The King, Son of Mafia
Chapter 68 (Two Cultures)
"Vian!"
A loud cry with a squeak of the sole of the shoe hitting the floor rang out loud in the empty hallway of the school building. The man flipped his body, the face of the cute girl was clearly visible to his two eyes when Delta's body was right in front of his eyes. The teenage girl smiled broadly at this sharp-eyed man.
"What's wrong?" vian asked slowly looking at Delta's face.
Honestly, this one girl looks weird today. After three days passed, this girl looked different. Smile more and cheer more. It's not Delta's cheer that's a problem here. But strange behavior, such as a smile that is developed feels strange in the eyes of Vian.
"After the last class there's no exit plan?" delta asked in a somewhat doubtful tone.
Next to Vian's eyebrows rising high, this man was astonished by Delta's question.
"Like it doesn't exist" he answered, "why is that?" vian asked back.
"That" Delta gave a pause," I'd like to ask you to accompany me to the book characters," Delta continued expectantly.
Vian speechless. This man seems to be thinking or perhaps considering the request of his female best friend.
"I'm kind of scared to go home late, my parents are busy. They returned to Indonesia this afternoon. And I don't really dare go home by myself" he continued.
Vian sighed."Yeah, I'll drive you to find a book."
"ah! Thanks Vian!" delta replied excitedly.
Vian simply commented a smile and nodded slowly. It felt like the heart of the flowery Delta could take Vian out. Even for strange reasons. Search books. This girl thought it was very difficult to get Vian out of Yamato's mansion. Vian loved his strange experiments. Make this one man spend more days in a big house when there is free time.
Behind the pillar of the passageway, Ella smiled obliquely. Delta like her really loves Vian. Not just like it. But the feeling was stronger than he had expected. Plain girl like her can be used in the future by Ella.
"You can be my weapon to get Adella out of Sean. At least, we can break even, you get Vian and I'll get Sean." He said while pulling his bright brown hair back.
Ella slowly stepped away leaving to the two teenagers who were still standing in the hallway.
***
Talempong's voice rang out loud in the room of the large hall that is usually used for fighting exercises. Or just basic martial arts training. In the field, Launa and Laura rubbed the soft sweat that ran down the side of her cute face. Dera smiled widely, before turning off the music on her phone.
"Your hips are still very stiff hands are also still stiff. Don't just practice the sword and fight. You two should be able to dance the traditional dance of Padang. Dish plate is the first dance that you have to master" explained Dera gently.
"Stay in Japan don't need that dance, Ma!" laura said with a tired tone.
Dera groped quietly."Dear. Even if you live in someone else's country. Don't forget the blood that flows. He has a father with Japanese blood and lives in Japan. It doesn't mean forgetting half your blood. Mama doesn't forbid you from studying Japanese history or Japanese culture. However, you also want your daughter and boy to know also the culture in your country," explained Dera gave understanding to her daughter.
They both remained silent. They thought about what the mother said. They have different blood. Two different countries. And two different cultures. In fact, rarely do they think of being able to do cultural heritage of regions or countries that they do not live in. However, Dera always instilled love into the two Negera. Japan and Indonesia in their children.
Starting from learning Indonesian, history and culture.
"Let's sit down and rest!" dera.
Launa and Laura immediately sat on the floor with their legs stretched out.
"Did mommy as a child also learn to dance plates?" tanya Launa opened the conversation again.
Dera's head nodded slowly."Actually, when you were a child, it was not just a plate dance that you learned. There are many types of dance that you learn. There is a lot of dance in every area. But most of the dances learned are the most popular dances in every region" replied Dera.
Both of them nodded in understanding. When studying and reading Indonesian History. Both of them know very clearly there are many cultures and tribes in Indonesia.
"If women learn to dance plates then if Padang men have to learn what mama?" asked Laura curiously.
"Shiny. The movement that really makes a lot of people amazed," said Dera smiling considering the boy in his school used to practice Silat until midnight, "actually, Silat is not only studied by men only. Women can also learn it," continued Dera.
"But he said on the Internet Silat has a mystical thing ma, is that true?" it was Launa's turn to ask.
Silates. One of the martial arts that is not only studied by the Minang people. There are in some areas that also study it. However, for the special Silat learned by the people in Padang. It has a mystical thing.
"When mom was as big as you. The old people there also said that. He said that the real silat is done at night. Over twelve o'clock at night, but not with humans. They fought the white tiger. As opposed to learning silat. And it's not out in the open. But in closed places, even they are also immune to sharp weapons," explained Dera. Ah, this woman so misses her childhood which is often in fear that when you go home at night there will be a Tiger that follows.
"Well!!! It's awesome!" laura with an enthusiastic face.
"Is that real ma?" ask Launa.
"Hem!" Dera gives pause, "if in ancient times it was true. But since the times that developed. Science that is rarely even found. Because it's considered to be detrimental to his grandchildren."
"It's amazing and at the same time terrible" Launa said.
"Curtain! Sister sok said horribly. Since when did you have a sense of horror" Laura sneered.
Kontan Launa looked sharply at her sister. Dera only let out a short breath. They were always like cats and rats. Sometimes it looks sweet too. Very reasonable, considering the relationship of brothers is like that. Mutually mocked but in the heart dear.