meantime, his hand was turned back.

"You don't have a SIM. If you have one, it must be a firing SIM!' angry say.

The driver thrashed in a state of being face down on the asphalt of the road. The passengers got off wanting to break up. People passing by slowed down the pace of his vehicle just wanting to see what happened.

"Take me off, let go!" shouted the angkot driver thrashing.

"Already, Son. We will be late to the office" said a mother of angkot passengers.

"What's this?"

After the police arrived I let go of the driver and told him how it happened until I fell because I hit an angkot that stopped suddenly, but the driver was angry to blame me. Then the police asked for our SIMs.

"I was in a hurry, sir," said the angkot driver in self-defense.

"That windfall doesn't need to be pursued, it has its own share!" my sergeant is upset with the angkot driver.

"How did you get the wound, need to go to the hospital?" ask the Police.

"It's okay, sir. Just a little scuff," I replied honestly.

The police returned the SIM and let me go. While the angkot driver got a ticket. I smiled with satisfaction.

"Edit the SIM, sir!" I was still annoyed, while standing on a motorcycle and passing from that place.

If the traffic of this city wants to be safe and orderly, the rules must be strictly implemented and the law enforced. Don't just doang bullshit. Until the apocalypse even the order of the road in this city is no good, if the law is indiscriminate and can be bargained. Nice one with a lot of fur. Could be a law!

Arriving at the new school I felt pain from blisters on my right hand and elbow. My right knee also felt a throbbing pain even though there were no injuries. This must be due to a collision with road asphalt. Uh, I was walking limping. The blisters on the hands began to swell adorned with blood dripping slowly. After putting a motorcycle in the parking lot, I went to the picket teacher and asked permission not to go to school.

It just so happened that his picket teacher Mr. Marudut Tampubolon, my homeroom teacher. He took me to the School Health Unit to get first aid. The abrasions on the hands were cleaned with alcohol and Betadine was given and bandaged. After that I was allowed to go home, but was advised to go to the hospital. My homeroom teacher wasn't too worried about the abrasions on my hands, which he was worried about was a bruise on my right knee. Who knows if there are broken bones. Right, danger?

"Thank you, sir," I would like to thank Mr. Marudut.

"Be careful on the road, Bono"

"Sir, how many days do I get?" manya curious.

Mr. Marudut Tampubolon examined my face. It's a teacher, huh? His students are sick also still counted how many days are given permission. Love the holiday ten days to heal properly, stingy very!

"Here you go, I give you three days' permission" said the homeroom teacher.

Right, huh? He was thinking how many days I deserve permission not to go to school. Teachers are the same everywhere. They feel a loss if the student can not follow the lesson.

"Even so we will see later, if indeed the bruise on your knee is serious, you see the recommendation of the doctor only. If the doctor says you need to take a month off. Yes, you will give permission for a month" said Mr. Marudut added.

I immediately saluted imitating the military style.

"Ready, Sir!"