The Fight For Honor
From Opponent to Friend
The sun had gone up and today Gungun was about to go buy a ticket abodement bus damri on Merdeka street, for a full month which he used for the round-trip fare to school. That way he can save more than the regular rate.
Earlier this morning he had been provided with money by Mama for the monthly cost of buying his ticket.
While on his way to the terminal, on the road he met with Rudi who came from the opposite direction to him. But He remembered Mama's advice to pity people like Rudi. So there is no intention of extending the business the other day. Moreover Si Rudi did not go dodging when he saw the presence
himself.
Today Gungun even saw something different in Rudy. Now his head is bald. This is the tumben
shave his hair up like that. Not even any accessories on his body that are usually in his ears pierced with a ring, now the ring is not in place? His clothes were simple, black t-shirts that had been slum and jeans. And to his surprise, he suddenly came with a friendly smile at him.
"Where are you going Gun?" Ask Rudi.
"I want to go to the damri bus office .." said Gungun who actually became awkward with all these changes. But he kept asking her to talk.
"Where are you going?" Ask Gungun.
"I went to a friend's house ..."
"Oh," said Gungun, "yuk, I also continue to the terminal."
Rudy just smiled as he continued his steps.
Gungun had seen the skin of Rudi's hand like a wound hit by a hot object.
It seemed he tried to remove the tattoo on his arm but instead inflicted a skin-like wound that had been burned. But the tattoo on the face is clean, apparently it is not a permanent tattoo.
Is Rudy avoiding being targeted by a mysterious shooter? So do it all, thought Gungun. Even though he was a wild child, wasn't he still a teenager and the same age as himself?
Only briefly the meeting but gave a deep impression on him. A long time familiar with Rudi this time bertegur well? And had become Gungun's mind along the way until arriving at the terminal.
Then Gungun immediately took a bus that was ready to leave, but it turned out to still have to wait until every empty seat became filled. The driver and conductor were not on the bus, probably eating at a rice stall.
This time he went to Dago. It is quite a long time to wait for passengers to be full, where the seat is hard not nice to sit. Bus chairs are made of plastic so they are more durable and not easily damaged by ignorant hands. Though this public transport bus originally used a soft seat as well but not long have been damaged or damaged? So the trip is forced to sit in a place that does not make you feel at home for long because the seat is hard.
While on the bus more hawkers who then offer their sales. From the beginning of the newsboy, the coffee salesman, to the ATK milling. Even the seller selling snacks more variety is proffered to the passengers.
Gungun know a lot to those who are neighbors so greet each other and briefly talk.
“Where are you going, Gun?” ask Asep the newsboy. And among the newspapers there are also TTS tucked, comics in the bitterness of Asep's hand.
“Buy abodement ticket,” replied Gungun. “Sep, not school?” Gungun asked back. Asep was the same age as himself and as far as Gungun even though he sold newspapers every day, Asep still continued to school.
“Udah home,” Asep replied, “tadi guru meeting so go home early.”
“Oh ...” Sahut Gungun understands.
But thank goodness the bus finally started moving forward. Slowly the driver carrying a box-shaped and blue bus along the route that turns to the Garuda road continues to the north across the Andir station railway crossing in front of the entrance of Husen Sastranegara Airport, Lanud, then move straight along the road Pajajaran. At the end of the road
The long stretch finally turned left through Wastukencana road. Then a little turn to the right take the direction of Riau road. At the intersection of the red lights heading towards Dago, Gungun was already getting ready to go down. When the bus turned left and was still walking slowly rushed he came down. Then he continued walking to Merdeka Street. He looked to the left and then to the right and then across. Just a few steps he had arrived in front of the page of the Gramedia bookstore. He intended to buy something at the bookstore, but he decided to cross first to buy a mumpung ticket not too late. Because he already knows when the more daylight the queue gets longer.
Then Gungun crossed casually and immediately set foot on a dirt road full of gravel. Along the side of the road in Damri's office yard is overgrown with weeds.
But it's true that at the ticket sales place he saw that there was already a lot in line. Hurriedly he slightly sped up his pace because behind it seemed some people came with the same intention. Finally Gungun has stood in the queue according to the required department counters.
Long enough to queue because those who need damri bus transportation services are very much. For those who routinely use their services in this way can save costs because they are applied close or far distance as the rate.
