Joe William
Joe William
This kid is unusual.
I will educate him in my exile.
Later so he knew what it was like to be a poor man who was humiliated. Let him know what it's like to be an oppressed person. So that he may feel the cry of the heart of the persecuted.
This kid is different.
If he were spoiled with silk and gold, he would grow up to be a powerful man who oppressed the weak. If it has happened, then what is the use again to regret.
This kid's another.
As the sole heir to an abundant fortune, he must be properly educated. Because as a person who will receive a burden on his shoulders, it is appropriate to have a solid foundation. Otherwise, he would collapse and collapse.
There is already a lot going on around us where a child who grows up in luxury and is pampered with wealth will tend to be less sensitive to those around him. He will grow up with a personality that will feel a period of stupidity with the people around him. Have high selfishness. Not willing to give up and less balanced.
I will educate this child with violence, poverty, always oppressed, and experience many humiliations. So that later when he gets praise he will not fly and will not fall when he gets insulted.
...Malik Arvan's....
...Chapters 01...
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...Mountain slope's....
A little boy about seven years old seemed to be practicing.
Occasionally his eyes glanced at the old man with gray hair and not a single strand of black color was left on the hair.
As soon as he saw the old man off guard, the seven-year-old boy immediately slipped behind a banana tree and ran to the village.
"Huh... Fortunately I ran away quickly. If not, I could be forced to practice all day." The little boy said in his heart.
He just kept running away from the rickety hut he was living in along with an old man.
Just now he arrived at a corner, how surprised the boy when he saw his grandfather was already between three intersections while sitting on a barge on a stone path that is not too high.
"Where are you running, huh? You're the same as your father. Smart to outsmart the old man. Go home now or you'll I'll punish you by not feeding you tonight." Threaten the old man.
"Joe cape cake. All day long, keep training." The little boy said.
"If you don't practice, do you want to grow up? Do you want to be oppressed by others?" Ask the old man.
"No cake."
"If you don't want to be bullied, you have to practice. It's good for your lunch when you grow up." Said the old man.
The little boy who called himself Joe would not want to just obey.
"Well rehearsal again. Bored." He said in his heart.
The two grandchildren and grandfather now walk hand in hand. It appeared from the look in the boy's eyes that he was very depressed.
"Joe. Tomorrow you can play games with your friends. But you have to practice properly today. How's it?" Ask the old man.
"Are you a cake?!"
"When did I ever lie to you, huh? You brat."
"Hehehe... I believe in Grandpa." The little boy said as he stroked his nose.
"Look. When are you and Mom going to visit me?" Joe asked as he continued to follow in his grandfather's footsteps.
"Your father is busy working. For your future. After all, grandfather purposely forbade them to come every month. The only time they visit is every six months. If they continue to be here every month, you will be spoiled and always rely on your parents. That's why you can't rely on anyone else. Because people are going. Hone your own abilities. Because only you will truly exist for you."
"Dizziness Joe's head when he hears Grandpa talk like this." Said Joe taking his hand off the old man's grip and then rubbing his nose like Bruce Lee.
"Joe. Lately, grandpa's always seen you mooing your nose. What's up?" Ask the grandfather.
"Turn home from school, I stopped by my best friend's house to watch television. Then I saw the hero in the movie running his nose. He's a very good cake. All his enemies in the tripe are exhausted. Then after that he's like this cake." Joe said as he stroked his nose making the old man laugh.
"You can be like that too. But it must be diligent practice." Said his Grandpa.
"Are you a cake?"
"Yes right. Results will not betray effort." The old man said again.
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The grandson and Grandfather were now standing face to face beside the hut while the grandfather was holding a rattan tang about four adults long.
"Well Joe, you try to practice what your grandfather taught you!" The old man gave the order.
Hearing this, Joe the wayward little boy immediately pulled his left leg back, clenched his fist and aligned the fist parallel to the waist.
"One!"
"Hait...!"
"Two!"
"Heavy...!"
"Three!"
"Ciaaaat!"
"Out cake. Is it wrong again?" Ask the little boy while rubbing his forehead.
"It's not wrong anymore. But it's always wrong!" Said the old man with glaring eyes.
"One more cake?!" Ask Joe.
"Come one more time! Listen and do it!"
"One!"
"Hait...!"
"Two!"
"Well...!"
"Three!"
"Don't hit me again or I'll run from this shack." Joe said threateningly.
"Basic brat. If you leave, don't come back! Or I'll take you to Starhill to be a spoiled kid who doesn't know anything. Don't expect you to be like Bruce Lee if practice is lazy. You know, you're just mimicking your nose toel-toel that's it. But your abilities are zero."
"Hehehe... Who says my abilities are zero. I can run as fast as lightning." Joe said he didn't want to lose.
"Try practicing!" The old man said it was a challenge.
"See yes cake!"
"Joruu... Step a thousand...!" Joe said then ran across the street to the village.
"Joe... You tricked me, didn't you? You brat. Back you Joe....!!!" Shouted the old man as he chased towards the runaway little boy.
"This kid is unusual. He really looks a lot like his dad. You brat." Cursed the old man in heart.
Meanwhile, the fleeing Joe had arrived at the mountain slope village which was about five hundred meters from the hut he was in with his grandfather.
Just now he was going to meet his best friend named Harvey, suddenly he was intercepted by several small children who were his age.
Seeing this, Joe wanted to find a detour. But the responsibility is because he can no longer avoid it.
"Hey the forest boy. Where are you going?" Ask one of the three boys.
"I want to go to Harvey's house. What's up, Charles?" Ask Joe.
"You can't go anywhere. Forest boys like you better not hang out with the villagers here." Charles said as he spread his tongue.
"What right do you have to forbid me? This is not your own village. As my hut separated, you immediately say I'm a forest boy."
"You are the son of the forest." Said another. Then they laugh.
"Haha.."
"You can't go too far with Milner!" Shake Joe with anger.
"It's true, isn't it? Then what do you want?" Milner asked as he moved closer.
"I want to go to Harvey's house. No time to serve you." Joe said, and it passed away.
But before he passed, one of them named Jimbo immediately pulled the cloth of Joe's hair made the child undo his intention to leave.
"You don't find trouble with me Jimbo!" Threaten Joe to warn.
"Haha. Come friends! We're gonna get this jungle boy out of here." Said Charles.
"Fuck you guys!"
Bugh...!
"Akhs... You?!"
"He hit me. Let's get him!" Jimbo.
The three of them then surrounded Joe who began to install horses and prepare for all possibilities.
"Seraaang!" Milner said he was commanding two of his other best friends.
The three of them then attacked Joe making the child very troubled to face the attacks of these three opponents.
Spanking hit also occurs where Joe often misses the punch.
Almost half an hour Joe berjibaku face the attack of his three opponents until finally he was locked too.
Jimbo, who has a lush body and is larger than the others, manages to hug Joe's body from behind. This made it easier for Charles and Milner to beat the boy.
Satisfied to beat Joe who had fallen on the sandy soil, they then stood in front of Joe and laughed together.
"I told you that you can't have friends in this village. Watch out if you come again. We'll come back to beat you."
Huhhhhh...
Bugh...!
"Argh..."
Before the three of them took effect, they still had time to kick the body of Joe who was trying to get up.