Different One
Eps. 32 Neighbors Storm

“Let's start training now,” said Teacher Rodrigo.

He immediately invited Jorell into the training ground without asking him first, how could his body be bruised and bruised so. He doesn't know where Jorell got it from, from a fight or something? He doesn't care, his job is just to train.

“Good, Master.” Jorell immediately followed the man into the training room.

There were many other disciples who were the same age as him or above him, also under his age. If calculated there are about 30 students in the training room.

“You practice there, I'll see you from here. If the training box is serious I will tell Master Rodrigo,” thrower Xavier who entered the training room but did not participate in the training and just look.

“You this ... actually support me or Master Rodrigo?” Jorell punched Xavier in the arm.

“Jorell, quickly join a workout with another.” Master Rodrigo called.

“Good, Master.”

Rodrigo's teacher does not privilege one student among another, he treats all students with equal treatment. This was done so as not to cause division among his disciples.

“We start stretching first before entering the core teachings,” explained Master Rodrigo as he gave an example in front.

He gave an example back because there was a new disciple today.

Jorell follows the stretching movement up to the core movement. His body felt stiff at the beginning of this exercise.

“Jorell, you need to flex your body. Did you rarely exercise before?” ask Teacher Rodrigo to approach Jorell.

The man looked at one by one his students, then found Jorell who had trouble making some moves.

“Yes, Teacher. I will be diligent in training starting today,” Jorell said.

Indeed, the time he spent doing research so far, occasionally he played tennis with Aaron or cycling with his sister around the neighborhood where they live. The muscles in his body were all stiff.

***

Until the afternoon, the training was over. Jorell came out of the training room with melted sweat.

“Take this!” Xavier throws a bottle of mineral water at Jorell.

“Thank you.” Jorell immediately sipped a bottle of mineral water until it ran out and threw an empty bottle in the trash.

Xavier always understood himself. As he was currently feeling thirsty and lousy half the exercise but not carrying mineral water, and his friend was preparing water for him.

“How are you doing now?” xavier asked after they were outside Master Rodrigo's house.

“You can see for yourself without needing to ask me.” Jorell hissed softly resisting the pain all over his body.

The double aches and pains received after Muay Thay practice were also Capoeira, all over his body. Even for walking her legs felt heavy and heavy.

“So, are you going to keep practicing Krav maga, tomorrow?” xavier toilet.

Really, he felt sorry to see the current condition of Jorell which he thought was not possible to do martial arts again.

“Of course, take me tomorrow to the Krav Maga teacher you know.”

“You sure, Jorell? with my physical condition now you will not be strong to do the exercises again.”

“No. I understand my limits and I am still strong do martial arts practice 2 or 3 again.”

Xavier simply raised his pair of brown eyebrows while shrugging both of his shoulders in response to that. Because he knows even so the character of his friend tends to be stubborn.

“Then don't blame me if you're such a mistreated.”

Jorell just nodded in response to Xavier.

***

“I want to see my face for a minute.”

Without speaking again, Jorell immediately pulled out the phone from behind his bag. He looked in the mirror on his phone to see how his current face was.

“Xavier, I can't go home now with a face like this.”

Jorell's swollen face was also bruised, just like after the brawl. There's no way he's coming home in this condition. If force is possible the threat from Darcy will really take effect.

“You mean you want to stay at my house, do you?” Xavier could immediately catch the intent of his friend.

He had also heard of the threat posed by his father Jorell. And he knew the man wasn't kidding.

“Yes, you always understand I mean,” reply Jorell.

“If so, you should call your father and tell him I'll stay at my place.”

After nodding in response, Jorell pulled out his phone again. He called Darcy's number.

“You're not lying to me, are you? You're really doing chores at Xavier's house?” Ted heard a high-pitched voice after the phone was connected.

“Let me do the talking.” Xavier immediately snatches Jorell's phone, after hearing Darcy's voice get angry.

“Om Darcy, in addition to many unresolved group tasks, today my father and mother went out of town. So please allow Jorell stay to keep me company,” Xavier explained.

“OK, Xavier. Tell Jorell not to wander at night if you sleep in your house.”

“Sure, Om Darcy.” The phone ends after.

“Is it true your parents will go out of town today?” jorell said after walking back and turned towards Xavier's house.

“Where is Om Darcy going to investigate? I don't think his free time is much until he wants to investigate what I'm saying.”

“I expected it. You are a lying specialist.”

***

On the street near Xavier's house were several people who were crowding in a house.

“What is this?” Xavier paused for a moment to make Jorell stop for it.

There were a lot of people gathered in front of the house. Rather than asking, the two of them would rather have a lot of people in the crowd to find out for themselves what really happened?

“What happened to Miss Gaby?” pekik Xavier who recognized his neighbor.

A woman about 22 - 25 years old is leaning against the wall. He looks fucked. His long brown hair that usually decomposes beautifully, looks messy. Again, the woman's face was wet with a clear circle left on her cheek.

Beside the woman were several broken flower pots. Dark brown soil from pots scattered on the ground along with lavender plants. Near the door of the house there is a broken glass vase.

“Miss Gaby are you okay?” Xavier approached and helped the woman stand up.

He didn't know why those around him who saw him didn't help Miss Gaby, just seeing it was like seeing an interesting spectacle.

“Xavier .. thank you.” Miss Gaby was shaking. I don't know why.

Xavier then looked inside the house. He knew a little about his neighbor's problems. He often heard screaming in the house. But only the voice of her father Miss Gaby, who is usually angry at the woman and not until there is physical violence like this.

“Let me come in, Miss.” Xavier.

“No. I'm afraid my dad will darken his eyes and hit you, later.”

“What did you say? You think I didn't hear what you just said? Basic kid doesn't know it's lucky!” Suddenly a man came out of the house.

The man looked fierce with a thick mustache curled at both ends, staring intently at not only Miss Gaby. But also Xavier.