Joe William
Joe and Namora arrive at Kuala Nipah
Kuala Nipah's
One Taxi unit stopped at the end of the asphalt road next to the shrimp farm fence owned by residents in the village.
Two young men were seen coming out of the rental car and walking along the sandy road.
The waves and the breeze containing salt substances began to feel in the ears and hit the faces of the two young men. The sensation he just felt again after almost six months he left the seaside village.
One of the young men looked down and scooped up the beach sand with his hand, then smelled the sandy soil.
"Kuala Nipah's. I'm coming again. May you still be kind to me, as before, today and tomorrow" said the young man inwardly with closed eyes.
Who are those two young men? They are Joe William and Namora.
The two young men visited this Kuala Nipah village because they wanted to meet with the great teacher Tengku Mahmud Badaruddin who would leave the village because he did not want to get involved in the problem that would involve his two students and the opponents they will face.
After finishing training Tigor for approximately six months, then it was time for him to step away from the frenzy of hostility between the two sides, and choose to return to his hometown of Deli Serdang.
Meanwhile, Namora only noticed Joe's actions that looked very solemn with the rituals he did.
"Let's go to Tengku's grandfather's house! Stay behind me!" Take Joe to Namora. They then walked through the alley of the house owned by Tiara then turned to the right where there was a house in the form of a bamboo-walled stage and interlaced with the trunk of Nibung.
The atmosphere around him did not change at all. Even the wasp's nest on a tree was still there. And Joe has a lot of bitter and sweet memories with the wasp's nest.
As soon as they almost reached the house, Namora looked very alert and stood right behind Joe. However, his eyes were extremely wildly watching around him.
"Grandfather..! Grandpa Tengku. Joe's coming home to cake!"
There's no answer. There's just a breeze of beach breeze blowing through Joe's face. But make no mistake! Such silence even contained the threat of danger that at any moment could come.
"Look. Is Grandpa still alive?" Ask Joe again.
Wuzz...!
A shell shot swiftly towards the young man's forehead.
"Haha. I like!" Joe said he flicked his iron ball.
Wuzz..!
Cat!
The iron ball that was stopped by Joe collided in the air making the shells that came earlier shattered. Now it is seen the iron ball continues to slide and then collapsed on the pole of the front of the house stage.
Wuzz....!
Cat!
Ngungs... Ngungwa..! Ngong!
"Dead us! Run Namoraaaaaa!" Shouted Joe while taking off his backpack and then ran to the beach.
Seeing the roar of hundreds of wasps chasing towards him, Namora also did not stay silent. He also immediately fled the panting pontang then threw himself into the sea water.
"Haha. Jin Iprit's Son. Feel your part! That's insolent with the parents!" A very old man came out of the house laughing out loud and looked at Joe and Namora who had plunged into the sea.
He knew it was useless to attack Joe. It can't work. Because, this Joe mastered all the knowledge he had. In fact, Joe also mastered perfectly the silat science mastered by the late Grandpa Malik. So, it can be said that if there is a fight, Tengku Mahmud must lose to Joe in addition to age as well.
"My fate is always unlucky. Get the teacher, both are insane," maki Joe with a reddened face because of the slowness of soaking by holding his breath.
Shortly after, Namora's turn popped her head up. The young man's face was red.
"Death to us Joe!" Namora said in fear.
"You just shut up! He came," said Joe as he watched an old man step in with a very light step towards him.
"Heh Jin Iprit's son! What did you come here for, huh? Comehere you! I'll snap your teeth!" Benteng Tengku Mahmud.
"What's my fault, cake?"
"Silence snarl you up! Come here I say, come here!"
"Alright Cake. I'll come!" Joe said then stepped back to the beach.
He knew that in order to vent his longing expression, Tengku Mahmud would definitely torture this Joe in a very unreasonable manner.
"Heh. You prayed for me to die soon, huh?" Ask Tengku Mahmud as soon as Joe arrives in front of him.
"I swear, no Brother! Joe just asked if Grandpa was alive?" Joe said while setting the distance.
"Just the same. That means you're praying for me to die!"
"Lohs. Kok. The context is different, cake!" Elak Joe while imitating Tengku Mahmud's style of cacophony.
Namora who saw the behavior of the two men of different ages grinned very ugly. I don't know what expression that is. Smile or laugh. Clearly, Namora's facial expression was very ugly. Just like a kebellet for big water.
"Just like that. Punishment must be meted out! Here you are Jin's son!" The Master's orders.
"Death to me" Joe said in his heart. He then walked closer towards Tengku Mahmud with a face full of resignation.
"Here you are Jin Ipriiiit!"
"Out cake. Don't cake. Kuping if broken up there are no spare parts in the supermarket! Don't keekkk!" Joe said while being dragged by Tengku Mahmud with his ears on the jewer.
"Look. Where's Uncle Tigor?" Joe asked on the sidelines of his ringing.
"Don't switch the conversation. You're under the law!"
Joe began to resign and obey wherever the old man dragged him.
Arriving in front of the stairs, Tengku Mahmud released his jewelry in Joe's ear.
"Heh Jin's son! What did you come here for, huh? Do you know that there are many people from Hong Kong coming to Indonesia, especially the city of Kemuning, the city of Lake Putri and Kuala Nipah to track your whereabouts?!" Ask Tengku Mahmud.
Hearing this question, Namora and Joe looked at each other with frowns.
"Remember Joe! Stay away from people you care about. Or, they would be their target!"
"Right now, your uncle Tigor is leaving for the city of Kemuning. I will leave this village soon too. Remember my message! Stay away from those you care about! Or, you'll lose them" said Tengku Mahmud as he moved from his seat on the stairs, and entered the house. Shortly after, he came out carrying a piece of cloth containing his clothes.
Seriate...