EARLY GATE
NOMBONES

"Try here dharma!" exclaim uncle who is the teacher of dharma.

"Eahhhhhh,..eeeahhhhhh, ".eeeeahhhh," The sound of the dharma breath that is similar to the clutches of a chicken is sore throat. Dharma looked after him, the key to the belief in feeling holy Sukma, sweat pouring out very heavily, and, sometimes his eyes often glimmers of water so salty that it makes the eyes turn white red like apples that hit the head of Isaac Newton, powerless to resist the pain and fatigue when practicing, the, dharma finally returned the kasian call from the teacher by directly standing up straight to change his body position.

the head gazed up into the sky, the oral cavity was wide open, and the lungs were pounding like bombs in the American-made middle east. "Did today's practice work out, teacher?" staring tired by putting a face slash at the uncle who was in the middle of a stopper accompanied by beautiful fireflies around the chandelier.

"if you feel quite well, if you don't feel enough yes exercise again until dawn,"

"adequate teacher... Ha!" just as dharma laughed forcedly, his teacher's statement made the sun reluctant to shine tomorrow. Then the dharma with his feet slowly began to approach his teacher.

The statement of the uncle who said until dawn showed that the state of the day was very late in the afternoon, plus fireflies that began to scatter now make the decoration of nature more beautiful, the rays that are tightly covered by towering trees question the nutrients around the soil is still healthy or not? the massive absorption of oxygen by the trees made the dharma giddy seven circumferences, its footsteps filled with black dimness that seemed stunned silent in its vision.

Little by little the dharma's body position was getting pulled down, its footstool was shaking, and it seemed like the dharma had run out of energy to step forward. Blurry his eyes, his strength is exhausted, and finally the dharma is lying on the ground for the first time in a state of being a real man. But it can be denied instantly, with the wisdom of the teacher, he can move places in a split second that directly embraces the only student tightly.

Dharma did not retaliate, he was only strong to thrust the slightly muscular body at his teacher.

The cold night finally came. Dharma is fit, the muscles that had been torn by accident are now back to normal, because the warm water makes the blood circulation back to normal, when the muscles heal themselves again, and of course the dharma is ready to be invited to talk in the middle of the night wrapped in the antics of the teacher.

There was one of the Sundanese customs when the moon was shining brightly, when the middle of the night blew the wind of longing on every person who had romance. At that time the Sundanese natives prefer to stay up late, but this is not about the Rhoma Irama song that is staying up is useless, but rather a process of improving thinking power by involving psychological, biological, emotional, and emotional, as well as intelligence memory to capture all the discussions that are happening.

Regarding the psychological figures are often discussed while smoking, because most people who do this process are men, so smoking is included in psychological needs. Biological is when they are talking about something, it is always presented neat food in the middle of where they sit, so for this the food goes into human biology.

talking about emotions is certain when these thinkers have one frequency then at that time also emotionally they have been bound in the same body, namely; love and love. The last is the memory of intelligence, this element is very important to carry, because each individual throws questions to each other, well then the memory of intelligence is very important to identify something that they are presenting.

This process or ritual is called "Nambunbang"