Finally it was his turn to get a ticket for a bundle of Cibeureum-Cicaheum majors and vice versa for one way. When Gungun took the reverse direction, there was a queue that increasingly snared in front of the counter of each trayek. Relieved that now a monthly routine event in line like this has been passed, now just go across back to the Gramedia bookstore.
Now he is standing in front of this bookstore whose page is a spacious but quiet land and does not appear a vehicle. Not long after that the store doorway had been entered. The house is spacious enough to be a bookstore and inside there are several display tables placed in the middle of the room to show off books published by gramedia of course.
In one corner was a woman writing in front of her desk.
Gungun pampered the eyes first before he bought the goods he needed. He went to a row of shelves displaying novels. He could read a few books whose title or author's name caught his attention. In the end he recorded a novel title in his memory and he will buy the novel in Palasari because in the book market it can be bargained and get a cheaper price.
After quite satisfied looking around, he went straight to the room displaying the stationery. At that place he picked up a blue hardcover book size B5. He made sure first on each page sheet is plain and not striped like a notebook, but also not a picture book. Then a bottle of glue in the container
plastic he took anyway. Then he took it all to the cashier's desk. After he finished paying the woman, the items he had bought were put into a plastic bag.
Then he went back out to go straight home, so he crossed over again and waited at the bus shelter in front of a Bimbel institute. The small two-story building is where the course and tutoring of school children, there are even guitar or piano lessons so that many teenagers his age are waiting for the bus to pass.
Not long after the bus Damri majoring Dago - Cibeureum came. Prospective passengers are patient and prioritize the down. When he got his turn up he queued up and looked for a seat that was still empty.
Then the bus drove back to continue the direction across Merdeka street. In front of Bandung City Hall bus
turn right and continue to cross the road wastukencana until you meet the road Pajajaran turn left. Starting from the end of this road the bus continues straight back through the Kimia Farma building, then GOR Pajajaran and finally arrived in front of the entrance of Husen Sastranegara Lanud back. On the threshold of Jatayu road, Gungun asked to be lowered. But at the same time there was the sound of sirens coming from Andir Railway Station. It just so happened that he came down and crossed over. At that time the crossing door was closed even though the locomotive train was not yet visible.
Then Gungun passed on the trail and jumped over the trenches of chains that drew signals on the watchpole. From the red-painted watchword he knew the train was coming from the direction of Ciroyom station. Besides the train is still far away even though it is now visible so slowly he crossed a pair of steel rails and then followed the groove of a pair of steel rails on the south side which is not a train track coming from the east
Gungun accidentally got off at that place because for him the distance from the end of North Maleber road to his house in Inpres was the same distance from the end of West Maleber road to the house. But if it goes down on West Maleber road means he must take the bus first circling until it arrives at the terminal. So that's why he chose to get down here.
Then he went home on foot to the steel rail pads. On the left is an asphalt road that is lower than a railway road. Similarly to the right of these two railways are sleeping lands made into garden fields by the surrounding residents. The fields are not wide
but it extends because it is limited by the high fortress of Husen Sastranegara Lanud area.
Finally, when he passed his alma mater, the YP Junior High train coming from Ciroyom station passed on the right side of the line.
Jreg, jreg ...
Kink, kuiiiik ....
When entering Junior High he did not graduate to Junior High School, he was finally enrolled in a private Junior High School
that's.
When he arrived across the empty land that used to be a volleyball field when he was in school at Junior High, the train line passed and drifted away. Across the field that Gungun turned down to the road and crossed. Now he is crossing the old public cemetery where he once played plastic ball against Rudi's team.
Usually he continued straight walking down the North Maleber road and avoided entering the small alleys that meandered so quickly to arrive. But this time he chose to enter a densely populated village.
Whether what leads his feet to take the actual shortcut for those who do not memorize the road, this is like entering a labyrinth.
Suddenly he realized he had set foot next to the house of the Samson? For a moment he wondered whether he would go home or stop by to see Samson. At that time it came to his mind the advice of Shihan Darma that 'your opponent is the best teacher who can bring you as good as your enemy'. Recalling that advice, Gungun wanted to figure out how to deal with an opponent of the Samson-like type. In the past, he always lost in the last tournament against karateka-karateka who had a denser and more powerful posture.
The yard next to Samson's house was wide and wire-fenced so it was clear that some people were practicing various movements. Some are lifting barbells from two cans that have been in cement, some are punching sansak, and some are doing various other weight training.
