Namoras
the antidote from Joe

The old Toyota hardtop slowed down its speed when it arrived in front of a footpath in a village very close to the sea.

The path is located at the end of the village and there is seen a stilt house that is a little secluded from the houses of other residents.

When noticed, the house is made of woven bamboo, roofed Rumbia leaves and interlaced Nibung stem hemispheres.

The old man who was still sitting in the seat next to the driver looked at the house. There was an unfathomable expression from the look on his face.

"The house is still like forty years ago. Hasn't changed. There I felt the abuse of the old man for a few days" muttered the old man who was none other than Mr. Harianto. If noticed, her current rome feathers were clearly shuddering in horror.

Rio, who became a traveling companion of Mr. Harianto, only paid attention. He will not ask until Mr. Harianto himself asks for it.

"Rio. Let's go to that house. But remember! You should be behind me. Otherwise, it would be difficult for me to protect you if the old man attacked suddenly" Mr. Harianto warned.

Rio nodded according to the old man's words before opening the car door and getting off.

The two men of different ages walked slowly down the path cautiously. However, when they saw an old man arguing with a young man who was the same age as Namora, they suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Because, if they saw the old man, then his attack would be legible. The worry is, when saying greetings, but do not see the form of the old man, then get ready to receive a patch of shell in response to greetings.

Next to the house on stage, there was a man who was very old was scolding a young man who looked very tattered with his hands on the earlobe of the child.

How is it not said to be ragged? The child's current appearance was more pitiful than a vagrant.

She was wearing a singlet that had already lost its original color. The boy was also wearing sloppy trousers. Worse still, the waist of the pants was tied with raffia rope, the legs of the pants were rolled to the knee limit, the, while the other one was left alone so that it was clear that there was an imbalance in the pants worn by the child.

The child who currently seemed to be being punished looked very handsome. Only, the boy's grim face was very growling. One look at it, one would be able to feel the heart eating when looking at the child.

The impression obtained by Mr. Harianto is, even though the child is being punished, but at least there is no tone of fear in his words when answering every nagging from the old man.

"Basic son of jinn. I told you to study well. But why did you throw that wasp nest, huh? Do you want to see me die soon?"

"Yesterday didn't grandfather say that throwing the wasp's nest was part of the lesson?" Asked the child at once answered the anger of the old man who was fouling his ear.

"Indeed you are the son of jinn iprit. Yesterday I was just kidding. You fools want to obey my orders. What if I told you to go inside the whale's mouth, would you?" The old man looked up at his eyes so much that the young man was not afraid, but laughing.

"Mighty grandfather of nature. There's a guest" said the boy, not arguing. Lucky someone came. So that he could distract the old man and be free from punishment.

"I don't care who comes" the old man snapped. Then, with one of his hands, the child's ears were stretched out, and the other hand reached into the waist. Then.z., uh...,

Wuuuzzzz....!

"Revelation, Rio!"

The sound of reprimand followed by a thumping sound was heard not far from the front yard of the stage house.

Two figures seemed to fall face down on the sandy ground.

In front of them, there were two pieces of seashell stuck. Can be imagined if their bodies are affected by the skin lesatan shell, it certainly does not taste good. And if you can choose, it is better to eat Padang satay than to be exposed to shellfish that dart like a bullet.

Rio and Mr. Harianto did not dare to get up immediately. Instead, he got down and occasionally glanced towards the old man. When there was no movement, then he got up while covering his head with one hand, worried that he would get another attack.

The boy who had been scolded by the old man pranced cheerfully at the sight.

With a pathetic look of a tramp, he wandered like a hot iron petatang petenteng with a facial look that made people very furious.

"Hazard again, Cake! Hit again!" His ink heated up the old man.

"Hajar your snoring?" The old man glared at the rancid boy furiously.

"Stop saying! If you continue, I will torture you to soak two days and two nights at sea" the old man threatened.

Hearing this threat, the boy laughed out loud as he pulled his slightly sagging trousers up to the central boundary.

"Have the child at home. It turns out to be just as crazy as Tengku Mahmud. If it was Namora, chances are the boy would cry," murmured Mr. Harianto inwardly.

"What do you think, Harianto?" The old man nodded.

"Tengku. Forgiver. Servant did not dare," stammered Mr. Harianto replied to a snatch from an old man who was none other than Tengku Mahmud.

"Snap again cake!" Pinta the boy's pumping.

"Be quiet you're the genie's son. I plug your mouth with this clam skin!"

Hearing the threat, the boy immediately covered his mouth, then inched behind Tengku Mahmud.

"Say the purpose of your coming here. And that monkey boy behind you, he never thought I was his grandfather. Is that a monkey boy?" Tengku Mahmud asked as he pointed towards Rio.

Brugh...!

Rio slammed his knees to the ground, then with his knees, he walked over to the old man, then grabbed his hand and kissed. "Ampuni Rio cake. Too many jobs that Rio could not leave behind. Grandfather knows Rio's job is to serve society. Rio where have a lot of time,"

"Ooooooooooh.., so, now you have time?" Tengku Mahmud asked.

Rio felt a lump of embers stuck in his throat. He could not answer any more than bow his head.

"Harienko. Tell me what the purpose of your arrival is!" Pinta Tengku Mahmud firmly.

"Look, Tengku. Your great-grandson Tigor's son Namora..," then Mr. Harianto told all the events that happened to Namora, as well as asking for help to think about how to deal with the poison that was in the child's body.

"You guys. If there is a need to just remember this old man. Otherwise, I'm just a lump of weathered meat in your eyes" Tengku Mahmud snorted unhappily.

As if knowing the answer to be obtained from Tengku Mahmud's chatter, Mr. Harianto immediately gave a handkerchief to this old man while saying, "try Tengku see this. This I took from the scar on Namora's body,"

Tengku Mahmud picked up a handkerchief with a pus stain, then handed it to the young man behind it. "Joe. Let's see, can we make an antidote?" Pinta Tengku Mahmud to the young man named Joe earlier.

The rancid boy named Joe noticed the handkerchief, then examined it.

"The evil poison" he sighed. His face turned serious. But it was only for a moment. Then he came back grinning and shoving his nose, "it's just a matter of bird-tie," he said later.

Both Mr. Harianto, and Rio were stunned to see Joe's behavior. They did not expect that Tengku Mahmud instead asked for the opinion of the stinking child. "What is the child's ability?" Thought in the heart.

"Grandfather. I'm going inside to get the cure" said Joe, who climbed the stairs. Soon, he came out with two pills, and a machete.

After handing the pill to Tengku Mahmud, Joe immediately went to the bushes not far from home, then began to penetrate the bush with the sound of slashing.

Over twenty minutes, Joe came out of the bush carrying some leaves, roots and some plant stems similar to galangal.

"The poison is so vicious. Instead, the person suffering is taken home. The hospital will not be able to identify the type of poison. Give a pill to the sick, then boil this plant, let the sick soak in lukewarm water until the water turns black. After that, give one more grain of this pill. After this is done, then take it back to the hospital to undergo recovery," Joe said as he put some plants in his hands into plastic waste, then handed it to Mr. Harianto.

Mr. Harianto received Joe's gift with a frown. He timidly glanced towards Tengku Mahmud. However, a nod from Tengku Mahmud led him to believe that what the boy named Joe said must be true.

After chatting for some time, and it was late afternoon, finally Pak Harianto and Rio decided to go home and immediately give treatment to Namora according to instructions and advice from Joe.

Seriate...