Jagoanku Turns out to be CEO
55. The Dojo's Problem
Sunday in the Dojo.
As usual every Sunday morning his routine Bimo is to the place of practicing martial arts.
There Bimo seemed to find his identity, he could express all his frustration by hitting, kicking or slamming.
"Bang Fachri .."
"Bagu Anton..,"
Sapa Bimo to the two founders of the Dojo.
"For Bimo, the tumben is a bit late," said bang Fachri.
"Yes bang ..near the chicken porridge stall, I put it on the front desk, breakfast used to be still warm," said Bimo welcome all his friends in the Dojo.
Coincidentally in the Dojo it was in the hours of his learning hours.
Especially in the morning between 06.00 - 09.00 special class fighters, so at that hour only class fighters who practice.
Then at 09.00 - 12.00 for beginners and the afternoon and so on class classes according to their level.
All the fighters shamelessly stormed the food that Bimo brought, it was not the first time even almost every Sunday they were always in Bimo, sometimes chicken porridge, porridge, soto Lamongan even not infrequently satay Ponorogo that has been open from morning also often in wholesale Bimo for his Dojo friends.
''It's still Bimo" said Asep, who is the same age as Bimo.
"It's a good time" Bimo said with a smile.
"Bim..almost every week you push food for us what is not bankrupt you later," asked bang Anton.
"No bang, cook me eat well my brother did not come to eat that name is outrageous" said Bimo back.
That is what makes all Bimo friends very respect, not the young are not old, as Bimo said asking all members of the Dojo to fight even they must be ready.
For them Bimo is not just an ordinary friend, because almost every financial problem must be Bimo who solves.
Like that morning after eating breakfast chicken porridge they all gathered before starting to practice.
"These friends have a little bit of information from me, yesterday we; me and Fachri came to the owner of this place, he said starting next month this place can no longer be contracted, because it wants to be rented for a shopping business," said Anton representing Fachri speak.
"Not yet to know, because other places the contract costs are expensive, we may not be strong to rent it," said Fachri.
Bimo only heard everything that was discussed that morning.
All seemed sad, for them the place was not only a training ground, even some of them slept there because many street children who participated in martial arts including Asep.
Asep was originally a market thug who was already insyaf then accommodated by Fachri in the Dojo.
Not only Asep, Maman is also a busker and street children who practice there.
So briefly said the Dojo is a place to practice also basecamp as well as headquarters for the gang.
They seem sad because in these weeks they have to go from there, and do not know if they can find a place that can be rented, as good and as comfortable as that place.
"Indeed when the hell did the contract end here ?'' ask Bimo.
"Four weeks to go, precisely the end of this month," said Fachri slightly limp.
"Everyone who has this place is bang," asked Bimo again.
Fachri weakly replied, "Abah mustache who has a shop Omah Kopi in front of the village office X."
"Ooh...who wears the colorful tent..?," said Bimo again.
This time Fachri and Anton nodded in unison.
The atmosphere of the training this time was not as usual, there was a bit of sadness about losing the shelter for the gathering.
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