Namoras
Namora pissing in her pants

When Namora got home, Rio was the first to notice Namora's tattered camping state.

He knew Namora must be in a fight. But, to be sure, Rio immediately approached the boy to ask him what exactly had happened when his nephew was at school.

Namora, who could no longer dodge the blur of questions posed by her Uncle, could only answer soberly that she had been bullied by her schoolmates. However, when Rio asked who that person was, Namora was reluctant to tell. To him, there was no point in him telling. He was also attacked.

"Hurry to your room, get a towel and take a shower. Don't go to the kitchen! Or your mother will know that you were fighting" Rio said.

Namora complied and immediately entered her room. After that, he rushed back to the bathroom to clean himself up.

"You're home, son?" Tanya Mirna who is cooking is assisted by Rio's wife.

"Yes Mom. Namora's gonna take a shower!"

"Hurry to take a shower so we can have lunch together!" Mother's message.

Namora nodded and forced herself to smile.

***

After lunch that day, Namora, who was pensive on the front porch of the house, felt that someone was sitting next to her.

After she found out that it was Rio, she smiled.

"What are you pondering, Namora?" Ask Rio. He gently rubbed the head of his nephew.

"Uncle. Just try if this Namora can defend. Of course Namora will not be constantly insulted, ganged up, and belittled like this" the boy complained. He wants to be like other people who are free to make friends without being different. He also wants something that can defend himself if there is another braking like that when he was banged near the rambutan tree.

"Are you vengeful for them?" Ask Rio.

Hearing the question, Namora spontaneously nodded. And this made Rio unhappy.

"If you want to train just out of spite, then uncle won't interfere, what else will help you. But, if you want to learn martial arts in order to defend yourself, uncle will try to find a Master who will educate you," Rio stressed. Naturally, he no longer wanted to deal with the name vengeance. Because, more than half of his life is shrouded in vengeance for the deaths of his parents, as well as his uncle's family. And the culmination of that grudge, now the only brother he has is languishing in prison. And the sicker thing was, he himself imprisoned his brother. Not very funny.

"Then Namora promised not to take revenge" said the boy. He looked excited as he felt a breath of hope fresh from his uncle's words just now. It was impossible for Rio to say that if he did not have an acquaintance who could teach him about martial arts.

"Uncle still has an hour to go back to the office. Now, you take your shoes, and go with Uncle! Uncle will be waiting for you in the car" said Rio who had stepped towards his old Toyota hardtop.

"Asian!" Namora said in my heart. He immediately jumped up and ran into the house, then headed straight to the room to pick up his no-strap rubber boots.

After she put on the shoes, she ran back and said, "Mom. Namora go first. Want to come with Uncle to the police station," he said without reducing his running rate.

Not yet had his mother answer, he had tiptoed up to the car then got into it and sat down beside Rio.

"Come Uncle. I gave my permission" Namora told a lie.

"You lied, right?" Tempted Rio while pinching his cheek.

"Hehehe. Have requested permission. It's the same, Uncle!" Namora doesn't seem to be to blame.

"Yes already. We're leaving now!" Said Rio anyway. He then started the engine. After that, the car drove slowly towards the Batu City police station.

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When he got out of the car along with Namora, some of the enlisted men seemed to pay their respects to him.

"Good day commander!" They said simultaneously.

"Good afternoon. Is Mr Harianto inside?" Ask Rio.

"Each commander. Mr. Harianto waited for the Commander since then!" Answer them.

"Ah I'm late again," Rio said in his heart.

"Thank you. You guys continue your work. I'll go inside first!" Said Rio who immediately returned their respect ala respect to the police.

When Rio arrived inside, he saw a man in his 50s sitting while smoking a cigarette. Sometimes the man coughed because of the cigarette smoke.

"Good day, Coach!" Said Rio giving a greeting. He then saluted, then greeted the man in his 50s.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Where's the kid?" Ask the old man.

Namora who was frightened to see the look of the old man since just now was just hiding behind Rio's back. He was afraid to see the two-colored whiskers that adorned the man's lips with length and transverse. At first glance, like a sacrament. He was also afraid to see the man's big red eyes. What else is his face, exactly like a robber. This makes Namora almost pissed in her pants.

"There, Mr. Har. Here it is," said Rio who directly reached his hand towards the back. Coincidentally his hand managed to reach Namora's ears. So the ears that he pulled made Namora grimace and inevitably follow the direction of the pull of his Uncle.

"Come closer!" The man said it made Namora tremble in fear.

"Uncle!" Namora whine who was already feeling dry in her throat.

"Why? You scared? He said he wanted to learn," Rio sneered at the weapon.

It's only natural that Namora was scared. Let alone Namora whose motives are learned just because they do not want to be underestimated by the people around him. He alone was motivated by revenge for the death of his parents had been pissed in his pants when trained by the old man. What else is only Namora who is almost 13 years old. He was already 18 years old when the old man educated him with some very strenuous and excruciating physical exercises.

"Namora fear. Go home yuk!" Take Namora who is almost crying.

"Going home? Don't you want to learn martial arts?" Rio's asking trying to strengthen the child's resolve.

"But..?"

"There's no buts! Here you are!" The old man said by forcefully pulling Namora's hand.

"I've got here. If there's nothing I can torture, I'll destroy this Stone City police station!" Said the old man fiercely.

Seeeerrr...!

Justright. Namora is now pissing on her pants. Lucky he's a kid. So, the smell of water dripping from the boy's pants was not that pessimistic.

"Stand up right! Or I'll circumcise you once more!" Once again Namora is snapped.

Now the cry of the boy broke. Crying because of intense fear.

Actually, who was that old man who was about 50 years old. Looking forward to the next chapter!

Seriate...