Namoras
Complaints of innocent children

The four boys looked at each other, then laughed looking at Namora who was currently standing staring because her steps were blocked by the four children.

"You hear what he said? He asks what's wrong, hahaha.no funny!" Said one of the four children.

Then, another person known as Diaz now advanced forward a few steps. He glanced at his other friends.

Understanding what the threshing meant, the other three children began to surround Namora and began to attack.

"For you, I was thrown by the teacher with chalk. Now, you feel this!"

Bugh..!

"Ouch!" Namora screeched as Diaz kicked her back.

The others, as soon as they saw Namora had grimaced in pain instead of feeling pity. They pushed Namora's body down, then immediately showered the boy with a punch.

The unbalanced and unopposed fight finally stopped when Namora's nose was bleeding.

The four children looked frightened and immediately ran away.

As children, they were terrified to see blood. In addition, they are also afraid if later this problem is known by the teacher, especially the principal. That's why they chose to run away and leave Namora who was currently crying.

No one cares about it. Everyone was just passing by, but no one asked him why he was crying.

Tired like that, Namora finally woke up and noticed her condition. Now he saw some parts on his uniform were torn, also some buttons on his shirt had been broken.

Namora immediately hit the dust attached to her bag, then stepped back to her house.

From a distance, four adult men just watched with a furious face towards Namora who continued to step further away.

"Why did you forbid me, Meng?" Ask the man who is next to him.

"You want to be a kid? That's their business. Why did you interfere?" Replied the man called Meng had defended himself.

"Clearly. My heart aches knowing my niece was treated like that!"

"Prophe Cong! Remember the message of bang Tigor! He doesn't want Namora to be spoiled. All in all rely on others!"

"It's outrageous. I'll beat up the boy's father. His son was like that, because his father did not properly educate his son!"

"Sugengs! Don't you go crazy. It's a children's problem. Let it. Namora must be able to get through the hard times. If not, how could he be our mainstay!"

"Yes already is. Come on Cong we're leaving. Just leave Ameng and Emboss it. What are we doing here too? Just makes me hurt!"

"Come on!"

The two young men left their two best friends who could only shake their heads to pay attention to the departure of their two best friends.

"Acong.., Sugeng! Where are you guys going?" Ask Ameng.

"I'd better go back to Kemuning town. It's enough of you and Arise to be here!" Sugeng replied annoyed.

The two men continued to pass and crossed the road leading to two units of cars parked under a shady tree.

Namora's return from school in a state of morat-marit that makes the mother feel shocked.

Although this is not the first time he returned with such circumstances, but the name of the mother will definitely feel worried.

"Namorah. You fighting again?" Ask the mother.

The boy shook his head in response to a question from the mother.

"Then, why are your clothes torn here and there?" Ask the mother again.

"They ganged on me, Mom," Namora replied as she was.

"Mom. What was my mistake in going to jail? Namora shy Mom. Dad's in jail, but Namora's bearing shame. If you're only in jail, we're okay. But why was Namora the target of abuse, humiliation and exile by them Ma'am?" Ask the boy while crying.

"My son. Be patient. It's only temporary. It won't be long. Later, if you are patient, everything will be beautiful in time!" Said the mother trying to raise the heart of the son only wayangnya it.

"What was Dad's fault in going to jail? Is it true that you're in jail for stealing chicken eggs?" Ask the innocent boy.

"Who said that to you huh?" Ask the mother who started to ride.

"They're Mom. They say that Namora's father is a mobster. Some say that Namora's father is a thief. They always say Tigor panangko tolor manuk!" The boy said again as he continued to cry.

(Panangko in Batak means thief. While tolor manuk panangko, meaning chicken egg thief)

"That's not all true. You don't believe all that. Your father may have been a chicken egg thief, while his brother was a cop. We also have a big house. Never short of money. Never starve. Would it make sense if your father was a chicken egg thief?"

"But why did you go to jail, Mom?" Ask the boy again, dissatisfied.

"Namorah. You wouldn't understand if I explained. Wait until you grow up. Your Rio mother and uncle will tell you everything!" Answer the mother persuaded.

"That's all I ever said. A little bit wait big. A little bit wait Namora big. Namora hates Daddy. Because he's in prison, Namora is embarrassed!"

"Yesterday!!!" The mother began to rise in blood.

"If you say that again, I'll slap you in the face!"

"Namora wants to be like people. Going to school was delivered by Dad. Go anywhere with mom and dad. Where's his Dad? All this time it was just mom. Dad can't go home. He was only in the iron room. Every time we come, Dad's always in the iron room. Hate it like this!" Said Namora who immediately slammed her bag, then ran out of the house.

"Namora! Wow this brash kid. Who taught you that, huh?" The mother started running after Namora. However, the boy had already fled away.

"That's a pity for you, son. If you could understand and think a little mature, you would be proud to have such a great father. He was jailed for demanding his right as a child to be deprived of his happiness by those who posed for themselves as the Skull Gang. You will be proud one day" said the mother in her heart.

The beautiful woman immediately re-entered the house with mixed feelings. There's a bone in him.

Actually, if you think back, which child does not want a complete family. There's mom, and dad.

Which child does not want to be taken by his father to school. All kids want it. No exception to Namora. Given this, Mirna could only shed tears.

Seriate...