Namoras
Jol the sewot
"Miss..!"
"Namora! Are you awake or not?"
It was still too early when there was a voice calling at one of the police service houses occupied by Rio Habonaran.
Seen a teenage boy was standing with occasional peek behind the window of the house.
"Namora! If you're awake, let's hunt! We'll be late for school!" Said that voice again.
Slowly the door of the house opened. Now, on the doorstep appeared a young teenager with a tangled look in his eyes. There may be some sleepiness.
"Jol. You're really getting ready. What the hell is going on?" Ask the teenager who looked very cautious earlier.
"Shower there! You're a slacker once," said the young man named Jol.
"Yes already. Just a minute!" Reply Namora, and keep going back inside.
Not until ten minutes, no matter what style of bath her name, Namora suddenly came out dressed in a full school uniform. This of course made Jol gawk a quarter unconscious.
"You're taking a duck bath?" Jol asked who was directly pointing towards Namora's nose. In fact, the tip of his index finger was right at the tip of Namora's nose.
"What the hell? Anyway get water. Byeah lah! Let's go!"
Jol could only rake his head to see Namora who had preceded him.
"You saying goodbye?"
"It's over!" Answer Namora briefly.
They had now reached beside Jol's bicycle. Because he knew himself that he was riding on his best friend's bike, Namora took the initiative to piggyback Jol. So, now Namora looks paddled the bike earlier with a little zig-zag style.
"It's not usually that you're this early, Jol,"
"I'm hot again" replied Jol. There was a little pressure in his tone.
"Pressure?"
"You know the Pencak silat championship tournament that we discussed some time ago, right?"
"Yes!"
"The real winner is, Diaz!"
Brugh!
Either because of shock or something that disturbed his heart, Namora unconsciously stopped paddling the bicycle pedal. You can imagine if the bike stopped, where it could weigh the balance. No doubt, they fell too. Lucky they fell down. If it goes up, I don't know.
"Ma-maaf Jol's. You okay?" Namora felt guilty.
"I'm fine. It's not easy to hurt Jol,"
"Thank God,"
"You why huh? Like a dazed man,"
"I was shocked when you mentioned Diaz's name earlier" Namora replied.
"Shocked? You know that songong boy, right?"
"Know. He is arrogant. In the past, he used to insult and ridicule me. Now, it was certain that he would be even more arrogant for being a champion in that pencak silat championship,"
"I'm sorry I didn't go to that tournament. If I'd gone, my chances of keeping Diaz's mouth shut were huge. But, yeah, that's it. It's too late" complained Jol as if regretting his decision some time ago.
"The opportunity will be there again next year. But maybe I'm his opponent. Later he will know that every debt he gives, I will definitely pay the following interest rates," Namora said in her heart. Still very fresh remembered, how he used to be treated by four friends. And Diaz was the one who hurt her the most.
"God! Why are you just silent. Stand up my bike! You drop, then you set up and we leave!" Take Jol who instantly disperse Namora's daydream.
"Oh. Eh.., yes. Let's go," Namora who stuttered slightly got up and then pulled Jol's bike.
Meanwhile, in every corner anywhere, as long as there was a crowd of students, surely the topic they discussed was the prowess of the new village Junior High School students. This certainly makes some of the other children feel jealous. However, envy is certainly not enough if you do not have adequate skills. Therefore, other than cursing in the heart, there was nothing else they could do.
Unlike Namora and the other J7 children, they seemed unaffected by all of that. For them, although there are regrets why they did not participate in the tournament, but everything has passed. For them, the opportunity will always be there. Who says that opportunity only comes once in a lifetime?.
"Come Namora! You parked my bike right. Don't stop by the cafeteria again, I'm sick of hearing their chatter" Jol said. Looks like he's starting to mess around.
Namora just complies. To him, he felt funny about Jol's behavior. Because, some time ago, he was also the one who banned even he himself refused to enter the tournament. But now, even he who looks unhappy.
"You're still thinking about that tournament Jol?"
"I didn't think of that. They are just too lebay. That's why I'm a sewot,"
"Yes already. Let's go to class. Your earplugs with paper!" Namora becanda.
"Ah shit!" Maki Jol belatedly dodges the paper that Namora had crushed and thrown at her.
Seriate...