Namoras
Namora.

This afternoon, it remained as the previous afternoons, where Namora had to carry out her routine as a disciple of Pak Harianto.

He had learned a lot from the old man. Be it martial arts, wise tips and advice so that he can better control his emotions and control himself from the nature of anger which will certainly harm himself if not in place.

Currently, Namora is sitting with the ballast still attached to both feet.

Repeatedly he nodded his head as the old man sitting on the rattan chair lectured himself sitting on the sandy soil with only his own sandals.

"Namorah. You have powers that others who may not be the same age as you. Currently, even though you are only 15 years old, you have been able to master various fighting techniques. If your opponent is only Shodan in karate terms, then you will very easily subvert your opponent. Because, the level you have is way above Shodan. But you must remember! Don't use what I taught you to find the enemy!"

"Enemies are not to be sought. If you meet too, if you can avoid it, then avoid it! Do not doubt there is a saying that the enemy should not be sought, meet do not run, instead you deliberately provoke the enemy to harass you. That's not right! Why wait for the enemy to find you, if you can avoid it? Stay low. Humble yourself, lower your gaze, lower your tone! All you need to elevate is, alertness, determination and ability. Not always is my advice right. Sometimes we are soft, sometimes we are hard. I cannot forbid you to fight under certain circumstances. But what would be wrong if it could be avoided?!"

"All you have to remember is, don't occasionally let go of your left hand, or kick your left leg! Because, very bad as a result. You still have another year to refine and master what grandfather taught you. After that, it's my job to bring down all the knowledge I learned from your grandfather first."

"Namora understands Kek. But, if not fighting, what is martial arts for?" Ask Namora. He was eager to take revenge on Diaz, Dudul and Ruben for not being accepted in the new village Dojo at the time. He also very much wants to silence the big mouth of Rendra who always bullies himself in school.

"Wise words say, the more you deepen your martial arts, the more you feel fear. Not afraid of your opponent. However, you will be afraid that what you have will cause harm to others. Therefore, deepen what I teach, then get to know yourself. When you recognize who you are, you know how to control it. The greatest enemy in life is the one who comes from ourselves. A real example is lust. It comes from ourselves even though the cause comes from various sources. If you can control it, then you're a winner!"

"Namora doesn't understand cake. How can you win if you don't beat your opponent. If Namora can make an opponent fall, it's the winner!"

"You'll understand someday. It's just, keep a good look at what grandfather has been teaching. You'll need it someday."

"Hate is just hate. Love is just love. Just have to have. Do not assume anything excessively. Because the name is excessive it is not good for you. You can love something. But you should know that nothing is eternal. Everything is just a pat. So, if you love something, but on the other hand you know that something will not be eternal, then you will be able to let go if it is regardless of your grasp. So too with love."

"Love is just love. Don't let you say that you can't live without the person you love. That's not right. Let's take the life parable! In this world, only a crazy person does not love and love his life. But, in time, that life will be detached from the body. If life can escape from our bodies, anything else is just objects or creatures. One day he can leave us. Remember, Namora! Nothing is eternal. The eternal is only Him!" Said Mr. Harianto while pointing up to make Namora follow up looking up at the sky.

"He is Single. Yang Esa's. The Eternal. Never slept for a second. Love Him! The Most Great, the Most High, with all your heart! No one loves you more than Him. So it's only fitting that you love Him more than anything in the world!"

"The more dizzy Namora's head is cake!" The boy complained while grimacing.

"From the beginning your brain was stupid!"

Knock it!

Namora could only rub his head from Mr. Harianto without daring to say 'oh'.

"Why did you wipe my ex? Put your hands down!"

Namora immediately lowered her hand without daring to refute in the slightest.

"Don't be spoiled if you want to be a real man. Just a little complaining. What if you were given a heavy burden of trust? Are you going to complain all the way?"

Namora could only bow her head because she had been given a lecture, but now she was being taken by the old man.

To Namora's surprise, for a moment this man's nature changed like a chameleon. What was once very wise, has now turned grumpy.

"You can bow down. But not with your eyes! Even if your head is bowed, your eyes should be straight forward with vigilance. Understood?!" Shake the old man.

"Understand cake. He said he told me to lower my eyes. Now Namora lowered her gaze, even wrong again," the boy grumbled.

"It's just a figurative saying, and under certain circumstances. But in terms of vigilance, you mustn't let your guard down!"

"Oh so yeah cake. Alright. Namora understand now!" Said the boy.

"What do you understand?"

"understand. Understand about looking down. If there is a strong wind, submit your gaze so as not to be flickered," replied Namora at will.

"Hmmm. It makes sense too" said Harianto. He's already quite irritated by Namora's brain immunity.

"alright. Now you do another fifty-round run. After that, you rest by performing the ashar prayer. Then, continue running with the ballast until the Maghrib. That's all you have to do today. After that, you can go home. But remember! Do not deceive me by saying that you have completed your task, when you have not. I could see from the look in your eyes if you were lying to me" the old man threatened to leave the chair he was sitting in.

"Namora obedient cake!" Replied Namora who immediately rose from her seat, then immediately ran around the backyard of Harianto's house with weights still holding her legs.

Seriate...