Namoras
Promises gathered at James' house
Eight teenage children - Jol, Jericho, Juned, Jaiz, James, Julio, Jufran and Namora - regularly emerge from the banana trees.
At first glance, it looks from the way they walk, exactly like the duck that will go home to the cage.
Some parents of villagers who saw this horde of teenage children had to frown their foreheads and inevitably thought nothing of Jol, Namora and others.
In an age like today, it is only natural that they think non-no. This is because, the situation is not like when they were teenagers. Teenagers are now often involved with things that are detrimental to themselves. Plus the rise of drug dealers. If it used to be only centered in cities, now, even in every rat alley there are always those who offer the illegal goods. This is what makes those who see a horde of young people coming out of the grove of banana trees feel suspicious.
The suspicion of the parents who saw the group of teenage children was gradually lost once they passed in front of them. This is because, the appearance of these young people is so sad. How not? Starting from the clothes they wore, just like a stiff shabby cloth. Maybe it was fitting to dry the wet clothes, not milked first so that the dry clothes are exactly like crackers.
While in the hands of each of them, seen holding a fishing rod of small bamboo indicating that they have just finished fishing and maybe bathing in the river.
Whatever it is, at least the old people who see their situation, change their prejudices from what was bad to not getting worse.
Jol, Namora, Jericho and the others did not pay much heed to the astonished gazes of the villagers. Instead, they pass in front of them by bowing down a bit of their bodies as a sign that they still have adab if they cross paths or pass in front of people who are older than them.
"Excuse me sir. The Batak will pass!" Jol said with great respect. He immediately lowered his body.
Namora and the others find it funny with this Jol-style guyonan. However, to laugh, of course they did not dare. Later it was considered as an impolite child.
"Oh. Please Nak! Where are these kids from? Why get out of the bushes there?" Ask the old man who happened to pass by while pointing towards the grove of banana trees.
After recounting all the calamities they faced when they fell together into the river, only then did the old man have a beard.
"Come, Sir!" Jol gave his respect back.
After getting a nod from the old man earlier, they too without wasting any more time soon passed.
"Come fast woy! My stomach is hungry" Juned asked who suddenly went ahead in front.
"Eh. This afternoon what are your plans?" Ask Jufran.
"You Namora? Where are you this afternoon? Do you have time? Usually you are always difficult to find in the afternoon," said Jol also asked his best friend.
Namora was going to lie saying that she was going to help her mother. However, after he realized that he had finished studying martial arts to Mr. Harianto, then he immediately shook his head.
"I have no activities this afternoon. What's your plan?" Ask Namora.
"What?" Jol asked back while staring at Jufran.
"Look. We go home to eat and change clothes. After that, we're gathering at James' house. We'll go have a look around the Tunas Bangsa public High School building. Well.., count as an introduction to the school environment that we will not be long to occupy to study,"
"What about you guys?" Ask Jol to the others.
"I'm YESS!"
"Then, we split up here. Don't forget that by four o'clock in the afternoon, you're already at James' house. Let's not make it home last night!" Jufran reminded.
"OKs. Let's disperse!"
Now, the eight teenage children began to take their respective directions to return to their homes as well.
A sort of feeling raged within the hearts of each of them. However, the most powerful feeling is, they are afraid of being scolded by their parents because the clothes they wear today are no longer out of shape.
You can imagine how they would get angry. Go neat, go home messy.
Seriate...