Namoras
Changes in Namora

Namora gasps with hunting breath. He kept running through the shortcut. I don't know how long he ran, to the limit of his ability, he also fell sitting near the sugarcane plantations owned by residents.

His arms, neck, and even his face are no longer in shape. Everything scratched by the cane leaves.

His chest is down and up at the moment. Whether consciously or not, he was now lying in a pile of dried cane leaves that would definitely cause his skin to itch.

If under normal circumstances, Namora would not want to lie on the sugarcane plantation. But at this moment his mood was completely unsettled. Anatar believed it and didn't, and also still wasn't able to digest everything that had just happened. It seemed that he did not believe that all this time he had only been used, played, and even more terrible, he had been used as a betting material by Merisda with his two friends, and also Rendra.

His current manly ego was completely challenged. How could he face the other person if they knew that he had been played with in such a way.

"Oh my God, why is this so?" Namora's love in my heart.

Namora starts to think that she no longer wants to go to school. He just wants to stop.

His grudge was currently barely rusty. He wants to prove himself. But how. He had nothing to be proud of except his martial arts. He had never used it to fight.

He wanted to make them regret having played him. But with what? Namora truly felt that she was the most useless person right now.

After she felt a little better, Namora continued on her way.

When he arrived home, it was 4 p.m.

Arriving at the door, Mirna who was a little worried about him, because not usually he was late to go home was surprised. Her mother immediately showered herself with questions.

"Where have you been Namora? Why did you just come home at this hour? Look at your clothes are so dirty! Your hands and face are full of scratches. Did you fight?"

Namora looked at her mother's face. He shook his head, then immediately stepped into his room, then locked the door from the inside.

Mirna frowned at the behavior of her only child.

Mirna walked over and stopped at the door of the room. "Namorah. What's wrong with you? You haven't answered mom's question?!"

"Don't ask, Mom! Let Namora alone!" That's the only answer from Namora. After that, no more sounds were heard.

Mirna doesn't want to force it. Shaking her head, the mother immediately left Namora's room to head to the kitchen.

Not hearing her mother's voice anymore, Namora sat down by her bedside. He clawed his own head so that his slightly reddish hair became disheveled.

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The next day, Namora decides not to go to school. He also did not press Jol who deliberately came to pick him up. He just locked himself in his room. In fact, from afternoon until now, he had not eaten at all.

"Namorah. Open this door!" Shouting Mirna. He could not stand Namora's behavior.

Clamps..! The sound of the door handle opening. It turns out Namora didn't lock that door again. But something very surprising to Mirna happened.

"Namorah. What's wrong with you, son?" Mirna pecked to see Namora curled up in the corner of the room. He looked exactly like a cold person. And what surprised Mirna the most was that Namora was very worried about her messy hair.

Mirna's voice had caught Rio's attention. He soon followed her to Namora's room. And when he saw Namora who was like a madman, he was also surprised.

Seeing his mother and Uncle and his uncle's wife at the door, Namora got up. But he started to shake and fell back down.

"Sister. Namora fever!" He said with a face full of worry.

Mirna was also surprised and immediately approached Namora. He immediately placed the back of his hand over his son's forehead.

"Hot!" He muttered with a choking voice.

"Let's go to the hospital!" Bring Rio.

Namora shook her head. He's afraid of needles. That's why he shook his head.

"It's getting better soon, too" said Namora, who was trying to lie down on the bed.

After his position fit, he then pulled the blanket and no longer wanted to be questioned by his uncle and mother.

"Is Namora back in the bully?" Rio asked Mirna.

Mirna shakes.

"So I asked Jol. He should have known Namora was in the bullies. But Jol says he didn't see Namora in the bully. Only, Namora disappeared. That's what he said just now" Mirna replied.

"I suspect that this Namora must be bullied. It's just that, Jol didn't see it," Rio looked extremely angry at this moment. His gaze felt cold.

"Let Namora rest!" Rio said, then passed leaving Namora's room. Mirna also left before closing the door.

Namora lives alone in her room. His eyes looked far away at the ceiling of his room.

At this time, he began to remember the advice of Mr. Harianto.

"If you love, just love it. Don't exaggerate. If you hate, hate it enough, and don't overdo it. Put your love for God as the most important thing in your heart! Only God never leaves His servant!

It was three years ago these words of advice. However, only this time Namora was able to digest it. It was because Merisda had broken her heart.

"Namorah. God is jealous. He does not want His servants to love creatures more than your love for Him. If you place your love for a creature beyond your love for Him, then you will be disappointed! You certainly don't want to wish for the love of God, do you? There is no equivalent to Him!"

Namora contemplates. He was gradually able to dig up something that he had never thought of before.he began to remember the process of introductions between himself and Merisda.

The conclusion he got right now was, he was being played with. If he doesn't go to school, then Rendra and his friends will win, and he loses. They must be satisfied to have successfully targeted Namora.

"No! I have to stay strong as usual. I can't make myself look like a person who's exhausted and lost. If I lose, they'll be arrogant. I'd better stay as usual" Namora started to stand up and walked towards a glass cabinet. Then she took a comb and then combed her hair. However, the change in Namora is now clearly felt. His eyes are not as clear as they used to be. His face also became stiff, his jaw veins hardened and more terrible was, the radiance of his eyes like wanting to swallow people alive.

Namora threw the hair comb in her hand towards the mirror. The energy-filled throw made the mirror glass shattered in the form of small fragments.

"If it's the sadism you're looking for, then I'll give it to you!"

Namora grabbed the towel. His body felt suddenly hot. He needs water to soak.

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