Namoras
Advice to Namora

The sun is really hot this Sunday. The day that should have been spent on vacation for the other students did not apply to Namora.

Amidst the scorching sun that afternoon, coupled with the sound of worms in his stomach sounding as if he was singing a heavy metal song, Namora seemed to be practicing while being guided by Mr. Harianto.

Large grains of sweat began to drip from his forehead continuing to seep down to his chin and part of his chest.

Singlet shirts worn by the young man's responsibility can already be milked because it has been soaked by sweat since. However, the young man did not complain. From the radiance of his eyes, there was a very strong desire to absorb all the martial arts that were handed down to him.

In the position of the horses, on the thigh of the child is also dressed with weights. On top of his head was the same. Even worse, under his butt was attached a kind of incense that lit up smoke. Little did the boy lower his buttocks, then it was clear the embers from the burning incense earlier would sting him.

The heat above and the heat from below make the child sweat so hard. But again, he did not complain at all.

Seeing the determination of the young man, Mr. Harianto would not want to praise also in his heart.

With a rattan stick in his hand, he stepped slowly toward the boy, then watched as he surrounded him.

"Remember! You lower your ass a little, then the coals will welcome him!" Said the old man giving a warning for the umpteenth time.

"Namora understand, Cake!" Answer the boy. Although it felt heavy, but he still tried to hold it.

Sreeet...!

There was a sound of something dragging from the bottom of Namora's butt which turned out to be where the incense stick was just like it was made of pottery.

Bugh!

As soon as the place of the incense was far from the bottom of Namora's ass, suddenly Pak Harianto kicked Namora's calf.

"Hmmm... Goody. Almost perfect!" His murmur symbolizes satisfaction. There was a faint smile adorning the old man's wrinkled lips.

"Now you can stand up straight!" His orders to Namora.

Hearing the command, Namora immediately shifted the ballast that had been pushing down on her thigh. After which, he also released a ballast on top of his head.

Now Namora's position is upright and ready to receive other orders. However, without warning, the old man immediately sent a fist towards Namora's face.

Wuzz..!

"Hap!" Namora immediately repelled the sudden attack with her left hand, then threw it aside.

"Why stop? Are you going to let yourself be attacked without giving a reply?" Ask the guy anyway.

"Pelse cake!" Shouted Namora who instantly sent a fist towards the old man's chest.

But..!

It's good that Mr. Harianto caught Namora's wrist, then twisted the young man's wrist.

Namora was forced to turn once forward to free her hand from the twisting. After that, he immediately caught the old man's thumb, and held it tight until the grip of Harianto's hand slipped from his arm.

"Dee..!" Namora sent a kick towards the old man's stomach.

Instead of dodging, Mr. Harianto tilted his body and lifted his knee so that Namora's leg kick slammed into the old man's knee.

Like kicking a large wooden block, Namora grimaced with the pain at the tip of her leg after her kick was greeted with the knee earlier.

"You're in too much of a hurry. Better watch your opponent's body parts are empty and unguarded!"

Bugh!

"Look at your empty body!" Suddenly, Mr. Harianto swept his foot against Namora's left leg.

Pork!

Like the sound of a sack of rice being tossed, Namora fell in a jolted position.

"Don't say ouch! Or I'll send a kick to your chest!" Shake the old man.

Now, Namora hastened to her feet and has stood up straight again.

"Namora's Turn, Cake!" Said the boy while opening a series of short moves with short steps.

"Hmmm.., you've mastered the step of ducking. Now let's try!" Mr. Harianto seemed very interested in the steps which were very meek but contained that power.

Namora seemed very flexible once demonstrated the steps earlier. Now, after he got closer to the old man, he immediately rolled up his trouser legs, then...,

"Don't...!"

Plaque..

Plaque..

Plaque...!

Three times there was a very loud slap from Namora's hand which was greeted with a stalk by Mr. Harianto.

Namora looks back a few steps back, then like a rooster about to fight, she returns to the scoundrel with her legs slightly dragging to the ground.

"See the cake attack!" Pekik Namora who at that time gouged the ground with the tip of his foot. Inevitably, now the soil mixed with sand splashed towards the face of the old man, who managed to make Mr. Harianto a crime.

Bugh..!

There was a sound of a blow hitting the target.

Now, Mr. Harianto seemed to stagger a few steps back. He deliberately gave up a little to arouse confidence in Namora.

"Keeeeek...!" Namora immediately ran over to the old man. But, what did he get? As soon as he approached, a flick hit his nose.

"Where is your vigilance?" Ask Mr. Harianto. However, he immediately massaged his chest that was hit by a breakthrough from Namora earlier.

"Sorry kek. Namora's worried!" The boy replied with a face still implying worry.

"Huk.., uhuk.., uhuk. It turns out I'm old. Not like before" he said, standing up.

Namora immediately ran towards the chair made of rattan, then placed the chair near Pak Harianto.

"Sit cake!" Namora said.

"Uhuk.., uhuk.., uhuk," again Harianto coughed.

"The older a person is, the less enjoyment. Little by little God draws favors from us, without us knowing it.

Reduced healthy pleasure with frequent pain. Reduced pleasure eating because teeth start to date. Reduced vision because the eyes begin to nearsighted. Reduced the pleasure of good looks because the skin that was once tight is now wrinkled everywhere. Woe to those who are unaware of this. And you're Namora, use five before five. Take care of your youth before your old age comes! Keep healthy time before the time of illness! Keep rich before poor! Take care of your time before your narrow time comes! Keep alive before you die!"

Namora bowed to the old man's advice. He did not fully understand what Mr. Harianto said. Because, all he felt right now was a sense of regret for having injured the old man.

"Namorah. You remember very well what Grandpa taught you. This old body is a real example that time will never wait for us. Slowly but surely, one by one will go away from us. Love is just like, hate is just hate, love is just love, and love is only love! Do not exceed the limits. It could be today you baby, tomorrow it becomes hate. And vice versa. He is the One who turns his heart. Nothing is eternal. Eliminate dependence on humans. Because only disappointment you'll get. Understood?"

"Namora will remember it cake!"

"good. Now you can go home first. Tomorrow afternoon you should come again!"

"Namora Obey!" Answer Namora. He immediately greeted the old man.

Before leaving, Namora immediately grabbed her shirt, then stood up straight and bowed before Mr. Harianto.

"Namora let cake go home!"

"Hmmm...!"

Namora immediately stepped out of the back of the house Mr. Harianto with a mind that drifted in an uncertain direction.

Seriate...