Namoras
Namora's head is dizzy again

...High School Tunas Bangsa...

Some students were sitting in groups in front of the school cafeteria. They were seen discussing about Namora who had not been in school for five days.

Naturally, because since Namora won the pencak silat championship tournament held in Dolok ginjang, his popularity skyrocketed and suddenly became a celebrity in school. Every boy wants to be closer and be friends with him. As for the girls, they obviously craved for someone capable young man like Namora. Not only handsome, but Namora is very tough. Which woman does not want her lover is able to protect herself and make her feel safe and comfortable. And all that they could see was in Namora.

Namora did not know that she was a celebrity at school. All this time, other than Jol, no one really thought he existed. He felt the kindness of others besides Jol. They are Jericho, Jaiz, James, Julio, Jufran and Juned. It's just that the relationship broke apart when they ignored Namora while attending Merisda's birthday party at the time. From then on, Namora would not even look back at them.

At present, the conversation between the J7 children also leads to Namora who has not entered school for almost a week.

"Eh, Jol. You're very close to Namora. Do you know why our champion didn't go to school?" Tanya Jufran opened up about Namora.

Indeed, Namora's current state is highly classified. Not many people know how he is at the moment. That's why they don't know anything. In fact, Jol, their leader did not know even though he was very familiar with it.

"Come, Juf. I also did not hear from Namora after she was detained in Dolok Ginjang by the police there," replied Jol who was also not aware of the news about Namora after parting ways in Dolok Ginjang.

"Did he go to jail for Diaz's death?" Jericho tried to guess.

"Cannot be. Even if he goes to jail, the principal must have known. After all, Diaz's death was purely an accident in the ring. Where can be prosecuted. The information in the contest was clear and used legal authority. Do you think the game is illegal?" Jaiz's objections to Jericho.

Jol sneered in his heart. He clearly knew that Namora no longer wanted to be friends with them. Why are they so busy wanting to know about Namora. But, Jol remained silent before Juned patted her on the shoulder.

"Jol. You're very close to Namora. Why don't you just try to visit her?,"

"You wanna come?" Jol asked with a mocking smile.

Juned spontaneously shook his head. He knew that Namora was deeply offended by their actions at the time. He remembered that Namora said that after tonight, Namora is dead and Namora is the new Namora. He also said that they were friends, but not friends.

It's not just Juned. Others know they are guilty. They wanted to improve, but Namora did not give them a chance and kept a distance with them.

"If you don't want to, I'll go alone after the study hours are over" Jol said, rising to his feet as the hours of study would soon begin.

Seeing Jol get up from his seat, the others followed and immediately walked to their respective classes.

*********

In the Batu city police department housing, Namora seemed to be limping in. Occasionally he held a section on the wall of his room to refute his body so as not to collapse. He tried hard to restore his stamina as before despite having to withstand some complaints because his strength was still too weak.

He stepped out of his room with the intention of wanting to breathe fresh air. It felt so boring to be in the room.

If it wasn't for Mirna banning him from going out, maybe from the morning he would have come out of the room and sat on the porch.

Mirna is not home because she has to shop. So, he stole this opportunity to leave his room.

Arriving outside, he saw that Mr. Harianto was sitting on a chair with a cigarette of leaves tucked between his wrinkled lips, and a cup of concentrated coffee that still reflected the smoke right in front of him. The old man seemed to enjoy it very much.

"Can you walk?" Ask Mr. Harianto without looking at Namora.

Namora limped over to the old man, then shook his hand. There was a smell of tobacco that Namora so disliked on that hand.

"What about the wound on your body?" Harianto asked back.

"Not healed cake. Sometimes it still hurts," replied Namora. He was goosebumps when he looked into the mirror how there were quite a number of incision scars on his body. What he doesn't know more is, how did he survive? In fact, his assailant at that time was eager to kill him.

Mr. Harianto shook his head. "How can I save you. I know your situation because Rio's the one who's preaching. But, whatever it is, the most important thing is that you're alive now,"

Namora nodded. Then he tried to remember what happened before he actually fainted.

It crossed his mind at that time, before he lost consciousness that there was a clinking sound that made Takimura's katana wasted to the ground. The rest he doesn't know anymore. Only, why did Takimura's katana get bounced off? A little more will hit his body.

Namora shuddered as well when imagining her head being separated from her body if Takimura's katana didn't bounce. But it was only for a moment. Because, right now the look in Namora's eyes was cold and in her mind right now there was only one word. That is, revenge.

