Namoras
Namora punished

The atmosphere in the classroom that was never calm before the teacher arrived became increasingly uncontrollable while Namora, the celebrity who a few days ago had won the pencak silat championship tournament.

Jol, who is famous for being very close to Namora was splashed in popularity. However, while in Dolok Ginjang, he was the one who seemed to be the trainer for Namora. He unceasingly gave instructions and shouted encouraging words to Namora even though he knew that Namora did not need them at all.

With his hero-like style, he breezed between the hallways between the student seats, then approached Namora. "Bro. How you doing?" Ask her. He wanted to pat Namora on the shoulder. However, he remembered back then that he had made Namora in pain from her actions. He immediately cancelled his intention.

Namora, who was notoriously expressionless stared at him blankly. Then he replied, "I should have healed faster. But you delayed my healing process by a day,"

Jol smiled wryly. She knew Namora was just joking, so she didn't take the giddiness over Namora's words just now. Then he pushed Namora's body to the side, then sat down.

"Young..,"

"Saturday...!" Namora placed her index finger in front of her lips when she saw a middle-aged woman entering the classroom.

That woman is Maudy. The famous female teacher is very fierce and prioritizes high discipline. He never cares if you're an officer's son, a cop's son, a thug boy, or a tricyclist's son, if you're not disciplined, then please quit his class.

Just when the monstrous woman who was able to deliver disaster to the student entered, the atmosphere turned silent. No one dared to squint. Even Rendra, Jol, the children of J7 and Namora the champion did not dare to dwell.

Namora felt her heart thump as Bu Maudy's gaze pointed at her.

He hasn't been in school for nearly a week. And that sharp gaze of his eyes clearly implied that he would be punished. And sure enough, Namora's heart stopped when Maudy called her name.

"Miss...!"

Namora jumped in shock, then immediately stood up, "present Mom,"

"Forward ahead!" Pinta Bu Maudy while holding a ruler roller made of thin boards.

Namora looked around, then dragged her steps towards the front where Maudy was waiting.

"I, Mom!" Namora said while bowing.

"Namorah. You know what your mistake was?"

Namora shook her head pretending to be stupid. But he was shocked when the rollers in Maudy's hand shot through his calf.

"A full week without going to school. What do you want to be? Do you think that after winning that match, you're going big-headed and acting as you please?"

"Namora apologizes Mom!" Namora said. He did not dare to reason. Because, if he said that he was the target of murder, his other friends would be wary of him and become frightened. So, he can only accept whatever punishment is given to him and will surrender to him.

"Sorry will be given. However, punishment must also be given" Maudy said firmly.

"Good, Mom!"

"Now, you'll be standing next to the blackboard during my class. You can't sit down. If you dare to break the sentence, I will increase your punishment by standing in respect at the flagpole during study hours. Understood?"

Namora hurriedly nodded. Then he stepped to the side of the blackboard, then stood there for an entire hour of study.

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Namora, who was standing all hour studying earlier, massaged her calves that felt moved to the thighs.

A few glances of eyes stared at him with various expressions.

Namora feels stupid. He stepped forward, then said in a threatening voice. "If you dare to open your mouth and say that I am punished, you will feel what a blow from this champion looks like! So shut up!" Namora said as she brandished her fists.

No one else dared to stare with a scornful look towards Namora. He had brought out the temperament of the champion before his classmates. Who would dare to fight it? Rendra was a real example after being stepped on by Namora this morning.

Namora felt what it was like to be feared after a long time of always being bullied by others.

If Namora had always received poor treatment and kept being bullied by those who looked down on her, now she began to show her fangs. He doesn't want to be in the bully anymore. At least, even though he could not have the charisma like Kenza, but he still did not want others to look at him as low as before.

Namora was no longer interested in continuing the rest of the lesson time. Because he knows he's gonna keep standing next to the blackboard. So, she immediately pulled out her phone, then sent a message to Rio. He wants to visit his father. There were a lot of things he had to ask his father about the company, and what steps he should take.

He knew that he could no longer just be passive and wait for others to attack him. This time he also wanted to counterattack and create a cloud in his opponent's pool.

Jhonroy in the town of L and the new village Dojo are those who are clearly hostile to him. And he had to finish off these people. Otherwise, he would never have felt what was called comfort.

The phone reads indicating the message has been entered.

He then read the text message sent by Rio. Then a very stiff smile was drawn on his lips.

He stepped up to his desk, grabbed his bag and threw it over the closet in his class.

"If a single inch of my bag were to shift from its place, I would destroy this class!" Threatening Namora, she immediately walked out of the study room to head to the parking lot. For some reason, since returning from a coma, Namora feels that something is wrong in her. He became angry quickly, there was an urge to make a fuss, and also did not feel any feelings of fear. Earlier, if not out of respect for the teacher, Maudy had long since thrown out the classroom like a sack of cotton.

"Morah. Where are you going? Are you gonna skip school after you just got into school?" Tanya Jol walked up to him.

"I have a little business. You know that I am a young master. I'm rich, I'm influential, I'm a celebrity, I'm a champion, I'm a target for murder, what else isn't attached to me?" Answer Namora arrogantly. But he can be arrogant because what he says is a fact.

"My fart. To others you can be like that. With me, don't boast. I'm your coach" said Jol, embracing Namora's shoulders.

"Damn. I owe you a lot Jol. It turns out that I've never had any improvement in front of you" Namora said as if demoralized.

"I only treat people once. If at first sight he was good to me, I would forever be like that. Fuck your identity. But on the contrary, if that person is like Dhani, Rendra and Marcus, even if he changes for the better, I will still treat him as an enemy. So, I judge others in my own way and others are free to judge me in their own way" Jol said.

"Jol. I'll go first to meet my father at the Batu town hall. You better keep a little distance from me. Or you'll get hit by the temple. I have many enemies now. There are dozens of people who want my death. Although I was never afraid, I did not want others to suffer because of me. I even decided not to go home so that my mother and Uncle would not be affected. I cannot have a weakness. Because, if my enemy holds onto my weakness, it will be very difficult for me to turn things around,"

"You doubt my solidarity?" Jol asked slightly scrunched his forehead.

"No. That's not what I meant. It would be a pity if you were their target to threaten me. Please understand!"

"Just calm. We've been friends since middle school. I know what you look like, and you know exactly what I am. Alright. I'll keep my distance from you. Hope you're not killed. Because, I'd be so sorry to see my best friend die,"

"Jol. Fuck you. Your prayers are too ugly. I have twelve lives. You just calm down. I just lost one and still have eleven left" Namora did not wait for Jol to respond to her words. He immediately ran towards the parking area. And soon after, the sound of the Yamaha R1 engine deafening roar followed by a blue shadow darting towards the school gate.

Seriate...