Namoras
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Mother's love, to Beta.

Infinite all the time.

Just give, don't expect to come back.

As the Sun shines upon the world.

It has become a habit for new hometown elementary school students, when it will end the subjects and close the learning today. When the students would leave the classroom to return to their homes, they would close it by singing a song. Whether it's a national anthem, or a song that's usually sung in elementary schools. Only then will they greet the homeroom teacher, before scrambling out of the classroom where they study.

"Horeeeee.... Go home...!" Said the disciples cheering cheerfully as they jostled to greet the teacher's hand, before scattering out of the classroom.

It is also no exception for a boy with a sharp nose, a little blonde hair and a middle side. From her tiny lips was a faint smile, even though there was a glare of pressure on the look in her eyes.

"Stop you son of a prisoner!" Said one of the male students while pulling the collar of the child's shirt that made the smile on his tiny lips immediately fade.

The boy grimaced and tried to get up. However, before he woke up from the fall, one leg had stepped on his hand which made the child complain of pain.

Who is this poor boy?

His name is Namora Habonaran. Transfer from Kemuning city.

His mother's name is Mirna. While his father named Tigor who is currently a prisoner in the Batu city detention center.

Since the grandmother and grandfather of the mother died, they finally moved to a new village that is still in the district of Batu City. They moved not because they do not have a house in the city of Kemuning. Their house is big there. In fact, none of the people in this new village who have a house as big as their own in the city of Kemuning. However, everything they left because there Namora also always get insults from friends who are the same age as him, the son of the inmate. Therefore they left the city of Kemuning and moved to a new village in the hope that no one else would insult his only son.

At first everything went well. Until one time there was a transfer student from the city of Kemuning who leaked to other students that the father of Namora is a criminal who was arrested by the police, then imprisoned. From here Namora began to be shunned, bullied, even hostile by children her age at school.

Namora looks grimacing withstanding the pain while raising her head looking towards the person who stepped on her hand earlier.

"What look? Any debts?" Ask the boy to Namora.

"Diaz. You stepped on my hand! Lift your feet up!" Said Namora who was still grimacing enduring the pain.

Instead of lifting his legs, the boy named Diaz was even lifting one leg, so that all his weight was concentrated to the side of the foot that was stepped on the hands of Namora.

"illness?" Ask her while mocking.

Namora's eyes began to water between the pain, and the outpouring of anger. But he did not dare to do much. Because, if he fought back, he would definitely be the other moons.

Once he had a fight, what happened? He was attacked by more than ten people. As a result, he came home battered.

Thinking up to that, Namora simply endured the pain she felt while hoping that the teacher would see the incident, then reprimanded Diaz.

"Diaz! What are you doing?"

Diaz was surprised not to play when a piece of chalk shot and hit his forehead.

"Sorry Mom. Diaz was not on purpose!" Said Diaz who immediately lifted his leg from Namora's hand while rubbing his forehead which was painful due to the chalk throw from the teacher earlier.

"Don't think you didn't notice your behavior, Diaz! I've noticed you bully Namora. He is your friend too. There's no difference between you and Namora. You stand equally high, sit equally low!" Firmly the teacher tried to advise his students.

"I'm sorry Diaz Mom!" Diaz said apologizing. However, the look in his eyes was like warning Namora that he should be careful on the road. Because, there's no way Namora will just be released. What's more after he gets a chalk throw and a reprimand from the teacher.

"I'm sorry Namora!" Diaz said while helping Namora to rise. But that's not a sincere apology. Because, when he looked down, he whispered threatening words into the child's ear.

"I'm not done with you, Namora! Because of you, I got a chalk throw from the teacher. I'll make the calculations with you later!" Threat Diaz.

After posing a threat, Diaz pretends to smile and helps clean the back of Namora's pants.

"Don't rush out the door!" The teacher warned. But the name is children, only yes, he said. But, still they fight each other to precede the exit.

At that time, Namora who was already feeling hungry, also wanted to rush out. But, once again he received unfavorable treatment. Because, when Namora headed towards the door, one leg had scuttled her steps, causing Namora to fall again.

"You're the son of a prisoner! Your place is in the back. Don't try to be equal to us!"

"Yes right. You are not equal to us!" The other word.

Namora immediately shuffled and stood back up.

He continued to stand until all the students in the class finished coming out, then he left the classroom.

Arriving outside, Namora lifted her bag to protect herself from the sun, and continued to walk back to the house only inhabited by herself and her mother.

Namora continued walking away from the primary school area which was only fenced off by Chinese bamboo plants. But, as soon as he arrived outside, it was seen that four boys of his age had been waiting.

"You were out of class for a long time. Are you scared?" Ask one of the four boys.

"Alright, Diaz! Why are you constantly bothering me? What's my fault with you?" Ask Namora. He wants to enjoy his childhood without insults, distractions, anything else fighting. That was why he asked to move to this new village.

As a child, he wanted to play together, chat with other friends, study groups together, and get good grades together. But that's not what he got. In fact, he is constantly bullied, exiled, despised, and even rarely gets rough treatment from children who are his own age.

He wanted to ask his mother to change schools again, but that was impossible. Because, he has just moved and has not even a year in this new village.

Seriate...