JUMPING HIGHER
DRAMA

Then with a deliberate limp step that was dramatic to make it look miserable to endure the pain, I stumbled toward the parking lot. In the school corridor I passed Sri Kustinah.

"Why are you, Bono?"

I stopped stepping.

"collision."

"Continue?" sri Kustinah bengong.

"What happened?" I'm confused too.

"That, you mean, sick? Or how, is that it?" sri gelagapan.

"Yes, if hit nice, must be a lot of want to be hit. Yeah, sick! I asked for permission not to go to school."

"Can you go home alone?" ask Sri worried.

"If I just go home, I can still, but there's something I can't."

"What's that?" Sri Kustinah was surprised to see me smiling meaningfully.

"If there's a repeat help me, will you?"

Sri scrunched her face.

“That's to say, niontek?"

"Well, I didn't go to school. Imagine if you miss a lesson. How can I do things if there's a repeat?"

"How long have you been given permission not to go to school?"

“A month maybe," I replied sure.

"Yes, already. I'll help you later" Sri is also kind at last.

The sip! I thanked Sri before stepping back heartbroken exactly the American soldiers whose legs were shot by Vietcong soldiers. Now just go to the doctor and ask for a month's rest permit. That too if you can. If not, are there many roads to Rome?

***

In the afternoon before my mother came home from the office I rushed out to the doctor's office. Bik Narti since this morning worried about me coming home early from school in a state of wounds and limping roads. He's delivering it to the gate.

Actually from the beginning Bik Narti has suggested that I go to the hospital only and do not need to wait for the doctor's practice which usually starts to open in the afternoon, but I prefer to go to the doctor's office, the service is more special even though it is a bit expensive. But more important than that, I hope to get a piece of recommendation paper from the doctor to rest for a month. Do I dare to pay dearly?

"If you can't ride a motorcycle using an online taxi, Bono," Bik Narti suggested.

"Can, Bik, don't worry," I slid out towards the gate.

Well, it turns out my acting was convincing as well. Even though the blisters on my hands and elbows hurt and my knees were a little bruised and it felt like a throbbing pain, I still felt fine. Not as seen by Mr. Marudut, Sri, as well as Bik Narti, if I look so miserable in their eyes, that the road was scratched and hobbled.

***

At the doctor's office I was examined, injected and then prescribed. When the minus-glass doctor suggested a break, I started acting with a clear face.

"I need a letter of recommendation from the doctor, permission not to go to school" I sounded softly.

"Yes, I know. I recommend that you rest for two days" the doctor said, writing on a letter bearing the logo of his doctor's office.

Ha?! Just two days? Very moment! Longer permission from Mr Marudut?

The doctor stopped writing and looked at me in wonder.

“One month?

"Yes, doc. Until the bruise on my knee was completely healed" this time I grinned. Because after all the doctor knows what I mean.

"I've prescribed an ointment to treat bruises on your knee. Two days is enough to rest" the doctor continued, signing a letter of recommendation.

"Can't add, doc?" bargain again.

"Yes, it's up to your school. If they want to give permission for up to a month," replied the doctor firmly.

I left the doctor's practice room with a mangled heart. Even so my way was not limping anymore like before when I first entered the doctor's office. The pain in my knee went away even though I haven't made up for the drugs at the pharmacy.

Finished taking the drugs in the pharmacy I did not go straight home, but went to the roadside printing. Says my friends who like truancy, in such a place can exchange letters of recommendation from doctors. Out the money of course. There is nothing free in this world. It's hard to believe, lying has to cost.

"Well, where can handwriting be scanned, brother? It can be found out" said the roadside printing worker.

"Yes too, Bang? Where's the writing chicken claw again?" my comment.

"Have it, we made a new one, how?"

"Can you, Bang?" manya curious.

"Here what can't, brother? We can all fake."

"Did's name?" many ensure.

"Whatever, you want to use the name of this doctor or Boyke's doctor can also."

Shithead! Use a letter of recommendation from doctor Boyke, what do I want on maternity leave? If you want to lie about it, bang! I grumbled in my heart.

"Here you go, just use this doctor's name" I made a choice.

"Beres, wait thirty minutes!" the roadside printing officer rushed to his desk.

"How much did you pay for it, Bang?"

”Peck, Dik. Biases ...”

”How many chips, one hundred silver? i'm making sure.

"A hundred thousand means, if you want to add yes, it's okay," the printing worker laughed.

"Make her permission a month, okay?" my orders.

“One month?"

"Yes, a month."

“Not too long? What are you sick of?" ask the printing worker in surprise.

"Already, Bang. I give you 150 grand, give permission for a month. The doctor's signature should be similar!"

Hearing 150 thousand, the roadside printing worker rushed to his computer desk located in the corner, in a room of 4x5 meters. Money has a tremendous influence. Black can be white and white can be black. It's all because of the money! *