The Legend Of Ling: An Amazing Journey Will Begin
Prologues
A voice called me, “Wake up!” The voice slowly started yelling at me, “Wake up!” Shortly thereafter, “Aahh!!” I shouted as the Source of the voice pinched my thigh. I was shocked and got out of my sleep. “Hah, are you awake?” he said with a mocking smile. “Yang is right! It's a holiday, why wake up so early! Besides, is there no other way to wake me up?” reply upset. “Ya already if you do not want to wake up. I'll eat your breakfast!” said the sky blue haired girl while coming out of my room coldly. I went to the bathroom and took a shower. I'm Ling Royyan Fallahi. And that blue haired girl just now, that was my brother, Ling Salsabilla Fallahi. I was born and live in Beijing, China.
After finishing the bath, I immediately took a white T-shirt with an abstract black stripe on the chest along with a blue striped black training and a blue vest that matched the color of the vast ocean. Then, I rushed towards the dining room before my breakfast was taken by Sister Salsa. Arriving in the dining room, I was greeted by the delicious aroma of mother-made fried rice. From just smelling it, you can imagine the taste of the rice that is delicious and savory. I also prepared to eat my fried rice, but something felt awkward.
I looked around. Then, I realized. I was not seen in the kitchen. I asked Mom, “Mother, where is Dad? Dad usually has breakfast first?” After taking the rice, Mom sat down on the chair and replied, “Daddy is still practicing silat. Maybe it'll be done soon.” “Ooo, where do I think. Turns out dad is still training,” I replied innocently. Seconds by seconds passed. I'm done eating and Dad hasn't come back. I went to the backyard too.
“Hyaa!! Destroyer Tread!!” Dad's loud screams startled me. I also looked at what happened there. However, all I saw was a pile of broken wood scattered after being hit by Dad's palm violently. The bright red silat uniform with yellow stripes on the neck, wrists, ankles, and long yellow lines running from the chest to the waist appeared to be soaked in sweat. The yellow belt as a complement also looks irregular because Dad did not have time to fix the bond. “Dad, Dad didn't have breakfast?” my many. “Ah, sorry I forgot. Dad was too serious to practice earlier,” he replied while scratching his head which might not itch. He went to the kitchen and got food. I sat down next to him to accompany him.
After eating, I asked Dad, “Dad, why did you scream? I'll be surprised!” “Well sorry, Roy! Dad got carried away. Hahaha!!” answer it casually. “So that Dad practiced some moves. So excited, I forgot my breakfast. Hahaha!!” continued. “Yang right, how could someone forget not yet breakfast when practicing physical. It's not like they'll be limp if they haven't had breakfast. Huh, I don't know. I don't get it!” my thinking.
“Oh yes Dad, can I join practice silat with Dad?” my many. “All right, even good if you want to come along. A man must be strong in order to protect himself and also protect women. The strong believer is better and more beloved of Allah than the weak believer, the hadith of Muslim history,” he replied at length. “So, yes! Alright I want!!” myrag. “Alright, then tomorrow we start training!” take Dad. “Ya!!” respond with passion. “Hei Brother Salsa, are you sure you don't want to come?” ask me with a seductive smile. “I've been pretty busy with school and fortune telling exercises. I don't think so,” answered cynically while looking at his phone.