Namoras
Your father is better than a superhero

The four young men standing under a banyan tree were smiling to see a little boy approaching them with his head wrapped in a bag.

Seen the child grinned to withstand the sunburn so that his white skin flushed due to sunburn that was felt quite hot today.

"Uncle!" How the boy smiled.

"Namorah. Have you ever been to the city of Kemuning? There is a night market. Later uncle will invite you to play cars there. Wanna?" Ask the boy.

"The Kemuning Town is far away, Uncle. My mother will be angry. Namora better just go home. Poor mother alone at home," Namora refused the invitation from Ameng just now subtly.

"Well if you don't want to. Its alright. Then, aren't you bored at home anyway? Don't you want to have a playmate?" Ask Acong anyway.

"No one wants to play with me, Uncle. I'm used to it myself!" Answer Namora listlessly.

It was also sad that the hearts of the four youths heard the innocent reply of this little boy.

"What a pity on you, Namora. Your childhood was spent without happiness" said Arise in his heart.

"Let's take your uncle home" Ameng asked while telling the boy to get in the car.

Their car finally passed from the place, followed by the eyes of the four children who were the same age as Namora.

From the look on their faces, they were vexed because today, they were unable to disturb Namora.

"Dam. Though I want to prank the son of the inmate who does not know himself," murmured Diaz sewot. Obviously he was upset. Because Namora was the only child they could work with. No one defended the boy. If they are bored or idle, then Namora is their place of impingement.

"Let's go home. It's so hot today. There's still tomorrow. We can prank the boy" said Ruben.

"Yes already. Let's go home!"

The four children immediately passed away leaving the front of the new village primary school. A school for them is a place where they can do anything. What else Diaz. His father was a 6th grade teacher. When he was in the 6th grade, the more independent he was. Because his father will be his teacher in the class. It was certain that he would become the class leader who could do anything to the other students. At least that's what the kid had in mind.

Meanwhile, in the car, Ameng and the others continued to invite Namora to tell her stories. Namora also seemed to tell a lot to his four uncles. Starting from toy items, how much they are worth in class, to Heroes that he likes in movies.

Hearing this, Ameng just laughed. Then, he began to tell the boy, that there was a super hero who was more powerful than Namora was told.

"Namorah. All the heroes you told me about were great. It's just, it doesn't exist in the real world. It's just fiction. While the Hero for this uncle in the real world is your Father!" The word Ameng is also reinforced by Timbul, Acong and Sugeng.

"Really Nak. Your father is a super hero in the real world. When your father moves, no one escapes his goal" Acong said.

"What is it, Uncle? Then, if my father is a Super Hero, why was he imprisoned? As Namora knew, the prison was a place for bad people. That's why Namora hates daddy!" Answer the boy. Naturally, because he did not know the story behind why his father could be imprisoned. Because, when Tigor was drugged, Namora was still in the stomach.

"Namorah. A child cannot hate his parents. However, if there were no parents, Namora would never have been born into this world. As a good child, Namora's duties were devoted only to parents. If Namora hates the old man, God can get angry. If God gets angry, Namora will go to hell" Ameng said. To him, this was obviously very dangerous. If Namora's hatred for her father is left unchecked without anyone explaining the matter, then the longer the hatred will rust. If so, it will be very difficult to remove the taste.

"Namora doesn't know anything. Because Namora wasn't born yet. Your uncles are the witnesses to your father's struggle. If Namora now has a mother, has a house to shelter, has toys, can watch movies, can have breakfast, especially Namora can go to school. If your father and your uncles used to be, we don't have a house, we don't have time to watch movies, our toy is just a duster and we're going to clean people's car glass at red lights for a hundred bucks. What else is school. So, Namora's life is actually luckier. Namora still has a mother even though I'm in prison. But we, we have no parents at all. Still good at Namora, right?" Sugeng asked as he stroked the child's reddish straight hair.

"So my uncle said that my father was better than a superhero. What's my dad's greatness, Uncle?!" Ask Namora. He was getting ready to listen to the words of his four uncles.

"First. When your father was your age. Uh no. She was a little older than your current age at that time. We didn't know your father at the time. So, just as we were busking near the bridge of Lake Putri, your father passed by while holding the hand of your uncle Rio. Just as your father was passing by, he was bullied by our chairman named Bungkring. You know what's going on?" Tanya Sugeng hung her story.

Namora shook her head. Then he asked Sugeng to tell again the continuation of the story earlier.

"At that time, there was a fight between this Bungkring and your father. Your father picked up a piece of stone, then smacked it into the Bungkring's head. Finally Bungkring died and we were free from the Bungkring's cage. That's just a fraction of your father's greatness. The other greatness is, even though we were vagabonds, he was able to send your uncle Rio to be a police officer. Which is better, Superman or your father?" Ask Sugeng.

"Gee. Then?" Namora asked increasingly.

"It never occurred to us that we could have our own house, what else had a car. All of this is thanks to a hard struggle from your father. He alone raised our degrees. In the past, being able to eat once a day was already very grateful. Namora can now sleep on a soft mattress, can have a house, have a car, can go to school as well. It was all thanks to the struggle of Namora's father. Just imagine if he didn't fight like a superhero, surely Namora and your mother would be vagabonds. He's in prison but left a hefty legacy for you. Did Superman buy Namora a toy? If what you never give can be praised, what else is your father. Actually, I'm more powerful than any super hero in the world!"

Namora seemed to be pondering over everything that her four uncles had said.

"That means Namora's been wrong to hate you?" The boy's murmur was soft.

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