Finally he decided to meet the Samson to ask him a few things. Then he entered through a high wire gate. He immediately entered the gym from the outside alone was heard the sound of the cries of people who do sparing partners in the boxing ring.
The door of the gym opened and he could immediately see the activities inside. Then Gungun stood in the doorway and searched for Samson.
Fortunately, he saw Samson standing on the edge of the ring. In the ring two men were boxing. Samson shouted instructions to the two men who were fighting each other.
For the sake of seeing someone coming at the door Samsom had looked, he seemed surprised to see the presence of Gungun. But hurriedly Gungun gave a nod to him while waving his hand. A moment later, Samson spoke to the man beside him. Apparently he asked the man to take his place. Then he came to see Gungun.
"What's wrong?" Asked Si Samson while leaving his waist when dealing with Gungun. But Gungun tried to smile, "i have a need for you, can we talk for a moment?"
"Speak it," said Samson.
There's a little towel hanging on Samson's neck. He was wearing an armless training shirt and shorts. This time he was wearing boxing shoes that were stringed up to his shin.
Gungun relented and then he meant to explain the purpose of his arrival.
"I'm sorry if I had something wrong with you ..."
"Obviously you got it wrong!" sahut Si Samson's. "I never challenge people and fight. You know, I'm a boxer but for the first time I broke my Father's ban on street fighting ..."
"Wait, wait a minute" said Gungun, "I never challenged you!"
This time it was Si Samson's turn to shake his head because Gungun denied his accusation. Samson is still on his waist. A few passers-by look through the door and ask the others to find out what is going on?
"Wait, wait!" Cut Gungun increasingly curious.
"I never challenged you, I never said anything about you. We don't know
...!"
Suddenly, Gungun remembered something. "Oh, Rudi, it's not wrong that this must be Rudi!" exclaim Gungun.
"What said all that Rudi?" Ask Gungun. Samson nodded, "yes" he replied firmly.
"Because I broke the ban, I was punished by my Father!" Samson.
"But I've never said everything you're accusing of!" Gungun. "This is clearly slander. This is clearly the act of Rudi who makes slander."
Then Gungun asked again, "Do you know Rudi well? Don't you know Rudi's reputation?"
"What do you mean?" Ask Samson who is now astonished. "I know who Rudi is but he's not my friend!" This time the Samson lowered both his hands which had since gone to the waist.
Finally melt the tense atmosphere that turned out to have been a misunderstanding all this time in between
them both.
"In that case, I'm the one who should apologize!" Said the Samson earnestly and reached out, and Gungun greeted him.
"We just talk there," asked the Samson who now had a soft attitude.
Samson took Gungun to sit on chairs under a cherry tree. Si's friends
Samson who had originally started to gather at the doorstep had now returned to his respective affairs.
The cherry tree leaves are small but wide and tight so that the place below is shaded.
"I've long heard of you who are good at karate" Samson said as they sat under the tree. "Even I have seen you go to school a lot, but I still don't care even though Rudi who talks about you many times challenges me to duels."
This time Gungun clucked his tongue while shaking his head at the actions of the Rudi who had pitted himself against the Samson who turned out to be a good and humble man even though he was a boxer.
"But when Rudi delivered a message from you that I was a coward, then I came to you," said Samson, who spoke with a smile this time. Now Gungun looked back at the always smiling Samson.
"At that time I immediately kicked off because I should not take you lightly" continued the Samson. "It's true, your punch was so hard, that some days I had trouble eating because my teeth hurt when used for chewing!"
Hearing that Gungun then told him after the fight he fell ill because of his strength
depleted.
Finally they told each other and praised each other's greatness.
"So what did you come here for?" Samson's question reminded him of Gungun's arrival.
"I'm going to have a tournament and I need a partner like you, because at another tournament last year I always lost against an opponent who is similar in boxing style."
Hearing that, Samson nodded his head.
"If we were still fighting for a few minutes, I would be defeated by you." Gungun told honestly. "At that moment, I was exhausted."
"not necessarily. And you smart don't want to face me head-on." Samson. "And you're quick to think so you can counterattack."
But Gungun fell silent and thought of his own words just now.
"Follow me!" Invite Samson to invite into the gym without waiting for Gungun to express his opinion. "I'll show you how you're supposed to deal with a boxer. We'll talk in the ring."
Hearing that, Gungun happily followed the steps of his new friend.
At the same time the two men who had competed had finished training and got off the ring. They were talking to a person who seemed to be respected by the two people. Then Samson talked to the middle-aged man but still had an athletic body shape.
