Namoras
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After searching from east to west, north and south along with northeast and southwest, Rio finally managed to also get what he was looking for. That is, black chicken from top to bottom, for the requirements for Namora who wants to accept the knowledge that will be passed down to her.

At first glance, this chicken is very similar to a crow. Rio just goosebumps looking at the whole black chicken like this.

After all the requirements have been fulfilled, and the rituals have been performed which are impossible to explain here in detail, then, exactly Thursday afternoon leading up to Friday night, Namora became the only student of Harianto Pujakesuma.

That night, with his alakadar lighting, Namora also began to be taught basic exercises such as horses, as well as basic steps in pencak silat.

Only three hours Namora trained, and it felt like 3 days, because of the weight of the training method he received from Mr. Harianto.

"Right!" Mr. Harianto said giving aba-aba.

Namora immediately advanced her right leg forward.

"Bend!" Said Mr. Harianto again.

Plaque!

"That's less bending!" The rebuke followed by the first blow was already received by Namora, making the child grimace.

"More on the bend again!"

"Good cake!" Answer Namora obediently. He immediately bent his knees lower than before.

"The left hand above the waist is clenched, the right hand is stretched out also in a clenched state! Do it like you're gonna punch your opponent!"

"Like this cake?" Ask Namora.

Plaque...!

"Don't be weak like a sissy. Do it fast and hard!" Once again Namora got hit with a rattan. And this was the second blow he received in less than ten minutes. Imagine if three hours. How many blows he took.

Namora was crying in her heart. However, in order to cry for real, it was obvious he did not dare.

"Now you're following Grandpa's movements!" Orders from Mr. Harianto.

Namora immediately straightened her body, then stood behind the old man.

"Right foot!"

Namora immediately followed what the old man had done.

"Bend lower!"

Namora immediately imitated what Mr. Harianto did.

"Right hand hits forward!"

Back Namora doing the movement taught by Mr. Harianto.

Mr. Harianto stood up and turned to look at the position held by Namora.

Plaque..!

"The distance between your legs is too close. Just a little more!"

"Yes cake!"

"Drop your knees to the ground, then make a sweep using your left leg backwards!"

"Like this cake?!" Ask Namora.

"Do now!" The old man's orders.

Namora immediately practiced what she saw earlier. He felt that what he was doing was right. But, still he received a blow for the second time.

"Are you afraid of getting dirty or are you afraid of getting sick? What if your opponent attacks from behind and you're afraid of getting dirty. You could die like that!"

Back Namora made a move just like she did earlier. And this time he didn't want to be hit again. So, he really did a sweep of his left foot. And it was quite successful even though his feet were flushed due to rubbing with the surface of the sandy soil.

"Hmmm. Not bad!" Said the old man. Very cool he gave a compliment.

If Joe William and Tengku Mahmud can still often joke and prank each other, with Mr. Harianto do not expect it to be like that. His face alone was already like an ice sculpture with sharp eyes like an eagle. Namora was quite frightened when she was face to eye with the old man.

"You can go home now. Tomorrow afternoon don't come! Don't let Grandpa pick you up at home. Broken your bones grandpa slaughtered!" Threaten the old man with a face still serious and cold.

Shudder at the nape of Namora hearing the threat.

Namora immediately stood up straight, then bowed before the old man.

At first Mr. Harianto wanted to rub the child's head gently. His old soul is very loving. However, I don't know why it wasn't so he did. Instead, he immediately said firmly. "remember tomorrow lest grandfather pick you up at home. Don't ask in between. You're a man not a woman. So, from now on, behave like a boy!"

"Namora obedient cake!" Namora replied still bowed.

"Go home now!"

"Yes cake!

Assalamualaikum!" Namora. He immediately grabbed the old man's hand and then kissed him.

"Hmmm...!" That was all the old man said. But in his heart he returned the greetings from the boy.

"Italy...!" He said in his heart.

After Namora left, she entered her house through the kitchen door, as the training ground was right behind her house.

As for Namora himself, getting out of the backyard of Pak Harianto's house was like being released from prison. Name he is not allowed to eat before exercise.

He wants to get home soon. He wanted to eat even though he only had salted fish, he was currently starving.

"Huh. About my stomach," Namora grumbled. He continued walking towards the highway and walked down the store terraces. That way, he feels safer.

"Tomorrow the exercise again. I hope my bones don't break" the boy muttered in his heart.

After being satisfied on foot, Namora stopped at a shop. He immediately took out the money and took out a small bottle of mineral water. His throat was dry during the exercise.

After that, he walked back to get home.

Almost 20 minutes on foot, the boy has now entered the police housing area.

Luckily Rio's house isn't in the middle. So, just passing the guard post, he had reached the front of the house and immediately tidied up his clothes before entering the house. He was worried that if he returned in a tangled state, his mother would ask him this and that. He was most afraid of lying to his mother. While Rio forbid him to tell anyone that he is currently practicing martial arts to Pak Harianto Pujakesuma.

"Where have you been Namora?" Ask her mother when Namora is home.

"Namora was training, ma'am" the boy replied.

"Exercise why until this late new home," asked the mother again.

"Sister. He's probably practicing a group. It's student business. Let it be. As long as what he did was positive!" Rio immediately cut in before Namora replied. She was worried that Namora would say that she learned silat. What he was more worried about was, Mr. Harianto would scold him if it was discovered that Namora learned martial arts from him. I don't know what it means to keep this a secret, I don't know!

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