Namoras
The strange method of Rio

It has been almost a month Namora studied to Mr. Harianto. Now, both his physique, character and style are not like before when he has not practiced martial arts.

Namora looked calmer, not young and not at all piqued every insults and insults she received.

This change in Namora is not only felt by his friends such as Jol, Jericho, Juned, Jaiz, James, Jufran and Julio alone. Even Rendra and Marcus and the other kids feel it too. This made them even more think about disturbing Namora again.

One time they'll gang up on him like a month ago. But in the slightest they could not land a blow with a crushing on Namora's body. In fact, Namora did not fight back. He just squinted and avoided.

It was only a month that he learned. What if it's been three years? I can't imagine how this kid will be.

This afternoon, as usual. Namora who never missed training was immediately ready to leave for Mr. Harianto's house. He was like that not because he was diligent, but rather afraid of the old man. If the old man had to pick himself up to Rio's house, he could have broken his bones beaten by his teacher.

"You're leaving, Namora?" Rio asked the nephew.

"Yes, Uncle. Namora is afraid of being late. If you're late, Grandpa will pick me up. If that happens, Namora's bones will definitely break" the boy replied innocently.

"Uncle will also go to his house. Come with your Uncle!" Said Rio offering Namora a ride.

Namora immediately shook her head as a sign that she rejected the invitation from her Uncle earlier.

"Why?" Asked Rio wonder.

"Grandfather forbids Namora. He said, don't be spoiled. As a boy, you have to be manly. I don't know what Grandpa wants,"

"Yes already then. Uncle will precede you," Rio said anyway.

"Yes Uncle. Namora will chase from behind," replied the boy.

After she she sheathed her shoes, she immediately ran after Rio in front of her antique Toyota hardtop.

"This child. Truly Mr. Harianto has instilled high discipline to him. Otherwise, how could he possibly be this obedient to the old man," Rio muttered inwardly.

Rio continued to glance towards the rearview mirror. He now saw Namora turn right through the rows of shops while sheltering from the blazing sun, although it was almost three in the afternoon.

When Rio arrived at Harianto's man's house, Namora soon arrived. Sweat drenched his forehead. But just sweat. His breath looks ordinary. Though he had run from his home to the house of Mr. Harianto who was a distance if walking normally, it will take approximately 20 minutes.

As soon as he reached the front of his silat master's house, Namora immediately bowed while greeting the old man who looked as if he was busy twisting his whiskers.

"You've arrived, Namora. Now go to the back. Warm up!"

"Good Cake!" Replied Namora who immediately walked around the side of Mr. Harianto's house to the back where he used to practice.

"You, Rio. What the hell are you here for?" Ask Mr. Harianto to Rio.

"There's nothing sir. I just came here to heat up Namora just so that she is diligent and more active in practicing," Rio replied.

"Yes. The child must be hot. What else compared to others. He'll be mad. Although he did not dare to show his anger, but it was clear from the look in his eyes that he did not like if there was something better than him. And that is the nature that exists in a male child!" Mr. Harianto.

"If it's a problem, I have a solution. Let's see it later!" Rio said with a meaningful smile.

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Exactly as ordered by Mr. Harianto, in the back yard of his house, looks Namora is doing a stretching warming.

When he saw two other people of different age were heading towards him, he immediately stood up and straightened his body with a ready attitude.

"I want to see what the strength of your horses looks like" said Mr. Harianto. He immediately pulled out a long rattan of three jengkal tucked under the roof of his home kitchen.

Namora suddenly felt her throat dry. He knew that he would definitely get something bad when he saw the old man clutching a rattan in his hand.

"Modar me," Namora murmured in her heart.

"You ready?" Ask Mr. Harianto.

"Ready!" Answer Namora firmly.

Bugh!

Not yet lost the voice of Namora's answer, a slow kick has landed on his calf making Namora who is not ready immediately fall down while grimacing.

Namora stood up immediately. There was no time for him to complain. Or, he would be even more miserable by his teacher.

"Are you ready?"

Namora's tongue felt short and unable to answer the old man's question. What to say, he's the wrong one to say ready. But he was not prepared at all.

"Horses!" Said the old man giving a warning.

"Hait..!" Namora immediately bent both her legs.

Bugh!

"A...!"

Once again Namora fell down and this time even harder than before.

"Wake up, or will grandpa libas!"

Namora wriggled up and returned in the position of the horses.

"Just yesterday you did it right. It's falling again. Forgot huh?"

"Also cake. Namora was wrong," Namora replied not daring to stare at the old man. He could only stoop down to the sand at the end of his foot.

"Is that all you can do, Namora? Do you want to lose to your father's master's son Joe William, huh?" Rio's successful ejek made Namora immediately raise her head.

The boy's eyes were now gleaming withstanding the overflow between anger and disappointment.

Rio and Pak Harianto felt that the heat-up method had worked, although there were questions about who Joe William was just called by Rio earlier.

"Who is Joe William?" Ask Mr. Harianto.

"Joe William is the son of my brother's master, sir. Currently the child is being bullied by Grandpa Tengku Mahmud in Kuala Nipah," Rio replied as it was.

"Whatdidyou say? The great teacher Tengku Mahmud? Dead the child if it falls into the hands of the master sedeng and senget it. I just ran until midnight because I could not be trained by him. Though only entrusted by your Grandfather two days in Kuala Nipah," said Mr. Harianto. He felt sorry to hear that there was a child being taught by Tengku Mahmud.

"Sir. The boy is different. There's so much privilege in that kid named Joe. But, don't let Namora know," Rio whispered. He did not want Namora's heart to get hotter to hear him and Mr. Harianto praised Joe William in front of his nostrils.

"Who said I'd lose to that Joe?" Namora suddenly made a sound and the voice was very laden with displeasure.

"Grandfather. Once again!" Namora said directly to the position of the horses.

"Our method worked, sir." Said Rio smiling amusedly.

"Hmmm. Let's just see!" Said Mr. Harianto who immediately stepped towards Namora.

"You sure?" Ask Mr. Harianto as if he was underestimating the child's ability.

"Insha-Allah sure!"

"Hmmm. Alright!" Said Mr. Harianto.

"Horses!" Shake the old man.

"Hait...!"

Bugh..!

Bugh..!

Plaque...!

"Heh. You can withstand three times my kick. It's great!" Praise mr. Harianto. He directly stared towards Rio who instantly winked at him.

While Namora himself seemed very satisfied and began to settle in the chest because he was too proud to be able to withstand a kick from his teacher. Although he had to feel his calves like moving to the thighs, the important thing is that he was not underestimated and that was more than enough. For him, it was better to be dying than to be ashamed.

Seriate...