THE TWO-DIMENSIONAL CONQUEROR

SMALL ASSIGNMENT

Grandpa Braja Sewu still craves to eat his food. Nurbaiti also still devoured the food that was there. Syria smiled for a moment to see the other generation swordsman was executing the results of his cooking.

" Your cooking can be too. I will teach you basic martial arts as long as you cook us every day." said the grandfather of Braja Sewu. Syria smiled and immediately knelt at the feet of the old man who was still greedily finishing his meal.

" Thank you, grandfather! Does this mean that I was made a grandfather's student and allowed to stay here?" syria said still positioned on his knees in front of the grandfather of Braja Sewu. Nurbaiti smiled at his teacher who looked indifferent to Syria.

" It's not that easy, of course, that I raise a disciple. I just said I'd teach you basic martial moves. Not because you think I raised you to be your disciple, "said Braja Sewu's grandfather. Syria lifted its head.

" Thank you, grandfather! Although that basic martial movement has been a fortune for me to be trained directly by the great swordsman Grandfather Braja Sewu. Thank you for keeping me in this place too. I promise I will be more active in practicing and of course will make delicious food for Grandpa Braja Sewu" said Syria.

" Is it only the grandfather of Braja Sewu that you made such a delicious meal? While I you let swallow my own tongue water because I see delicious food but I can't eat?" said Nurbaiti who looks like his neck veins become visible.

" No brother! Of course, I will make a delicious meal for the grandfather of Braja Sewu and also Nurbaiti's brother." said Syria seriously. Nurbaiti breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the words from Syria. Grandpa Braja Sewu smiled cynically towards Nurbaiti.

" Now do your job quickly and we will continue the movement and srigunting style with the next level." orders the grandfather of Braja Sewu against Nurbaiti.

" What about me, Grandpa? What the hell am I doing? Am I also going to start training today?" ask Syria.

" Syria, just do the orders from grandfather and you don't argue with him. The smallest job has its meaning. This is also one of obedience itself as a disciple." advises Nurbaiti.

" Good brother! I'll take the blanket first and I'll wash it at the spring." said Syria immediately rushed into the hut and picked up the blanket intended by Braja Sewu's grandfather. After picking up the blanket to be washed, Syria ran small towards Nurbaiti.

" Where is the fountain located, brother?" ask Syria.

" Let me show you because I also want to take water from the spring to bathe, and also to cook" Nurbaiti said. Nurbaiti quickly darted by pulling the body of Syria to go to the source of the spring.

" Sister, you surprise me." cried the Syrian who was now flying with Nurbaiti towards the spring.

Nurbaiti still back and forth to fetch water from the spring, while Syria only lives in the spring to wash some blankets and dirty clothes. Syria saw the hard work done by Nurbaiti who took water in the place up to several times. Syria could not imagine if he did it himself.

" How shameful I am, I am just washing this dirty clothes already complaining. How

with Nurbaiti who without complaining took the water in this place many times. Though some of the drums in the residence were quite large and large." thought Syria while rubbing the dirty cloth.