Namoras
Arrived in Permai

"Young master. Are we leaving now?" Ask Mr. Karim while walking with the car keys in his hand.

"Come sir. I still have a meeting this afternoon" replied Namora. There is still a lot of work to be done in the city of Kemuning. And there are some plans that have not been implemented yet. His father's freedom is three days away. He will not delay the work to be completed on time and can take part in his father's pickup troupe at the Batu city detention center.

"Young master. Can I ask for your time?" Ask Mr. Karim shyly.

"Say!" Namora Pinta.

"Look, young master. Actually I want to stop for a while to give shopping money to my wife. Not long though. At least ten minutes. After that we immediately went to the office," replied Mr. Karim hesitated. He was worried that Namora would be upset because he knew how important every second was to a businessman like his employer.

"It's okay. One way. What difference?"

"Thank you, young master!" Mr. Karim said excitedly. He was worried that Namora would not only refuse, but scold him instead. However, when looking at Namora's casual answer, it turned out that her worries just now were too excessive.

The two men arrived near the car and were ready to leave. However, before leaving, Namora did a Selfie and immediately uploaded a photo of her Selfie to her Facebook account with the caption, 'RAISE AGAIN. I WISH I HAD A SURPRISE!'

not waiting five minutes, the photo has been flooded with mixed responses and hundreds of likes. This surprised Namora. But he did respond. He immediately locked the screen of his phone, then put it on the dashboard of the car, then closed his eyes to rest.

Meanwhile, in Tunas Bangsa State High School, there are still many students who have not returned home.

Usually, after the completion of study hours, they will cool their brains and bodies in the cafeteria, or some are doing group tasks and pick and choose books in the library for them to read and learn. Only Namora was in a hurry to go home with delivered by Jol. That's because he's so busy. If not, he will sit alone with his best friend just playing online games or see other students who try to tease him. Understand, he's a celebrity at school.

Ding..! The notification came on top of the mobile screen of one of the students who was still sitting in a group in the cafeteria. After attached viewing, it turned out that it was a notice from Facebook that said that one of their friends on the social page uploaded a picture.

"Woy. Let's see this. This is Namora uploading photos on FB. Wow.., look at the background! Sport car," said the student while pointing his phone screen to the side to be seen by friends next to him.

"Where, can I see?!'

"Wanjay...! Namora's style,"

"Ih. Whose car is this?"

"Is it possible the car? This car must cost billions of dollars, right?"

"Yes. This must've. At least it's in the price range of 5 billion,"

"Crazy. Is it his car? I'm not sure,"

"Yes. Namora is poor. His father was also in prison.,"

"Allah. Soon doang's. I can too. Anytime there's a rich guy's car parked, I'll take a photo and make it a backdrop,"

The discussion between the students continues. And for now, Namora's photos go viral and get a variety of positive and negative responses. Some say that Namora is just showing off, even though it is someone else's car. However, not a few say that Namora is indeed the son of a rich man who is able to.

While at the same time, Karim and Namora are still on their way to the city of Kemuning.

Mr. Karim deliberately issued a driving skill and as if showing Namora that this is called a skill.

Namora, who usually does not care much about things, is forced to devote her attention. He kept paying attention to what Mr. Karim was doing behind the wheel. Occasionally he would be a beard, occasionally he widened his eyes.

"Later, teach me, sir!" Pinta Namora is a little boss. He likes it, but is not enthusiastic.

Actually, there are two goals why Mr. Karim issued his driving skills. The first one he was worried about was a few cars yesterday that were trailing them. The second one, he was indeed deliberately showing off and showing Namora that he was indeed worthy of the job.

Without feeling, now the car they drive has arrived in the village permai. And Mr. Karim also sighed in relief because there was no one to follow them.

"Oh. Which one's dad's house?" Ask Namora.

"That's about seven more houses" replied Mr. Karim as he pointed towards the hut house with the almost rotten wall.

Namora looked towards Karim's index finger, then nodded and asked. "What is the search in this village sir?"

"Brave, young master. Some are wandering, some are working as coolies. It's just that the biggest job is farming,"

Along the way, Namora did not ask any more. He just paid attention. He thought that if the crisis in his company was not too complicated, he might have invested in this village. Or, it could be that he will set up a factory and buy the income of the villagers and process it himself.

"Well. Young master, we have arrived. I beg you first. I was ashamed to enter. Afraid the young master is uncomfortable because of the condition of my home. Not long though. It's only 5 minutes" said Mr. Karim bashfully.

"It's okay sir. I also want to find the wind,"

"Don't young master. Your skin will burn. It's too hot today. If not the truth, please enter first. My wife will make you sweet tea" said Mr. Karim with gesture.

"What a paternity," said Namora. He did not refuse, instead following the old man into the house. While the neighbors have started whispering to see that Mr. Karim turned out to bring his master to their village.

"Gee. Not expected to be so young. Kirain is old or the same age as Mr. Karim. It turns out that young leaves," said the mother who really likes to see young single children who are still kinclong.

"See. Like a Korean artist" said another.

"Huh. Does Mr Karim want pansos? Perhaps he had deliberately brought his master home to be introduced to his nephew. Nila was the same age as the young man. He'd be willing to match them up one time,"

"Will Mr Karim sell his nephew?"

"Sat... Don't eat your own brother's carcass. The ghibah can't,"

"really. Anyway, Mr. Karim is good. Long ago when Lan was alive, when she came home from work, when she brought me souvenirs, we were always part of it,"

"Yes I was wrong. Uh. Too bad Lan, that young one died. If not, maybe their families wouldn't be this miserable,"

While people were gossiping, Namora was already sitting on a worn out chair made of rattan. That was the only chair in the house.

A middle-aged woman came from behind carrying a tray of tea and placed it on the table.

"Please drink Young master," she said, calling Namora young master because she had heard that her husband called Namora that name.

"Thank you ma'am. My name is Namora" said Namora forcing herself to smile. But that smile was hard to say. It looks more towards the grin of the donkey.

"All right, young lord Namora. Please have a drink. Excuse me for going back,"

"Please!" Namora said nodding.

I don't know what the woman fried in the kitchen, so the aroma stirred Namora's appetite. His stomach suddenly became hungry.

When she got tired of sitting, Namora started to stand up, then noticed the wall where there were some framed photos on display there, then Namora immediately noticed.

"Heh.., this?" Namora bought her eyes. On the wall, there is a fairly large photo and there are four figures in the photo. Mr. Karim, his wife Mr. Karim, Nila and another..,

Seriate...