Namoras
Namora's not yet human
Mahatoo. The Kampar Riau area
An old man seemed to be stuffing some worn clothes into a bag made of pandan woven. Occasionally, the old man seemed to grumble with a look of face between growling and worry.
The old man was Mr. Harianto, Namora's silat teacher.
Yesterday, he got word that Namora had an injury. He also learns from Rio that Namora was the target of an assassination. Therefore, as a teacher who educated Namora, she was clearly very worried about the safety of her protege. What's more, the news that he received was that Namora was currently in a coma in the hospital due to too much blood and there was a very malignant poison in the scar she suffered. This is what makes Mr. Harianto feel very worried and assume that he must immediately return to the city of Batu to see for himself what the state of Namora.
Mr. Harianto, although very fierce and always pressured Namora while practicing first, however, he loved the boy very much. Only after he finished lowering the martial arts he had, then he left Batu city to adventure to various villages. Starting from the old mountain of South Tapanuli, to Sidwahan, then continue to adventure until he gets a place that he feels comfortable. And that place is called Mahato which is located in Kampar Riau.
In this Mahato, with his retirement money as a coach in a would-be police education camp, he bought a plot of land, then started farming. It's just that, just a few months he settled in the village, bad news came from his most beloved student.
"This child. Why is it so easy to be defeated by an opponent?" Thought in the heart. However, he looked back for a moment before sighing. "Of course the opponent is tough. Or maybe, the fighting experience of the child is still a fingernail," he said again.
Clamping a pandan bag on his armpit, the man stepped out of his hut, then asked neighbors to drive him to the bus counter. It was estimated that he would arrive at the stone city after traveling for twenty-three hours if there were no obstacles.
At the same time, one by one cars coming from the direction of Kemuning city began to be parked in front of Batu city people's hospital.
At this time, Ameng and three other people got out of the car. They are Andra, Acong and Embossed.
Shortly after, two more cars arrived. Each of the two cars was filled by Monang, Bejo, Sugeng, Ucok, Thomas and Jabat.
The ten middle-aged men immediately entered the hospital door and immediately met the receptionist to inquire about the patient named Namora.
After getting an answer where Namora was treated, the ten men immediately lined up like ducks entering the cage tracing the hospital corridor towards the room said by the receptionist.
Before arriving at Namora's room, they cross paths with a man who appears to be a foreign national. It looks good from hair color, skin, eyeballs even to its posture. Only, they did not want to take a dizzy look coldly full of probing from the man. Instead, they continued to step towards the room.
After knocking on the door, a nurse opened the door to see who was coming.
I don't know who set it up, it looks like Namora is currently receiving special treatment. This was clearly visible from the VIP room he occupied. In fact, a nurse was specially placed to guard Namora.
"Sorry, Sir. What is there need?" Ask the nurse politely.
"Miss nurse. Sorry distracting. Is the patient being treated inside named Namora?" Ask Ameng directly without wasting any time. However, he was not Acong who immediately sparkled when he saw the nurse's slippery eel.
Hearing the question from Ameng, the nurse did not immediately answer. Instead, he looked towards the ten people with a full-fledged gaze. Understandably, he finds out that Namora, who is lying in bed, is the victim of a murder target. Therefore, he currently looked extremely probing as he stared at the group of middle-aged men who were standing in front of the room door.
Seeing that the gaze of this nurse's eyes were filled with a lookout, Ameng immediately opened his mouth to explain. "Miss nurse. We are Uncle Namora. My name is Ameng. And these are my friends. We deliberately came from the city of Kemuning upon hearing that our nephew was being treated in this people's hospital" Ameng said.
While the nurse went to confirm the identity of Ameng and the others, suddenly the foreign man who had crossed paths with them immediately turned around and stood like a rock in front of the door. His face was expressionless. It was bloodstains from the clothes he was wearing. This made Ameng wonder who the foreign men who blocked the road.
About ten minutes filled with stiffness, the nurse returned in a hurry and said, "sorry Mr. Ameng. I don't mean to make things difficult for Dad. However, it is the duty entrusted to me to confirm in advance who the person who will swipe the patient will be,"
"Then?" Ask Ameng briefly. However, there was no displeased look at his eyes.
"Please Sir. I asked about my father's identity. Forgive me!" Back the nurse apologized sincerely before allowing the ten to enter.
After the foreign man gave way, the nurse immediately led the way. And a very surprising atmosphere was clearly visible when they arrived inside. How not? At present, Namora's condition is far from good. There was an infusion hose and I don't know what other hose was embedded in his body. Meanwhile, there were many bandages on some parts of his limbs.
"Oh God. My niece. What's going on?" Tanya Acong directly approached to the side of Namora's bed.
"Sir. Please slowly sound a little. The patient is currently in a coma. Luckily his physique was very strong. If not, it is likely that he is no longer alive", said the caretaker with concern..
After hearing the reprimand from the nurse who was specially assigned to guard Namora, Acong immediately closed his mouth, then whispered to the others.
.
"It looks like we can't do anything about it. What can we do to make Namora wake up?" Ask Acong.
Ameng and the others did not know what to answer.
"Miss nurse, how does the hospital handle this?" Ask Ameng.
"Sorry sir. Currently the hospital is also dead-end to identify the type of poison present in the patient's wound. After all, this poison was extremely strange. It is absolutely uncertain. Fortunately, the equipment in this hospital is quite complete. So it can measure the time before we can do research to make an anti-poison," the nurse explained.
Hearing the reply from this nurse, they all suddenly suffocated.
If the hospital has said so, what about those who are average only good at fighting.
"Miss nurse. We entrust our nephew to you. Do your best. Money matters, you don't have to worry. We'd even be very grateful to you if we could cure our nephew's illness,"
"That's our job, sir. Saving people is our top priority" the nurse replied, forcing her to smile.
Seriate...