Joe William
Rehearsal
That day, after returning from school, Joe who did not want to play around again to the village immediately trained diligently.
After every day he was trained by his grandfather by lifting weights while walking down from the river to the hut and from the hut to the river, now the child's legs are also mounted heavy and forced to run here and there.
"Out cake. I want to take off my knee." Joe William said as he fell.
"That's not how much. You see that one big calf ring over there?" Grandpa asked as he pointed at one large shackle hanging on the wall.
"Why cake?" Ask Joe curiously.
"That's her next weight reaches fifteen kilo grams. Later after turning 15, you have to use it every day." Said the old man who was greeted with a frightened look from the child.
"Now come here!" His grandfather's orders.
"With a step dragged, Joe finally arrived beside the old man.
"I'm going to open this weight on your feet. After that, you try running from top to bottom of the river, then up again." Grandpa said as he untied the child's feet.
After the bond was removed, Joe now began to run towards the edge of the river and then run again to climb up and down and up again.
"How does it feel?" Ask her later that.
"Simply light cake. I can fly." Joe said with a cheerful smile.
"Now you know what I mean, right? Now kick this!" The old man said he ordered Joe to kick the coconut shell, which was tied to the height of the boy's forehead.
"Well...!"
Praaaq....!
Looks like the coconut shell broke scattered hit by Joe's kick earlier.
"Good! Real nice. Now let's practice again!" Said the Grandpa.
Seeing the results were quite instant, making Joe now spirit of training.
It's very clever that grandfather raised the spirit of Joe's training. In this way in addition to increased confidence, the spirit of practicing doubled its increase.
"Left..!"
"Hait...!"
"Right..!"
"Well...!"
"Hit ahead!"
"Yep...!"
"Kick left."
"Because..."
Clap.
"Ouch...."
"I told him to kick left. Is that left or right?"
"Hehehe. Right Cake."
"Makanya come again!
Left Kick!"
"Ciaaah...!"
"Well that's right. Now put the horses right!"
"Sheap."
Plaque...!
"That's less of a bend!"
"Dwearing... Can you tear my pants off this cake!"
"Tear later in the sewing. Put the correct horses."
"Lookin?"
"Less that."
"How about a cake? You're a bloated grandpa."
Seemed a pebble hit the child's hanker made him fall down.
"Adha... Grandpa wants to teach martial arts or make me disabled?"
"Eat him pairs of correct horses. I'm not asking you to say I'm sane or bloated. If you can't get the horses right, then don't expect you to be like Bruce Lee."
"Exercise every day. Horses every day. People's turn to fight isn't allowed."
Joe William grumbled as he confirmed the location of his horses.
"Basar son of a sompret. If you want to fight, they're not your opponents. Later if you're an adult, you'll know what your training is for. Now don't protest. Exercise properly or you can't eat."
"That's always a threat from my grandfather. Can't eat. A little bit, can't eat." Joe said while sneering.
"Basar anak sedeng. You choose! Fit the horses properly, or I will shackle your feet with those fifteen-kilogram shackles. Huh uh?"
"Yes yes yes. Because of these horses I always got a threat. Cakes. Can't it be turned into goats or cows?" Joe asked as he scratched his head.
"You're this. Look out for you!" Said the Grandfather as he stepped closer to the iron shackles.
"Yes the mercy. Apun cake. These are the horses. I won't say any more goats." Joe said while confirming his horses.
Seeing that the boy had bent his legs, the old man stopped approaching the iron shackles and said. "The horses are very important for defense. When your horses are sturdy, you will not fall easily when attacked by your enemies. Now I will test how strong your horses are."
The old man took a piece of wood and wrapped the end with a thick cloth. And after that,
Bugh...!
"Aws.... Argh.... Why did you punch my belly cake?" Ask the child while maintaining his body balance.
"It must be tested as hard as your horses. That one was good. Now I'm gonna put these two buckets in your hands. You'll have to hang on to your horses for an hour." The grandfather said as he hooked the two-liter and a half bucket on the boy's left and right hands.
"Mak. I could faint like this." Joe said as he grumbled short lengths.
"Shut up or I plug your mouth!"
"Yes yes, I'm silent." Joe said while holding on to the burden that was getting heavier and heavier.
Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes.
Now a grain of corn sweat had dripped from the boy's forehead.
His eyes were now increasingly wildly glancing towards the old man who just kept sitting while sipping coffee.
"My grandfather this. Don't you get tired of waiting for me?" The boy said in his heart.
"Look. My stomach hurts." Said Joe who had been thinking hard to find an excuse.
"Not many reasons. It's still less than forty minutes." Said the old man.
"Old cake."
"If you want a minute, it doesn't matter. But you won't regret being bullied again by those kids who bother you." Said the old man.
As soon as he heard those words, the cynical face of this child began to appear on his face. Suddenly he felt no more the heavy weight of the two and a half litre bucket of water hanging on his arm.
This made the old man feel a murderous aura behind the cute face of the child.
"Joe, it's time to run out." The old man said as he lifted the two buckets hanging on the child's left-right hand.
"Now try your hand movements!" Said the old man.
"Gee. Why is my hand so light?" Ask the boy to be amazed.
"Eat him. Every suffering, there must be something behind it all. Don't complain too quickly! Instead, try to be stronger, stronger and stronger!" The old man said.
In fact, although Joe was impressed recalcitrant and always refuted, but deep in his heart he kept every objection given by his grandfather in his heart and mind.
"Now try to hit this!" Said the old man while pointing towards the tires of the car that was already filled with sand.
Joe just complies. And then.z...,
Bugh... Bugh... Bugh...!
"Heh. It's getting more powerful." Joe said with great joy.
"OKs. We used to practice. Take a break, at five in the afternoon, I'll tie you with the tires. You have to run five times around this hut by dragging that tire. I'll tie it later on your waist." Said the old man.
"More dead I am." Joe said in his heart.
"Why pale? Don't want to."
"You cake. I want to." Joe said in a hurry.