Namoras
Reviewing new schools

Before exactly four o'clock in the afternoon, as they had promised on the road, now Jol, Jericho, Juned, Jaiz, Jufran, Julio and Namora had arrived almost simultaneously at James' house.

The presence of the seven teenage children was very well received by James' parents.

After chatting for a moment, finally the eight teenage children say goodbye to his mother James to go to Tunas Bangsa state high school located not too far from downtown Batu.

By riding a mini bus, finally the eight young people who just grew up were also at the intersection of the road to the school that they would later make as a place to study.

After walking from the intersection they came down earlier, about a hundred meters, they finally arrived in front of the entrance gate to the high school area.

Just like the soccer players who were putting up a posse, the eight youngsters were standing in line in front of the locked gate.

Whether who is setting, their legs can be parallel to look very neat and straight the way they stand side by side. Meanwhile, their eyes were still fixed on the direction of the three-story L ether building.

"What do you think, Jol? You think this school is appropriate?" Jufran asked without turning his face away from the school building.

"It looks like this place is very cold. Just one look, I can feel that the environment here is very comfortable," replied Jol as it is.

"Yes. I feel the same way, too" Jericho chimed in.

"You, Namora?" Ask Jufran who wants to know. Because, Namora had not reacted at all.

"I love the atmosphere here. But Uncle Rio wanted me to continue my education in the police force. Bintara's education is her name" replied Namora. He recalled a few days ago, engaging in a conversation between himself and his Uncle Rio who wanted Namora to follow in his footsteps to become a member of the police force. However, when Ameng, Acong and Timbul learned of Rio's intentions, the three of them immediately refused by inciting Namora to reject the idea of Rio.

When Namora told Rio about her rejection, Rio did not force it. However, the name of the parents, even though giving up must be conditional. The condition is, that Namora don't embarrass her. If she gets a reprimand for Namora's wrongdoing once, there's no reason for Namora to refuse transfer to a police education school. Namora was forced to agree to these terms.

"Just feel free from grandfather Harianto, now Uncle also binds me in this way. When can I be free and repay every bad treatment I receive?" That was how Namora was at that time.

"Namorah. The education to become a Bintara is only seven months. The rest... As far as I know yes, after graduating from High School, just continued to Bintara education. That's also if it's your goal to become a police officer," said Jol who understood a little about education before entering the police academy.

"Eitherway. I don't know which is right. Or maybe my Uncle deliberately scares me with Bintara's education so that I am not wayward here," Namora thought again in her heart.

Actually, it was only natural that Rio felt worried about Namora's attitude. He knows who his nephew is. Because, all this time, Namora was just waiting for an opportunity. The silence of this child is like a time boom that if it explodes, it can destroy anything.

Because, from childhood to adolescence, this Namora always succumbed even though she was able to fight. Plus, Namora has mastered all the martial arts that he absorbed from Mr. Harianto. Rio obviously became worried if Namora was unable to control her emotions. As a person who has the rank in the ranks of the police, it would be placed where his face if his own nephew made trouble.

Namora just kept quiet hearing Jol's explanation.

Now, his gaze was like empty even though the direction of his gaze was the three-story white-painted L building.

"If you all like it here, I'll ask my father to arrange everything. He has many acquaintances. If he had already intervened, it would have been fine. Who would not be disinclined by the members of the Dragon Empire?" Jericho said without the intention of bragging. For him, if there is anyone who can be asked for help, why not? What else is that man is his own father.

"You're good. Your father is an organization man" Juned sneered while pushing Jericho's shoulder with joking intent.

"What is organization?" Namora did not understand.

"The center is in a country very far from here. The big boss is the great Lord Jerry William. Its headquarters is in a town called Starhill. While here, branches of the organization are in the cities of Kemuning, Dolok Ginjang, and Tanjung Karang. While in this stone city, and also the princess Lake city, for some reason they seemed uninterested. His business is huge. And my father was one of its members. Although his position is not high, but enough to be respected," replied Jericho at length.

"Gee. Greatable. But why didn't your father help you when you were mobbed by Dhani, Rendra and Marcus?" Namora asked between admiration and ridicule.

"It's a children's business. Do not involve parents. What else are we boys. If everything is reported to the parents, it may be me who will be beaten," replied Jericho who made them all beards.

"Truely you said. Yes already. It's up to you. Thank you if your father can help smooth our way to school here," Namora said. He knew, as a boy, if there was a clash between them, abstain from complaining to parents. Or, they themselves will be affected.

"Let's go muter-muter. I'm still wondering what this school district is like from there," now Jol shows me the other side of the school building.

They all nodded in agreement, and began to follow Jol who had already preceded them first.

"I want to have a girlfriend here" the words of Juned successfully stopped Jol's steps.

"Straighten up your piss! Just thinking of a girlfriend," said Jol who began to step back.

"Haha..."

Broken was already the sound of laughter from the other six people.

"Eh. But really. It is famous for beautiful girls. Even for the upperclassmen, as long as it's pretty, I brush!"

"You're a bunkshut! A small child is already itching," maki Jol growled.

"Huh.., bunkshut? What the hell?"

"Sat!!!" Answer Jol while scrolling first.

Seriate...