Namoras
The birth of J7

After finishing around the building of the Tunas Bangsa state high school that will soon be their place to continue their education, finally, the eight young children who were teenagers decided to return to their respective homes because the clock is now showing at six in the afternoon. They were worried that if it lingered, then it would be a night, and the consequence was, it was likely that they would definitely be scolded by their parents.

Now, just like before, the eight teenagers also walked in lines like ducks back home.

Not to mention they were too far away from the Tunas Bangsa State High School area, suddenly from the direction of the intersection, seen about five units of motorcycles and immediately stopped right in front of them.

"You guys again" said one of the motorcyclists, pointing at Jol.

"We want to pass. Don't block our way!" Ketus voice Jol who currently seems more willing to face all possibilities.

"My luck for a few years is not good. Why do I have to go to school again with this shit?" Said the young man who was behind the first motorcyclist.

"You talk, Rendra! If you mind, you can find another school. We are free to choose which school we want to attend. You have no right to forbid. This school doesn't have your father,"

Red was on Rendra's face when Jericho replied to him with very poignant words.

"Don't bring your father's name. Or..,"

"Or what, Rendra? Is it because Dhani is with you? I was never scared. If you have to fight, go ahead!" Jol hurriedly cut Rendra's words before he could finish his words.

"Retreat, Namora! This time we will fight," Jol said again as he pushed Namora's body aside.

"Seven against ten. You can be battered here," now Dhani who has just been silent started to get off his motorcycle.

"Not tried, don't know!" Reply Jol who did not want to be intimidated by the disparaging words from Dhani earlier.

"You're Rendra. You're my part!" Jericho started running towards Rendra. And, as soon as it was close, he immediately sent a kick directly towards Rendra's motorcycle tank. As a result, the motorcycle immediately collapsed along with the rider.

"No need to talk anymore. Many stories are a waste of time!" Jericho. He didn't give Renda a chance to wake up. His leg kick did not stop beating the thighs of Renda.

"Woy. Are you just a spectator?" Shouting Lace in pain. This shout made Marcus rush to his senses and instantly help.

Fights between the J7 boys and Dhani, Rendra and eight others also broke out.

"Marcus. I don't have a problem with you. Move away!" Jericho warned.

"Now you have a problem with me. Fight it or I'll hit you!"

"alright. You forced it!" Jericho.

Plaque!

Jericho's straight shot slammed into Marcus' chest. As a result, Marcus staggered and fell sitting right on top of Rendra's body that had not fully awakened.

The two young men were exactly like people who were fingering in the darkness when they hurriedly woke up.

Meanwhile, the fight between Jol and Dhani is also no less fierce. Initially Jol was able to give a reply and some of his kicks can go into the defense Dhani. However, when Dhani is assisted by two more people, now Jol is clearly unable to keep up. In the end, he could only survive the indiscriminate attacks of his three opponents.

Bugh!

One punch slammed into Jol's right rib.

"Ugh..."

Jol lapsed to the left side while holding his right ribs that were hit.

Namora, seeing that Jol is desperate, tries to help. However, just when he was about to act, suddenly from the front there had already come some residents and immediately snapped towards the fight.

At once those who were fighting had become shocked and stopped hitting each other.

"There are still children who are not good at throwing their own snot, but act like heroes. Disperse all of you!" Said one of the residents.

"Huh. Sambals. I'm always ready if you bother me" Jol replied as he approached Namora. "You okay?" Ask Jol.

"You told me to back off. Yes I'm backing out. I'm fine" replied Namora who was not involved in the fight.

"Thankful is. Let's go home!" Take Jol to his friends.

The eight teenagers rushed to a crossroads to wait for the bus to return to James' house. But before that, they still had time to pay their respects to some villagers who had earlier snapped at them.

"It looks like Dhani and Rendra are not going to stop bothering us" Jericho told Jol.

"What should we do Jol?" Ask Juned.

"Self-strengthen. Rendra's gone too far. I'm going to make this National High School Shoot like hell for him. Let's see what I'm gonna do,"

"If Dhani intervenes again how?" This time James expressed his concern.

"Why don't we recruit members? We can also be like Dhani. They have gangs. Why don't we? If only we had seven, we would not have been able to resist" Jericho gave his opinion. Because, according to already, they never win when dealing with Dhani who has too many members. Only ten people he brought, the J7 children were already battered. What if he brought 20 men. It could be their empek.

"They have a motor. We also have to have a motor. We form our gang by the name of J7 motorcycle gang. How's it?"

"Are you able to convince your parents to buy you a motorcycle? Must be sport. Not a duck bike. That's not funny" Jol said.

Hearing the conversation between them, Namora just bowed. He knows that let alone buy a motorcycle, buy his rearview mirror he can't afford.

"I should be able to. I never asked for a gift when I went to Junior High. Now I'm in High School. It's time to ask for something as a gift from my parents" Julio said with great optimism that her request would be granted by her parents.

Jericho is the same. He would easily get a motorcycle from his parents. Because, among them, Jericho is the most luxurious and often the spearhead if there is something they need. Jericho will precede his money for their purposes. But yes, they have to pay when they have money.

"The requirement to become a member of the J7 is, they must have a sport bike. The second, good at fighting. If their first name starts with the letter J, it's even better" said Jol, who agreed with their idea.

"alright. We agreed. We will appoint you as the head of our group. How's it?"

"You go, Jericho. I can't" rejected Jol, who felt that Jericho was more worthy of him.

"No. Everyone knows you're our mainstay. If you say opponent, then we will fight. If you tell me to back off, we'll back off!"

"It's not time to argue. Jol has been named as the chairman of J7. If not, then Jol will automatically be kicked out of this gang!" Jaiz no longer talked. This makes Jol inevitably have to accept the decision from them.

"How, Namora?" Ask Jol who knows that his friend does not have a motorcycle, is not good at fighting, and his name also does not start from the letter J.

"Namora is our family. That's not gonna change. Let him be what he wants. However, if he's bullied, it's our duty to defend,"

"I agree!"

Jol was relieved that Namora was not ignored by the other six.

"We are J7!" Jericho said as he extended his hand.

"J7!" James put his hand on Jericho's.

They now put each other's hands on the hands of one and the other while shouting...,

"J7!"

With this, then officially they have set up a motorcycle gang that they name with the J7 motorcycle gang even though the bike does not yet exist. At least, the idea to form the gang has been sparked at the bus stop in front of Tunas Bangsa state High School. And Namora was raised as a family and became treasurer in the organization.

Seriate...