Namoras
Revenge in Namora's heart

Thanks to an explanation from Rio, reinforced by Ameng, Acong, Sugeng and Timbul, Namora finally began to be heartened to accept the ridicule he received from his school friends.

This makes them no longer mock Namora as the son of an inmate. But now children of her age are beginning to commit acts of violence.

Although there are Ameng and his friends who always drive and pick up Namora to school, it does not mean Namora is 100% safe from the interference of children who are their peers. In the classroom, Namora always gets bad treatment from people who hate her.

As of today, Namora remains in school as usual.

Some people began to ridicule and insult him as the son of an inmate.

But, Namora was just indifferent and passed away leaving them. He prefers to be alone under a shady rambutan tree.

At that time, Namora heard that people were telling her about a martial master who was about to open the Dojo not far from their school.

The elementary school children in this new village are interested in attending martial arts lessons opened by a man of Japanese descent.

The curious Namora also did not want to miss that information. He carefully listened to every talk of those who seemed to want to enroll as students in the Dojo belonging to the Japanese. Finally, he got information about the location of the Dojo not far from his school. Precisely, a former rented house that has a very spacious backyard. This backyard will be used by the Japanese descendants to create a karate college.

After school, Namora will take a look at the training ground that is currently open to anyone who wants to visit. In his heart, if Diaz, Ruben, Dudul and Rudi alone could enter, why wouldn't he.

Upon returning from school, Namora did not immediately return home.he who was very curious what kind of karate college was immediately trailing Diaz and the others to the Dojo.

Because the road to the former four-door rented house was different from the road he used to go through when he came home from school, then he did not meet with Ameng who used to pick him up after school.

While maintaining the distance between himself and Diaz's entourage, Namora finally arrived at the building of a four-door house that has been renovated into a karate college.

When entering the room, Namora was amazed to see the large collection of weapons both in the form of sticks, Toya, Boomerang, and even katana located in a special place.

There Namora also saw many pictures of basic martial movements.

Directly to the back, Namora now saw a large field and in the middle of the field, there was a kind of small stage. Maybe this stage is useful for training the competition between students who study here later.

The preoccupation of looking around, to the point that Namora had unconsciously hit the back of Dudul so that the Dudul was shocked not to play.

The boy grew up pretending to be in pain when he found out who hit him. It was spontaneous to make the other three men simultaneously turn towards Namora.

"Ouch!" Said Dudul pretending to fall.

"sorry. I was not intentionally. I'm sorry, Dudul!" Namora is trying to help Dudul stand up. However, his hand was immediately pushed aside by Dudul, and he returned to complaining of pain.

Many saw the incident, cheered and asked Diaz to avenge Namora.

Hot on the cheers from the people in the place, Diaz now approached, then pulled the collar of Namora's shirt, which was then bowed to help Dudul stand.

"You are, Namora!" Diaz said while pulling Namora's collar tightly.

Namora, who was forcefully pulled by Diaz earlier, was no longer able to maintain balance. He was pulled a few steps back, then fell right into the support of some sticks in the room until it fell and saw some sticks falling out of direction.

Hearing the noise from the room, of course, made some servants in the Dojo arrive.

Now, no less than five young men dressed in all-black karate uniforms approached Namora, then helped the boy stand up.

"What's this?" Ask one of the five.

"That's bang. Name's Namora. He's a bad guy. He pushed my friend to the point of falling. After that he deliberately leaned on the buffer of the stick so that it fell. Really are friends!" Asked Diaz who was immediately justified by all the children in the room.

"Is that right, sister?" Ask the young man to make sure.

Namora wants to answer and refute Diaz's allegations. But he didn't have a chance because not to mention he was talking, Diaz had already interrupted. "It's obvious he's guilty, Bang. How could he dare to admit,"

"Sister. You better go home. Before the things in this place are broken. Go home!" Said the young man, allowing Namora to go home.

"But bang!" Namora still wants to defend herself. But, Diaz again said, "Bang. Namora's a son of a criminal. His father was a chicken egg thief, now in prison!"

Namora was furious at the words spoken by Diaz earlier. I want to feel like he punched the face of a kid who was his age. But that's not what he did because he would definitely lose.

"That's it. You go home, brother. This is enough that you're making a mess here. Brother will not dispute your actions. But, don't ever come back to this Dojo again huh!"

Namora clasped her fist tightly. In his heart he promised that one day, every one of those in the room would pay a heavy price for treating himself unfairly.

Holding back the puddle of tears that wanted to drip, Namora finally turned her body towards the door to get out of the room.

It was difficult for him to discern whether his cry was an outpouring of anger or indeed he was the kind of crybaby child. But, in his heart now clearly burned the flames of vengeance to those who had treated him badly.

"Namorah!" Call Diaz after Namora has arrived at the doorstep.

Namora turned towards the direction that the voice had come from. And now he saw Diaz walking towards him with a proud smile.

"You should know yourself. This is karate school. You can't be here. Just find another college!" Diaz said mockingly.

"What's my fault with you, Diaz? You never stop bothering me" Namora asked in a trembling voice.

"You son of a thief. The proof, where's your dad? We all have fathers. Where are you your father?"

That question really hit Namora's feelings. Without saying much more, he immediately left the karate college place that had raised hope in his heart earlier.

Now, with a hollow heart he walked back to his school to head to the road he used to go home after school.

Seriate...