Namoras
Split with Mr. Harianto

That afternoon, as usual. After returning from school, bathing, eating and changing clothes, Namora immediately rushed to walk to Mr. Harianto's house.

He was actually tired of training. There was nothing new that he would learn.

During these three years, it seems like the knowledge possessed by Mr. Harianto has been taught entirely to him. And he's very familiar with everything.

The thing that makes Namora so bored is, it's not a silat lesson anymore. Instead, he is now the target of advice. Many messages and messages were given to him. But Namora's base. Nothing stuck in his brain.

"Namorah. Grandpa has taught you everything that grandfather has. But there's one thing you should remember. Do not lightly hold hands against others. Light hands in helping, it doesn't matter. But, if you light-handed to hurt a friend, it shouldn't be!"

"Namora understands Kek!"

"A good friend is not to make his friend afraid of him. But, a good friend is, a friend who can make his best friend feel comfortable when together with him. Don't show your Taji in front of your friends! Remove if needed. There is a difference between fear and fear.

A good friend does not need to show his strength for others to respect us. There are times when the brain is more important than the muscles,"

"Namora understands Kek!"

"Grandfather felt, there was nothing else that grandfather could teach. So, tomorrow you don't have to come here anymore. My science is over. The words of advice are over as well. Now, it depends on what your brain's intelligence is in digesting and reasoning what grandfather said. Now, you can go home!"

"So much cake?"

"Yes. Grandpa was tired too. Now, you go home. But remember! I gave you your knowledge. If you do as you please, I can cripple your Meridian center and make what you learn go to waste.

I know you must have been unhappy when I forbade you to enter that tournament. You want to repay someone's treatment to you, right?"

"Tid-no.., not cake at all!" Denied Namora stammered.

"The name is vengeance, it will not bring good. Be it to the one who is settled, or to the one who is vengeful. Therefore, do not keep a sense of vengeance in your heart even though it is only as big as mustard seeds!"

"Namora understands. No more revenge!"

"Good! Remember that! Above the sky there is still the sky. Even after the top of the sky, there is still a higher one. Don't be so arrogant that even walking must look up. Try to lower your eyes! Look down so you know what gratitude is. Because, a heart overwhelmed by envy will be far from a word of gratitude. Envy what others have. Don't measure yourself with others who have better luck than you. Remember that! No matter how much you suffer, some suffer even more,"

"Have you finished the cake?" Ask Namora. Over time, he was bored also he was advised continuously.

"It has. There's nothing more I can say. The rest, it's up to you to live it. The one who really wants to be good will do good deeds based on his impulse. A million pieces of advice would be useless if your little heart was untouched. Now, you can go!" Ask Mr. Harianto to stand up, then leave Namora still sitting with legs crossed on the ground.

Shortly after, Mr. Harianto came back out with a seedy bag made of woven pandan leaves.

Surprised also Namora's heart saw the old man out while carrying the ancient bag of horses eating iron. However, to ask, he still hesitated.

"Grandfather's debt to your great-grandfather is paid off. You've mastered everything. One suggestion from my grandfather. Don't try to be greedy by finding another teacher. You won't be able to digest too much science. Your brain is a little stupid. For a little science, it took you three years to master it. Avoid Tengku Mahmud! Don't study him if you don't want all the bones in your body to break. Me and your father just didn't dare to study with him. What else are you. Can vomit your blood if you are determined to study with the great teacher Tengku Mahmud," Mr. Harianto said to Namora.

Namora just nodded. He was often warned not to study with the great teacher Tengku Mahmud. The reason being, this Namora has a slightly sluggish brain. Fearing that if Tengku Mahmud Badaruddin did not have patience, then it was clear Namora would be tortured by the strange old man.

"Grandfather retired as a coach at the police academy. Grandfather also has finished bringing down all the knowledge that grandfather got from your late grandfather. Now, grandfather wants to enjoy his old days as a farmer. In South Tapanuli, there is a Transmigration village. There are many people from the island of Java to open agricultural land. Grandpa wanted to go there, and wanted to farm while farming. What else can an old man who is close to the ground like me do?"

"Cake cake,"

"Dropped! You have to go to school. Besides, your parents wouldn't let you, anyway,"

"Hehehe. Grandpa should raise cows or buffalo. Later, if Namora is off school, Namora will go there for a buffalo ride" Namora said.

"Have your brain been like a buffalo" said the old man, locking his door.

"Remember Namora! Control your emotions. Otherwise, you will definitely become a cold-blooded killer. Don't you mix up every problem you get!"

"Understand cake,"

"Hmmm. Grandpa should go first. You're coming back. Your Uncle Rio's gonna take grandfather to South Tapanuli,"

"Away cake?" Namora asked inquisitively.

"Fourteen hours drive from here!" Answer Mr. Harianto.

"Haaaaaa??? Far-away. It can take a week if you ride a camel,"

Mr. Harianto wants to meddle. But not so because from the direction of the road, has arrived a unit of Toyota hardtop car, and right stop in front of the yard of the house.

"Is this all you brought?" Ask the young man who just got off the hardtop car. He just watched the shabby pandan bag that was in the old man's armpit clasp.

"When delivered to the pit, even just the cheapest piece of white cloth wrapped the carcass that was already worthless" the old man replied as he stepped closer to the car.

Rio and Namora could only look at each other and rake heads.

"Namora! You go home quickly! Don't go anywhere. There are no men in the house. You take care of your Mother and Host Uda. Uncle go first!" Rio said.

"Yes Uncle!"

Namora was still standing at that spot until the car driven by Rio and Pak Harianto completely disappeared from sight.

Mix the feelings of Namora at the moment. There is a sense of sadness, freedom and such detachment from the burden.

He felt sad because he could no longer learn and meet with parents who had been teaching martial arts to him. On the other hand, he felt free from being detached from the old man's colony. He felt detached from the burden of training which seemed to be an absolute obligation to him. Now, he who must be clever will lead to the path where everything he learned from his teacher.

Seriate...