Joe William
The son of Sompret
Grusak... Grusks...
Sreeet.....!
There was the sound of something being pulled and dragged around the rickety hut.
It appears a small child was dragging a car tire behind him with a rope tied to his stomach with a thick cloth base.
The child's face was red with the breath hunting each other.
"How many more rounds of cake?" Ask the boy still drags the tire of the car.
"Three more rounds." Answer the old man.
It looks like a face full of pressure. Yet he remains his physical training spirit.
"One spin!" The old man said while counting.
A few minutes later,
"Two rounds."
After that, then,
"Three rounds. Had enough. I heard your breath like the sound of buffalo breathing plowing down in the fields." Said the old man.
"Huh... I want to break my breath." Said the boy.
"Let's get you Joe. Drink this!" Said the old man.
"Can I take the day off to drink that cake?" Ask the boy while shivering.
He could imagine as usual, that green-colored drink must have been extremely bitter.
"Drink I say then you should drink! If not...,"
"Definitely Grandpa would say if he doesn't, then don't eat tonight. Aye right?" Joe said his grandfather's words.
He had already memorized that kind of word out of his head.
"Basic son of a bitch! Come and drink this. Why should we argue. Look that!" Said the old man while pointing towards the shackles hanging on the large wooden pole.
"Now it has changed. Added one more grandpa's weapon to threaten me." Joe said as he walked closer.
"Drink now. Don't talk too much!"
"Ih..." Joe said as he closed his nose.
Then,
Glucose... Glucose... Glucose...
"Howeeek... Akh... It's so bitter." The boy said as he walked.
Her romantic fur stood up with a very ugly facial expression.
"You wait ten minutes. Then feel the change in your energy." Said the old man.
"Magic. My body is like Bruce Lee." Joe said as he joked.
"See cake! Is it similar?" Ask her again while putting her nose on.
"Fucking kid. Your lag may be. But your abilities are low."
"Grandfather don't heat up my cake. Just try to allow me to fight. Surely I'm now able to beat up the three children named Charles, Milner and Jimbo." Joe said while shaking his waist.
"I didn't educate you to fight with them. Remember that!" The old man said as he opened his eyes.
"Yes already. It is futile to learn from physical training to horses. Where not to bargain with goats." Joe said continuously nagging.
"I plug your mouth with this glass if you continue to nag like a ration-deficient mother." Said the Grandpa.
"Hehehe. Cake, I'm kidding." Joe said while grinning the horse saw the row of teeth that had been toothless in some parts because it was eaten by caterpillars.
Seeing the child late, inevitably made the old man laugh too. But he immediately stopped his laughter when he did not see anything stuck to the child's body.
"Joe. Where did you keep your jade dragon necklace?" Ask the old man.
"There's cake. Why?" Ask Joe in wonder.
"Take the necklace and wear it. You can't take off that necklace!" Shake the guy.
The red dragon jade is a symbol of the leadership of the largest organization in the country engaged in various fields.
Shortly afterwards Joe arrived beside the old man carrying a necklace with two badges there.
The first badge was a picture of a red dragon spitting fire.
The second badge has the Tiger's head roar.
"It's cake. I was too sweaty. That's why I keep it so that my necklace is not dirty and rusty." Joe said it explained.
"You should wear this necklace. This necklace must not be separated from your body. If the necklace is rusty can be replaced. But if the badge on the necklace is gone, then it's gone." Said the old man.
"What's with this necklace cake?" Ask Joe curiously.
"This necklace is a memento from your father. Don't ask much. You must guard this necklace with your life. Understood?!"
"Yes cake. Joe understands." Answer the boy.
"good. Now come here your feet. You need to practice again."
"End training again, training again." Joe said with a frown.
"Sontoloyo's son. Do you want to practice or can't you have dinner tonight?" Ask Grandpa to Joe.
"Always that's it. always is." Joe said with a very depressed face.
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That morning after finishing his breathing exercises, Joe said goodbye to his grandfather to go to school.
After greeting the old man, Joe immediately set out on foot through a new road made by his grandfather so as not to be intercepted again by children who like to disturb him.
Arriving at school, Harvey waves to Joe.
"Hey Joe, I'm here!" Harvey said half screaming.
Seeing his best friend from afar, Joe hurried to move quickly toward Joe.
"Hey Harvey. Has it been a while?" Ask Joe.
"Not really. I was waiting for you on the road. I thought you didn't go to school today." Harvey said.
"I'm deliberately looking for another way, Harvey. Because it eluded Charles, Milner and Jimbo who were constantly intercepting me." Said Joe.
"Eh Joe's. Next week there will be a race at our school. I was eavesdropping on Ms. Sarah's conversation with some other teachers."
"Oh yeah? What race is that?' ask Joe.
"Sack running, bike racing, race running, take a small slippery bridge, just so much more. There is also a team race. I want you and me and we to find someone else to fight Charles' group. How's it?" Ask Harvey.
"Can. Well, then we'll set up a plan." Said Joe.
"Joe. From now on we have to practice" Harvey told Joe to rehearse.
Hearing Harvey's words made Joe want to laugh. But not so for the sake of keeping his best friend's feelings.
A drill? For him there is no day without the care of his grandfather. Let alone ordinary running, running with legs given ballast and running while dragging the car tire was food for him every day.
"Yes. You just calm down. Starting in the afternoon you should practice hard. I'm the same. We have to win this race." Joe said excitedly.
"Tos first!" Harvey said with a smile.
The two of them then Tos and laughed together.
"Let's go to class. I've been holding my book bag for too long." Take Joe.
The two children walked to their class.
"Joe, I see you've never been a prankster at this school. Why Joe?" Ask Harvey.
"I always have breakfast from home before I go to school. As for the hawker, my grandfather didn't give me pocket money because he was worried that I would buy it on ice. He won't let me eat ice." Answer Joe.
"Hmmm... There are so many rules." Harvey said as he scratched his eel.
"That's how it is." Said Joe.
The two of them sat in their seats waiting for the bell to ring.