Namoras
The more indifferent

This morning as usual. Namora, who lives a life as a teenager and students at Tunas Bangsa state High School also have to attend school. There was no reason even if he was now a young master or a commoner. For him, if you want to be smart, you have to be enterprising. However, step by step changes in Namora can really be seen.

Namora is now different from the previous Namora. She is now, thanks to the direction of Zack, transformed from a geeky, cupu and katrok Namora gradually transformed into a cool, fashionable and very trendy Namora. What's more, he is now turned into a young man who is indifferent and too fond of being alone. This seems not to be a deficiency, but rather a plus.

The more days, the more girls want to get close to him. Only, Namora seemed to have no interest in responding to them. But this only added to the curiosity in their hearts.

Namora had just parked her motorcycle, but she had already been teased by the girls. This made Namora really feel uneasy.

Just as Namora was about to leave the parking area, she heard one voice calling her name.

Namora turned her head slightly, ignored, then hurried away. But it seems like the owner of the voice did not give up. He chased and then shouted.

"Miss...!"

Namora who was shouted like this instantly stopped her steps, then turned around.

"You what?" Ask her in a nonchalant tone.

As soon as the question slid, the person who shouted his name just now immediately stared. It wasn't because of Namora's question that frightened her. Rather, the glare of his extremely cold eyes made that fellow seem to freeze.

"Merisda. If you don't want to talk, forget it!" Namora turned. He did not want to waste his time in vain with the girl.

Merisda clutched her teeth. He had lasted nearly two weeks to wait for Namora to greet him. But it seems Namora completely ignored her. This made Merisda angry. He thought Namora was still angry and it would be fine after a few days. But in fact, Namora did not bother him at all.

Merisda had tried to be indifferent, although she often lured Namora into greeting first. Because, as always, Namora will surely precede the greeting, persuading even to offer something. Namora's attitude that once made Merisda feel that Namora like she can not live without him. But now?

Seeing Namora turn around, Merisda stomped her feet to the ground. His mood at this moment let no one else. He doesn't know what his heart is right now. He wanted to sulk, but who would persuade? He wanted to get angry at Namora, but what was the reason. He wanted to avenge Namora's indifferent attitude. But does Namora care? This is what makes Merisda do not know what his current mood is like. He wants to hate, but he can't.

Merisda is lost of mind. Now he's back screaming. "You're really insensitive!"

"Stupid girl like her," Namora maki without turning away. He just kept on stepping regardless of the sharp gaze behind him.

Arriving at the cafeteria, Namora simply ordered her food, then sat at the very corner and just stared at the still-empty table. He felt used to it like this. Although he saw that there were Jericho and the others, but he did not want to join at all. This certainly makes Jol very tired between dividing his attention to Namora, on the other hand he also has to stay friendly with the children of J7. What else he is the chairman.

After being satisfied with the J7's children, Jol now steps towards Namora's table. "Is there anything that Merisda screams like someone giving birth to?" Ask Jol while taking the fries in front of Namora.

"Don't!" Answer Namora briefly. He was too lazy to talk about Merisda.

"Do I count it? Unworthy. I don't feel anything" replied Namora cynically.

"You also stay away from the J7 children. Can you explain your reasons?" Jol is still pressing Namora.

"I've been trying to humanize myself in front of other humans. But those humans don't seem human to me,"

Jol seemed surprised to hear Namora's reply. Even though his words were not directed at him, he still felt bad to hear them.

"I understand your feelings. I won't push you anymore" said Jol resignedly. He did not really question Namora's attitude. If he were in Namora's position, he would feel discouraged. He could even go berserk.

Namora did not speak anymore. He actually wants to be alone. Because, he was currently thinking how about the meeting held in the city of Kemuning. There was a curiosity as to what the meeting would be like. What kind of power does the Dragon Empire have. He was curious because Ameng had always been, even too proud of the organization. On the other hand, he was nervous. In any case, at that meeting later on, things would be very difficult to predict. It is likely that later there will be many big people who have power. He's too young. What she was worried about was that, she had too much respect for others that she would be taken advantage of.

"Why are you just silent? Do you have a mind burden. Lately I've been watching you keep your head down" Jol asked. It turns out that every movement of Namora is always noticed by Jol.

"I don't know what I'm thinking" Namora replied.

"What is the tournament being held soon that has weighed on your mind?"

Namora shook her head. How could the tournament weigh on his mind. He is not a bragging young man. He participated in the tournament because he did have the belief that he was able to surprise people who always insulted him. He is also eager to retaliate for Diaz's treatment, which has always bothered him.

"Then?"

"Actually, the tournament was not important to me. I was just on a revenge mission. If it wasn't because Diaz, Ruben, Dudul and Rudi were there, I probably wouldn't have taken the trouble to go to that tournament,"

"Do you have a plan?" Ask Jol who wants to know why Namora doesn't seem too enthusiastic. Even impressed to underestimate the tournament. Though many people are scrambling to apply for the tournament.

"My plan is just one. Donating every one of the four men was merciless" Namora replied referring to Diaz, Ruben, Dudul and Rudi.

At first glance, it was reflected in his eyes like what he used to be treated by Diaz and his other friends. He was beaten, in the palak, exiled, in the abject. They just want to treat themselves.

If it were not for Mr. Harianto's ban, Diaz and his friends would have been getting a reply from him. He had waited a long time for this tournament. This one time he'll beat them. He wasn't even afraid of breaking the rules. Because, the most important thing for him was, Diaz had to lie unconscious on the canvas.

Jol nodded faintly hearing the answer from Namora. He got up from his seat, patted Namora on the shoulder, then passed to rejoin the other J7 children.

Seriate...