The High School Bench

Part 6: Brave or Reckless?

Leo

"YOU'VE SEEN BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE jump in person? " tanya Utari in the car. Monday morning I picked her up at home for school. Her dad was already away training when I came. In fact, I want acquaintances.

"Mmm. never. ".I held the chair back.

"Yes? Over where? " Utari looked at me while combing her hair.

"In the port of Gilimanuk, when to cross to Bali. "

I turned the car slowly.

From the corner of the eye, I saw Utari frowning.

"Not a beautiful jump, actually. Children who jump from the boat. They collect coins that passengers throw at the sea for pleasure. So, after the coin was thrown, they hurriedly dived to catch the coin before going to the bottom of the sea. Yes to me they are very brave, "I tell you an inspiring experience.

Utari smiled broadly at me. I wonder in my heart if that girl's smile can keep people trapped. A smile that spreads opium. I'm not sure I can get out after being trapped by Utari's smile.

"What is the difference between braver and reckless? " Suddenly he asked.

I'm not sure that question was shown to me. I try often, but I'm smart in philosophy. My own life I often do not understand.

"What emang? " I gave up before I tried to guess.

"When you dare, you must be aware of the risks, carefully make a plan, and remain confident doing the things you initially feared while ready to accept the consequences of your actions. But if desperate, you know the risks and consequences, but ignore and do not make a plan. Origin is done. And, sometimes you are reckless because it is not the PD, "Utari said with eyes staring out the windshield of the car. It's like talking to himself rather than me.

"I told you to be brave or reckless, huh? " I glanced at Utari. Our laughter immediately drowned the sound of Hello Adele on the radio.

Utari

IT'S BEEN TWO DAYS, BUT I've intentionally left the whale in my hands for as long as I can. I don't wash with soap in the shower. Norak, anyway. But, I've never been this happy and don't want to rush to lose the Traces.

This afternoon, above the tower I rubbed the picture with a smile before preparing to jump. My steps were almost at the end when I gasped to hear Dad yell, "Hey! Who told you to jump? "

I'm aghast. Until now I still find it hard to accept when Dad scolds me on the pitch, in front of other athletes. Though the truth is, he humiliated me like he humiliated me his other proteges. But, it could also be that he placed more expectations on my shoulders:

His anger this time must have been because I skipped training the last two days.

Dad then told a female athlete to go upstairs.

Wh who? I just saw him today. Maybe he arrived yesterday or the day before, when I skipped.

On top of the tower, the girl passed by me who just stood up like a dazed person. He's not taller than me. He may be 14-15 years old.

At the end of the tower, he turned around, preparing to do a back salto. We're facing each other. I watched him, but he didn't look at me.

Hop! He jumped and jumped into the water.

I'm appalled. The jump was nice and neat. I thought he was just learning, but his technique was already as good as that of a senior athlete. I haven't been able to master that kind of stepping technique at 🙃😌