"What are you thinking?" Ask Mr. Harianto when he sees Namora like a daze.

Namora shook her head. He was still late in his mind.

"You're too scared. On the other hand, you are also too angry. Fear will hinder your steps, because every time you want to take a step and a decision, you will be full of doubt. While anger will cloud your mind. If your head is overwhelmed by anger, you will not be able to think clearly which will also affect every decision you make. You're too green for a violent world like this. But if you don't experience it yourself, how do you know what it's like. A warrior would actually be said to be a warrior after experiencing and going through many battles. Free to have power if not used, it will end with mere empty wishful thinking. Theory will only be nonsense if its practice fails. Everyone has their own talent. But talent will rust if not honed. I taught you everything I have. However, to develop, hone and permeate everything I teach, is to find a formidable opponent, and you have to get through it. You have found it and you have experienced it yourself. At least you'll think how to go ahead. Unless your brain's too stupid,"

"How can a person who fights not be angry?" Denied Namora was not happy because the advice from Mr. Harianto really felt cornered him.

"Everything has its value. If it is excessive, it will not be good. I have repeatedly told you that to master yourself, you must use your heart. To master others, you must use your brain. If you are overwhelmed by anger, not only will you not be able to use your heart, but your brain will not be able to think clearly. You will fail to master yourself. How to master others if you yourself are incapable of mastering?"

"So, who's been wrong all this time, cake?"

"Wrong. A million percent wrong! You're like a crazy cow that sits around as you please. Don't be so selfish. Think of the people around you. You're not a kara. Don't you know that when you're in a coma, everyone gets tough. What's more, I heard you wanted to attack L City because of the death of your men. What kind of crazy mind is that? If you want to go crazy, don't go crazy. I'll just stick it up!" Angry Mr. Harianto.

Namora was unable to look up to look at Mr. Harianto's face. He knew that when he woke up, he saw tired faces on their faces. Especially her mother.

"Then, can Namora not repay them?" Namora asked as she looked down at the tip of her big toe.

"You can read the situation. You should be able to measure the power you have. The great man knows when he should go forward, and knows when to back off. There is no shame in retreating. In chess, it takes a step back to update the strategy,"

"Isn't that good defense attacking?" Namora still won't budge.

"Are your skills good in every aspect? If you are not perfect and feel you have flaws, then a step back must be taken. Do you think when you attack, your opponent cannot counterattack?"

"A counterattack can only be done by the opponent when we retreat, Cake?!"

"Namorah.., Namora. Your fools are outrageous. There is a term, to know the strength of the opponent's defense, we have to make an attack. However, in order to test the opponent's attack power, we must defend. In martial movements, it was not just a step forward that was done. In addition to advancing, there was also a step back, then an evasive movement. Do you think when the opponent attacks, then he does not open a weakness? When your hand swings, it is clear that your ribs are no longer protected. Hindar, counter-attacking is a wise move when you take a retreat to defend. Understood?"

"Namora will think carefully of the cake," Namora said as she rattled her head.

"Whatever it is, both in the business world, the black world and in the life of society, there is a term of consideration. When to move forward, when to step back. When to make peace, and when to fight. Don't hate your enemies too much. You need people like that to hone your wisdom in thinking. In the end, it's what will mature you. To see faces, we need mirrors. To gain the ability, we need an opponent. To know what we are, we need critics. You know what health is like when you're in pain. You can only be said to rise when you fall. Everything has wisdom. And to explore that wisdom, only one who has a great heart and soul is able to do so. Because, people who have a small heart and soul can only complain, then blame the circumstances. Then, start saying that God is unfair. Woe to such a man,"

"Have the cake finished? My head hurts?"

"Rest. The days you're going through are hard. I know that you're a good boy. You don't have to find an opponent for now. Because, the opponent will be looking for you. Remember my message. You don't feel macho just because you're not backing down. On the contrary, it was not a tough guy. But stupid. Your opponent this time is quite heavy. However, if you can deal with it with a cold head, you will be able to win this fight. You already have the power, the resources and the people who support you. Even if you're just a tool, be a wise tool!"

"Namora understands cake,"

"Don't say understand too soon. Instead, think and reflect on what I taught you,"

Namora nodded. He didn't say anything else. His head hurt enough to hear this stuff. At least he doesn't understand. But that doesn't mean he won't think about it. Sometimes, a lot of advice given by parents is not understandable at that time. And that's understandable when we're really in that situation.

Seriate...