Namoras
Phone call for Tigor

A prison warden in the stone city detention center looks very sleepy. However, his drowsiness instantly disappeared when he was startled by the sound of his cell phone ringing. Moreover, he knew who the person who called him was. At once his drowsiness flew to Paris and did not return. Maybe there's no fare.

"Hallo Commander!" The prison guard said, ready.

"Sir warden. I need your help!" Said the caller. Since the call is a video call, it is clear that the warden was upholding his body to look gallant. In fact, it is dashing.

"Ready!" The warden replied again with an attitude like that.

"Do you know any prisoners at the criminal detention center named Tigor?"

"Each commander! I know" replied the warden.

"Please lend your cell phone to that prisoner named Tigor! There's something very important. Can you?"

"Ready Commander!" Then the warden immediately walked to the detention center right behind his work room.

The sound of keys clashing rattled as the warden passed through the cell passages in the detention center.

When he passed by, not a single person dared to make any noise. This was because, this warden was famous for his decisiveness. If anyone fights and cannot be reconciled, then he will be happy to open the arena for them to fight like in the Ultimate Fighting Championship. In fact, it is even more sadistic to fight at the arena in this detention center.

If in the Ultimate Fighting Championship there are rules that must be obeyed, then here the system who still stands, then he is the winner. Because, one of them must be lying around. If you can, you should take a blood bath. Those who fight freely hit any part that can be hit. And it's all legitimate alias can be.

Kreeeng...!

The sound of an iron door opened by the warden earlier, then while putting on a roar face, he pointed towards the only person in the room. The man in the cell was named Tigor.

Handsome face. At first glance, it looks like a Korean artist. His face was shady and it seemed like the stuffy and confined state inside the prison did not make him depressed.

This person named Tigor, if seen at a glance, then until it is impossible no one will believe that he is an inmate. But, the truth is he's here.

His soft face, the shade of his gaze, and his lips that often sing a smile reinforce the people's objections that he is a heavyweight criminal. But, don't look at all that tenderness! Because, if he gets angry, be prepared to ask for a shaman's rock to break a bone.

The answer to why Tigor was alone in the holding cell was, because no one dared to be a prisoner with him. Moreover, the case was very heavy, slaughtering the Skull gang members until the rock hill became a scene of slaughter and blood.

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The handsome man like a Korean artist just glanced a little at the warden, then again sat leaning against the wall while hugging his knees. He did not care at all about the fierce gaze of the warden. However, he immediately turned his head as the warden again rebuked him.

"Tigor! There's a call for you. From the commander Rio Habonaran. You take my phone. But watch out! If it blisters, I'll ask for a new one. Not just just now! But, the latest release!" Firmly the warden threw his phone to the other side, hoping that the phone fell and Tigor would replace it with a new one. But what power, Tigor's nimble movement defied the expectations of the warden.

"Sir warden. Your movements are still too slow for me!" Tigor said with a smile. Then, he immediately stared at the phone screen.

Luckily the call was not interrupted when Tigor caught a mobile phone lesion thrown by the warden.

When Tigor looked at the screen, he saw the face of a young man there smiling.

"Rio. What's the matter you called me? Is there a problem in my family?" Tigor asked, who was leaning back against the wall of the holding room.

"Bao. Your boy Namora wants to talk to you. He said he missed!" Said the young man named Rio earlier. Then, he handed over his cell phone to a boy about ten years old.

Rippling blood Tigor heard that his only son was asking for Rio to call himself.

No wind, no rain. Suddenly Namora herself took the initiative to contact him. It was also Tigor's heart. Hasn't Namora hated her all this time?

With trembling hands, Tigor raised a little phone in his hand to make it clearer. Now, he could look up at the phone screen where he saw a boy who looked like he had just finished crying staring at him saying, "Dad...!"

"Namora.., Namora's Dad's son. Why are you crying, son?" Ask Tigor. The more trembling hands Tigor holding the cellphone of the warden sir earlier.

"Dad's home! Why do you feel at home there? Namora wants me here!" Exploded back the cry of the child after saying that his father immediately came home.

"Dad can't go home yet, son! You should be here a while longer!" Reply Tigor who followed in tears.

"Namora knows. Dad is great. Better than superheroes. Why not just run? Namora here is always teased by people. Just go home so Namora won't be mocked by them!"

"Can't kid. I'll be home after Namora's in High School. Namora must study hard. To quickly get to class. If Namora quickly sits on the high school bench, then dad will quickly go home. Because, the requirement for a free father is when Namora is in first grade High School!" Tigor said he was lying. He was sentenced to seventeen years in prison. And so, if counted, just when Namora was sixteen, she would be free. And at that time, it was true that Namora was already sitting on the High School bench.

"Daddy promise?!" Namora says like charging.

"Yes. Dad promise. Now, Namora can't be sad! Namora no longer cares about the people mocking Namora. As long as they don't hurt Namora by hitting, then let it go. They will get tired by themselves!"

"Yes. But I promise ya! Going home after Namora enters High School!" Said the boy again while showing his little finger towards Rio's mobile camera.

"Dad promise!" Kataa Tigor did the same. It was as if they were hooking each other's little fingers.

"Namora's going to have a birthday next week. Like I used to say, Namora would celebrate with me" Namora said, sparkling Tigor.

"Yes son. Your Uncle Rio will drop you off later. But, can you hug me on your birthday?" Tanya Tigor hoped. Actually, it was only natural for Tigor to ask such a thing. Because, all this time, Namora always refused and seemed very hateful when Tigor grabbed his hand and wanted to embrace him.

In response, Namora nodded her head, then gave the phone to her uncle Rio.

There was nothing happiest for Tigor, other than being able to talk to his son.

Repeatedly he kissed the cellphone owned by the warden, while being noticed by the owner of the cellphone with his eyes glancing.

"Here is my phone. Wet screen exposed to your saliva!" Said the warden. Then, he immediately left the detention room while nagging from Sabang to Merauke.

Seriate...