Your mouth Harimau

The Journey Home

I took my bike away from school. The sky looks bright as far as the eye can see, even the clouds feel unwilling to stain. The streets are not too crowded this afternoon. My sweat. Heat. I have to what now? Yuni's attitude has gone too far. Sucks.

I kept pedaling my bike, the houses were milling on the left and right. On the way I saw an ice vendor. The hot weather made my throat feel dry and dehydrated. I pulled my bike over and stopped near the ice vendor. I got off the bike.

"Sir, buy ice donk!" I said. I wiped the sweat that soaked my face with tissue.

The seller made ice for me. It didn't take me long to wait. The ice is in my hand.

"Thank you, sir" I said kindly while giving money.

I rushed to find a shade. Nearby was a fairly shady tree, I immediately sat there. Hiding from the scorching sun, taking refuge under the shadow of its branches.

From my seat, I can see Mr. Hendry's house is at the end of the block there. While enjoying the ice, I stared at the house. Mr. Hendry's house painted green walls, the house is quite cool because in the yard there are several trees that are quite large.

The fence of his house is not too high, with the gate always open. That's why sometimes a small white dog owned by Mr. Hendry often appears suddenly chasing people passing in front of his house. The dog now does not appear to be wandering outside, maybe the dog is taking shelter in one of the trees in his yard. Or even sleeping!

It's a pleasure to drink ice in this heat, I said in my heart.

I keep sipping on that ice. After I finished my ice, I stepped towards my bike. The ice that entered my body made my strength slightly increase. I started riding my bike back to my house.

My view never escaped Mr. Hendry's house. And as I passed in front of his house, I turned to his yard. Good thing can not be achieved, poor can not be rejected. My eyes clashed with that dog.

"Arrghh.the mischievous dog," I cried out loudly.

My heart is beating fast, my breathing is irregular. Legs trembling. Sweat quickly poured all over my body. Fortunately, I stopped buying ice, so I could take a break. My energy is recovering.

I keep pushing my bike. I almost bounced off my bike as I passed by the sleeping police. I can't brake at a time like this. The dog could catch up and bite me.

I held firmly on the handlebars, my gaze focused forward. Once I thought it was safe and the dog was already far behind. I'm turning. Justright. He's not after me. Now I'm pedaling my bike with breathless breath and with the remnants of my energy.

Just look tomorrow if I meet Mr. Hendry. I'll have him put his white dog in the cage. Actually, many neighbors have asked for the dog in brackets. But Mr. Hendry always said,

"My dog is good. My dog is not fierce. He's a kid, he just wants to play around with you guys" he always explained.

If dogs are good why is they always annoying? If the dog is not fierce why is he always chasing? I think Mr. Hendry's words are a lie.

Do I need to say this to my parents. And asked them to report Mr. Hendry to the police on the charge that his small dog had disturbed the comfort of the residents.

"Look at me later, Mr. Hendry. You will feel the consequences!" grunting's upset.