"That's my father, stay here first" Samson said. "I want permission to use the ring."
Samson talked to his father for a long time. Sometimes Samson's father looked towards Gungun. He stood on his back listening to Samson's explanation.
Not long after, Samson called Gungun. Then Gungun came and kissed the old man's hand.
"Good, you're friends." Said Samson's father while leaving his waist. "My name is Sianturi!" Apparently Samson's habit of walking around when talking to other people is clearly a derivative of who. Nevertheless when talking to him felt by Gungun the old man was friendly and pleasant.
"I know Kang Iwa Rahadian" said Mr. Sianturi. "He was a great man who could develop a college of karate and be as great as he is today."
Gungun was very happy to hear that, apparently Mr. Sianturi knew the founder of BKC.
"Get it!"
Sahut Pak Sianturi let the ring be used by them. Meanwhile Samson
he took a pair of boxing gloves and gave them to Gungun. Then he took
a pair to wear by himself.
"Here is the rule that anyone who enters the ring must wear boxing safety standards." Samson. Gungun agreed even if he wore t-shirts and sneakers, but his pants were jeans. And he didn't mind wearing a boxing glove, gum shield, and head protector before entering the ring.
"Your fists are very aggressive. Your attacks are fast with incredible punching power." Puji Gungun's. "What's that called?"
"Sluggers! A boxing style like me is called Slugger" Samson said. "The punching style of boxing continues without paying too much heed to the opponent's counterattack. Many boxers want to be like that but must have a strong defense. Can't be hit by a heavy blow straight down."
Gungun nodded because he had felt his own style of boxing Samson.
While discussing once in a while Samson and Gungun were involved in a sparring battle as partners. In buying and selling these moves Gungun many take lessons how to face the opponent of a hunter who has stamina as great as his strength.
"How to deal with a slugger like this?" Ask Gungun.
At that moment Mr. Sianturi climbed in the ring and stood outside while laying on the ring rope and watching those inside the ring.
"To overcome it you have to do bob and weave to make it difficult for opponents to target
his target. Bob is done by bending the legs to avoid a blow. Then go with weave. The trick, bend the body exactly outside the range of the opponent's straight punch, and straighten the back again. After weave, reply to the opponent with jab."
"Stop!" Mr. Sianturi said asking them to stop demonstrating the style of boxing. "It's right to move on to avoid attacks and hit back. But there's something more important ...." Then the father of the owner of the gym and at the same time this boxer entered the ring.
"Boxing with Karate is two different types of sports" Mr. Sianturi told Gungun. "Although you are taught boxing, boxing movements are useless in karate. The main factor in an actual boxing fight is who is the most resistant, that is the winner. But in karate it is not so!"
Then Samson and Gungun listened carefully to the description conveyed by his Father Si Samson.
"Now you must first understand the philosophy of karate training that is like athletes running at short distances of 100/400 meters. And compare with boxers as marathon runners or long distance runners such as 1,600 meters. If exchanged between the long distance runner with short distance, then the short distance runner will be easily exhausted in the marathon while the marathon runner will be very slow to run at a distance of 100 meters.
Karate is a fast and explosive sport. Points you will get when attacking
quickly hit the target before you can avoid it. It will be difficult if you move slowly. While in the game the time is only 3-4 minutes per round and it is not a long time, unlike in boxing. Therefore you have to train endurance muscles, for example running a distance of 3-5 km for endurance not for explosions.
Usually a Karateka can run with this distance of about 5-6 minutes. But this is still not appropriate, because in a karate match requires a big explosion but in a short time. Then you have to practice running a maximum sprint in order to make your muscles work with the same ability as the moment
karate Games.
Now Gungun asked, "but it only takes 13 seconds to run a 100-meter sprint, and the Karate match lasts 3 minutes?"
"So that's why you have to rest for 15 seconds, then sprint again 100 meters. Practice with such a pattern until the time of 3 minutes, then you will get used to the karate game time of about 2-3 minutes with a break of 1 minute. Because of this repetitive pattern sprint-break-sprint-break and so on are very similar to Karate matches.
In a karate match there is a moment that explodes which is about 13 seconds. Then there is usually a time when someone will not make an attack and just go around the field before then doing another explosion.
Such is the physical preparation for a good match when facing an opponent who has the average stamina and strength of a karateka as every boxer has." []
