Namoras
New motor J7

"Namorah...! Breakfast son. Don't sulk any longer. You should know that you're not a child anymore!"

There was a scream from a middle-aged woman who was still beautiful in front of one of the bedroom doors. That woman is Mirna, Namora's mother.

Two days ago, Namora whined for Rio to buy a sport bike. He even compared Rio's post to the other police.

"Uncle. Why the police officer's son has a Yamaha sport bike. Why am I walking? In fact, the rank of Uncle is higher than his Father,"

Rio could not answer that question rashly. He could only explain to Namora that everyone's fortune was different.

Satisfied with whining to her uncle, Namora now turns her target to her mother.

Putting on a cute face a little amit, Namora approached her mother, then told her about her desire to have a motorcycle. However, the mother's answer was forced to break the cute look she had always maintained.

"Did you see the jackfruit tree behind that house?" Ask Mirna at the time.

Namora nodded her head.

"If you can turn that jackfruit leaf into a money sheet, then let alone a motorcycle, the factory will buy it for you, too,"

Mirna's answer really discouraged Namora. How could he possibly turn a leaf into money. It was a very mustahal Hil. (Sorry! That's a very impossible thing)

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"Namora! If you don't come out, then don't eat until nightfall" threatened the mother who soon passed from the front door of the room where she was standing.

Shortly after, slowly the door of the room was opened and from the inside came out a young man who actually resembled a Korean artist, albeit a Korean fringe.

It looks awful. There was no light of life on his face. Everything looks so messy.

"Mandi, then breakfast!" Mirna said as she tossed the towel that immediately covered Namora's face.

"A stepmother is not all this, either" Namora grumbled, wrapped in a towel.

"You're good at cursing, aren't you?" Mirna opened her eyes making Namora goosebumps and hurriedly passed from before her mother.

Rio who saw that scene could only shake his head. There is an intention in his heart to go to the dealer to get the motorcycle desired by Namora by paying installments. Just do what? Tigor also has several motorcycle units that cost above average. Call it the Yamaha R1 given by the late Martin, and Ducati Panigale given by Lilah the ruler of Dolok Ginjang.

Thinking up to that, then Rio could only wait for when his nephew would enjoy the abundant facilities of his father.

"Don't be too fierce, brother-in-law! Namora only follows her instincts as a teenager who is still in adulthood. Such a child still likes to be upbeat and try something new. He could have all that. But you as parents are very miserly to children,"

"Hwf. I don't know what your brother thinks. Big brother dares to step over your brother's orders. It could be said to be disobedient with the husband,"

"The same bang this Tigor. He began to follow along in the manner of his great master,"

"Rio. You meet your brother. Tell him Namora is single. Tell him that I don't want my son to experience the same things you guys used to. This was not karma for him, but an exaggerated act from his father. Times have changed. If he used to be destitute, do not let his son follow in his footsteps and live in the insults of others. Convey that!"

"Good brother. I'll also tell you that brother is sulking," said Rio just testing the courage of his sister-in-law.

"Heh. I'm not sulking. You don't add any more!"

"Sister!" Said Rio who immediately ran away.

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Ngeng...!

Ngengs... Ngeeeee...!

There was a sound of a motorcycle engine gas being grazed.

As soon as he saw seven units of motorcycles that were all new, and saw who was riding the motorcycle immediately got up and half ran towards the door.

Namora is very familiar with the seven motorcyclists out there. They are Jol, Jericho, Juned, Jaiz, James, Julio and Jufran.

"Woy. New motorcycle?!" Namora shouted from the terrace of the house. He immediately ran to get to them.

"Yes, Mora. Huh. It took an extra fight to get this motorcycle from my parents. Including accepting some requirements," Jol replied while receiving a helping hand from Namora.

"Wow. This is the Yamaha R25. It's also a Honda CBR 250R, got you Julio, Suzuki GSX. Great of you, "praise Namora sincerely despite her dwarfism in her heart towards herself.

"God, Mora. You just saw our motorbike. You don't know how much extra work and conditions we have to comply with" James said.

"What is it, anyway?" Namora asked inquisitively.

"Explain, Juf!" Pinta James's.

"I can have this motorcycle on condition, must be in the top five in the grades in school. Otherwise, my motorbike will be confiscated," Jufran replied lethargic.

"I'm the same. If I am lazy to learn, then my bike will be confiscated," Jaiz said.

"You're good, Namora. Even if you don't have a bike, but there's no conditions and you're free of those shackles,"

"Just the same. If I have a motorcycle like you, let alone the top five, the top 20 I can do it" joked Namora, who managed to make them laugh.

"Have you prepared everything, Namora? Registration is open!" Jol reminded his best friend not to be too relaxed, because soon they will start registration as students at Tunas Bangsa State High School.

"If you don't pass, then your treasurer's office will be removed!" Threaten Julio with a laugh.

"There is Jericho's father" Namora replied.

"Damn. My father just paved the way. The rest depends on your ability,"

"What are your activities this afternoon?" Ask Jol. He plans to take Namora for a walk and try his new motorcycle.

"Emm.., I have no activities. Why?" Namora asked back.

"Do you want to try my Honda CBR 250R?"

"Maybe?" Namora asked hesitantly.

"Ah shit. When have I ever been stingy with you huh? Don't ask me that, Namora! I hit you,"

"Haha. Waita minute. I want to change clothes first" said Namora who immediately ran into the house.

Shortly after, he came back out wearing jeans and a shirt. However, either because of the hurry, he did not notice the buttons of his messy shirt.

"Haha. Look at the buttons on his shirt!" Jericho said laughing at Namora's clothes that were lame because of the buttons that he should have buttoned at number two, instead he installed at number one, and so on.

"Oh.., uh. Haha...!" Instead of being embarrassed, Namora laughed.

"Come, Namora! You're the fucking cunt!" Jol said as he got off his motorcycle.

"OKs. Let's go!"

The eight teenage children immediately pulled out their motorcycles and sped away from the residential area occupied by Namora.

Seriate...