Namoras
The highlight of Namora's birthday

The previously warm atmosphere instantly turned silent by Tigor's reflection on what he had just received.

He realized how much this prison had distanced itself from the family. Even worse, he even distanced his son from knowing who his God was.

He who also seems to dissolve in the pleasures of the world further aggravates his spiritual connection to the creator.

The super-hard innuendo of Ameng was as if slapping his awareness that how important early education is for children to know who has created him and for what he was created. For indeed, God did not create Jin and Man except to worship Him. Worship the One One, the One, the Most of All.

The wife and son were really fun. Very happy. What's more they grow up in a healthy state not one less. However, if the upbringing of his faith is lacking, it is not impossible that later the child can turn into an enemy. And Tigor was aware of that. That's what makes him look down at the corner of the plastic mat where he is sitting.

"Dad. What about Namora's style?"

Tigor's daydreaming stopped instantly as Namora, his only son, approached him.

Tigor tried hard to smile and pulled his son's hand so that the child would sit on his lap.

"Your moves were very good. Very regular. But Namora needs a teacher who can really teach Namora about these two styles. Later Namora will understand how important the last move was. That's not a way to fight. However, it is very important even mandatory for us. That true salvation is not in this world. Except right there!" Tigor said while pointing upwards.

"Here?" Namora did not seem to understand. The boy looked up repeatedly. There was nothing he could see except the stars that accompanied the moon, and the darkness of the night.

"Yes. There is eternal life after life in this short world. We just live in this world. Migrate to find provisions for a very long journey to the afterlife. Did Namora ever teach?" Tigor asked gently.

"Yes, ever. In the city of Kemuning Namora there is a njai teacher. But not here. Because, no one wants to accept Namora. They said, Namora's a chicken eggplant kid," replied the boy innocently.

"Patience son. After uncle gets married, uncle will take you to Batu city. After that, you can go back to teaching" Rio said.

Tigor heard the innocent answer from his son. But he knew that all this would shape his son's personality. Namora, as a child of the most powerful man in these five cities must be strong. Because, if he was a crybaby, then he would not be worthy to continue what Tigor had pioneered. At least that's what's in Tigor's heart. Without him realizing it, this excessive pressure from the environment will later change the character of Namora into a snow-hearted human figure.

"It'll be 12pm soon. Let's get her birthday cake ready!" Take Acong to the others.

Some people immediately got up from their seats, then walked towards the outside where their car was parked.

Not long after, they again entered the field in their hands with a large box containing birthday cake for Namora.

When they arrived, without being commanded, everyone who was in that place immediately moved and made a circle. Now, Namora along with her parents are in the middle of a circle.

"Let's plug it in and light the candle!" Said Rio anyway.

Arise immediately pulled out a match, then lit a candle that was at the very top of Namora's three-tiered birthday cake.

As soon as the candles lit, they flocked to begin clapping and singing a happy birthday song to Namora.

The atmosphere that had made Tigor's heart raging, now back cheerful. What's more when he saw his son also clapped with a smile and followed by singing happy birthday song.

"Happy birthday.."

"Happy birthday..."

"Come Namora! Pray first, then blow out the candles!" Speak to me while clapping.

Namora closed her eyes and opened them slowly. After that, he started blowing out the candles on his birthday cake.

With great difficulty, the candle finally went out. Now, Namora begins to cut her birthday cake with the help of Tigor and Mirna.

"Come Namora. Who's the first piece of your birthday cake for?" Rio asked excitedly.

Namora looks confused. "Sorry Dad. The first piece Namora gave to mom!"

Tigor nodded and smiled. For her, Mirna deserved the first piece of her son's birthday cake. However, for a child, it is three levels above the father. Certainly not in everything.

When Namora handed over the first piece of her birthday cake, Mirna immediately received the cake from her son, but Mirna did not eat it right away. Instead, he gave the first bite to Tigor. After that, the rest of Tigor's bite, then he put it in his mouth.

"So sweet...!" Ejek Ameng while laughing.

The others laughed too. Then, the atmosphere became rumbling with applause from everyone who was in that place.

"Namora wants what gift from dad?" Ask Tigor. Back he sat Namora on his lap.

"Namora doesn't want anything. Just want to hurry High School so that dad will go home soon," replied the innocent child as it is.

"certainly could. It's just that everything needs a process" Tigor said.

"Namorah. It's a gift from me!" It was seen that a child who was the same age as him gave Namora a gift box.

"Thank you, Udin!" Namora receives a gift box from Udin.

Just when it was Hendro's turn, he just handed it over without saying anything. And Namora also accepted it. Even without looking at Hendro. He was already uncomfortable with Andra's child.

Just as the clock was 01 am, dozens of police officers began to lead the prisoners back into their rooms.

Now, it was Tigor's turn to re-enter the room where he was in prison.

It feels hard to let go of a loved one. What's more is that she feels happiness because Namora no longer hates her.

After saying goodbye, Finally the wife, children and friends also one by one leave the detention center to return to their respective homes.

Now, Tigor was alone in his cell. As usual, he sat back alone while leaning against the stone wall.

There are many lessons he learned today. He strives to be mindful of what he receives and to live it patiently.

Seriate...