Joe William
Accepted by Tengku Mahmud
"Let's go up to my hut."
Finished crying, shouting accompanied by an oath of absorbency, Finally Tengku Mahmud also allowed his guest to go up to his stage house.
While cleaning the remaining sand attached to their clothes, Joe William and Grandpa Jeff finally followed the old man up the stairs of the shack shaped stage.
"Tell me what Malik's message is!" Pinta the old man while watching the young man.
"Before Grandpa uyut died, he said that the science he taught me was lacking. With that, he asked me to meet his friend and enemy named Tengku Mahmud in Kuala Nipah." Joe William said as he pulled out a wooden crate from his bag and handed it to the old man in front of him.
With trembling hands, Tengku Mahmud also received the wooden crate. Put it in front of him and slowly open the box.
When he opened it, he saw about twelve silver needles, a dagger with a cobra's head, a black and white photograph, and several medical notebooks.
When she saw the black and white photo, she cried again.
This is because in the photo is seen a picture of him along with Grandpa Malik who at that time they were still not reaching their 30s.
"Then, what else is the message from your uyut grandfather?" Ask Tengku Mahmud.
"He told me to study with Grandpa Tengku Mahmud." Joe answered Mahmud's grandfather's question.
"Hmmm... Tell you how long have you been studying with Malik?!"
"I studied with him after the age of five. I am fifteen years old now. Means I've spent 10 years studying with my great-grandfather." Answer Joe William.
"Have you learned this silver needle technique?" Ask Tengku Mahmud.
"Had cake. But my late grandfather said it wasn't perfect."
"Now try to practice! I want to see." Tengku Mahmud's Order.
While paying his respects, Joe William took one of the twelve needles. Focus his mind and attention towards the tip of the needle, then....,
Wuzzz....
For the silver needle shot through the pole of the house and then stuck there.
"Damn Malik that. Teaching it like this. That's too long. What if you haven't been able to focus your mind, the enemy has attacked first? Worth your needle." Tengku Mahmud said.
"It's not just needles that are in vain. But your life can also be lost." Grandpa Jeff added.
With a movement like nothing, just a wave of hands, the needle that had been stuck on the pole of the cottage shot towards Tengku Mahmud and the old man swiftly caught the needle stick earlier.
Now the silver needle has been between the clasp of his index finger and middle finger.
"Then what else did Malik teach you using this silver needle?" Tengku Mahmud asked as he handed the silver needle back to his master.
"My grandfather taught me the technique of acupuncture." Joe William answered that question.
"Hmmm.. Try to apply it to my body!" Pinta Tengku Mahmud's.
With trembling hands, Joe William now took the remaining eleven needles from inside the crate, then set the distance with Tengku Mahmud.
"I'm sorry, cake if it's not polite." Joe said and started throwing the needle.
"Hmmm... Goody. It was this technique that left me paralyzed and defeated the damn Malik." Said Tengku Mahmud.
Right now his body was stiff and completely unable to move.
"Already! Unplug your fucking needle!" Tengku Mahmud's Order.
Joe William immediately pulled the needle and now it's magical. Tengku Mahmud can move back.
"Actually your martial level is good enough for a young person of your age. But in the future, if not in the sharpening, it will be useless."
"Here I can't give you any lessons. Because between me and Malik only has a slight difference in skill."
"I'm just going to help you perfect what you've learned and add a little extra. But remember! Learning with me is half dead stakes. If you can't stand it, please go back to your country!" Tengku Mahmud said firmly.
"Thank you for your grandfather's willingness to guide me. I won't complain." Joe William said as he bowed respectfully.
"Now you can take a walk to enjoy the beach in my beautiful village. But not too far away! I forgot my way home." Tengku Mahmud said while chuckling.
"Look. There was one more request from me. Hope Grandpa Tengku wants to help me." Said Joe William.
"Say what it is!" Pinta Tengku Mahmud's.
"Look at Kek. Before coming here, I was a student in my country. If it is at the High School level. So, I want to ask my Teng grandfather for help to enroll me to the nearest school here. Can you?" Joe William asked expectantly.
"In this village there is no high school. There is only primary school. But in the village next door there is. If riding a motorcycle rickshaw, it takes about 30 minutes to arrive."
"All right! I'll help you. But remember! You should be up at four in the morning every day. You have to fill that jar with water. It was specifically for me to take wudlu for prayer. You should clean the house too. Anyway, you're a maid here. Understood?" Benteng Tengku Mahmud.
"Understand Grandpa Tengku. I'll do all your orders." Said Joe.
For him this is nothing new. Because, in Mountain Slope, Malik's late grandfather also treated him like that.
"Now put this stuff in your luggage. My hut only has two rooms. You take that front one!" Tengku Mahmud pointed to the empty room at the front with the window facing the sea.
"Come, young master. I'll help you clean the room." Said Grandpa Jeff.
"Wait on! Young master said you?"
"Tengku. This Joe William is the son of my master." Answer Grandpa Jeff.
"Who's the name of this boy's father?" Ask Tengku Mahmud.
"Jerry William, Tengku!" Grandpa Jeff replied again.
"Hmmm... Like I've heard. Yes, you've gone, you're done!" The old man's orders while waving his hands.
Hearing this command, Grandpa Jeff immediately invited his young master to go inside.
Before long, they finished cleaning and the day went from light to dark because Tengku Mahmud's house was not installed with electricity.
They are also only illuminated by a lamp.