AWAKENED
One: The Lost Belief

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This story is just fictitious. All events that occur are free authors' essays, not actually occurring in the places and locations mentioned......

"Lo know, Ra? What did he tell me about my birthday?" Salfa did not look at his interlocutor. His gaze was only straight forward, staring at the expanse of rice fields with blue sky as long as his eyes looked. It was a beautiful morning, but this conversation seemed to be very unpleasant.

"Gue really doesn't like birthdays, he said," Salfa continued, then sighed softly. "Because birthdays according to him are a warning that someone is getting closer to death, while the person is still so personal."

Kinara actually could not bear listening to Salfa babble in vain like now. But what could he do? He also felt sorry for his friend. Heavy days for Salfa he had witnessed for real. That was the only reason why he chose to be a listener. Moreover, studying in the psychology department made Kinara know how to play. Instead of attacking and cornering Salfa, he chose to remain silent and listen. Or his closest friend will feel more hurt.

"He never said happy birthday to the person he loves, Ra. He said it was like mocking himself, because when the person he loved grew older, he was just as aware that it was closer to losing that person," Salfa continued. "He never said it, but-"

"But he doesn't mind going along, does he?" sambar Kinara was like lightning, his voice growling, "because to himaaa... The celebration is nothing more than an expression of gratitude, because someone has been born to earth, right?"

Kinara had indeed memorized out of his head what Salfa had told him. But for whatever sake, this time he was already saturated. His best friend still could not forget the 'he' they mentioned.

"That's why, don't you celebrate your birthday for the third time? Because you don't want to tolerate the things he agrees on?!" the tired Kinara. "When do you want to go, ha? I'm sad to see you gini, Sal, for God's sake. Remember, I said many times. Happy path can be from anywhere, not just from him."

Salfa was silent a thousand languages after what Kinara said. He himself also understood, surely the girl next to him was also very tired. Salfa cursed himself in his heart, not knowing where he had come from to tell the story again, after a long time he did not open the conversation about one man.

"God, Sal. Rather than you digress everywhere, it would be better if you return home now, follow Bokap Nyokap lo to their acquaintances who can help you with your problems. I was just horrified what you said early this morning, every remember still creeps. This is now what? You even talk about him, no use, Sal, please!"

"Gue told you, Ra. I don't know if Bokap I have any acquaintances. And I don't trust that guy at all!" reply Salfa ketus then up and walk further into the rice field.

Kinara who was furious soon followed. "Lo doesn't believe in people. You don't trust it the same Bokap lo!" his mouth was half-screaming because Salfa was already far enough away. "Cepet is very much the child of the way. Not afraid of what's wrong, you little bitch! Sal, Wait! Sal?"

Ignoring Kinara's call, Salfa continued to walk along the rice field boundary. Not knowing where it came from, from a direction she did not expect, a little boy bumped into her, making her hold onto her painful waist. "Oh, be careful dong, Dek. Don't run around here and fall."

The boy just smiled then ran back to leave Salfa and the girl let him. Only inward, it's whose child, how can there be in a field this wide alone, since he had not seen anyone. Where are the boy's parents.

While in the back, Kinara's chest was pounding incoherently because she felt strange about what she saw. He saw Salfa up ahead talking alone while looking down. Soon he followed. Just about to throw a question, Salfa charged instead.

"Well, did he follow me?!"

"S-So..."

"What else? Still want to talk about my book? Ra, look, I can't believe him for this one."

Like getting a diversion issue, Kinara was provoked to respond. "Lo can't keep hating Bokap lo for what happened in the past, Sal! That's not fair to him!"

Salfa's feet took a step forward, the girl slightly raised her chin. "Unfortunately do not hate the same Bokap lo? Ninggalin lo, Nyokap lo, and your sisters. It happened in the past, but don't you hate it?" salfa asked with intimidating intonation. "Whenever you meet Bokap lo, the pain is not felt anymore, Ra, ha?"

Kinara was stunned instead of playing with what Salfa said. It was as if his own best friend was scraping his old wounds. After a few moments of silence, he opened his voice. "Our situation is different, Sal. My parents are divorced. While your parents are not! Your family can still be repaired. Look at it now, Bokap you've become a much better person. What else do you want???"

Tears were drop by drop drenching Salfa's cheeks. Stupid him. Why can't he hold his tongue. It must hurt to be reminded of an untreatable wound. It is sad to see a family that can no longer be maintained. Perhaps he and Kinara can be friends not only because they are playmates since childhood, but family life that is almost as messy, making them able to always strengthen each other.

"M-I'm sorry, Ra. I ngingetin lo same old wound lo. G-go..."

One hand Kinara rubbed Salfa's shoulder. "Bokap lo you ever make a mistake, Sal. I know you can not forgive her for not accepting the heartache that Nyokap lo rasain when her husband had a mistress. But look, he's trying to fix all that."

"No, Ra. He doesn't fix anything."

"That's because you can't see all that... Please, believe him this time. Who else can help you, Sal?"

In his silence, Salfa confirmed what Kinara had said. Maybe this time it's what needs to be done. He realized his stubbornness would not be able to help. "OK, I'll go. But I want you to come."

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The house with a traditional feel that looks dimly lit. Shady trees around the house make sunlight difficult to penetrate. Dody, Salfa's father, had explained everything to Mr. Aji, a friend of his parents when he was in Mojokerto. Mr. Aji moved to Jakarta eight months ago when he started his restaurant business here. The man who was quite old had since continued to pay attention to Salfa, so it was not uncommon to make the girl feel uncomfortable.

"Why do you keep paying attention to my left side?" asked Mr. Aji to Salfa who actually made the girl feel excited. Confused to answer how for fear what he saw was a mere hallucination.

"E-e... Th-that's..."

"You're not being embarrassed. The tiger you saw is there. That's my guard."

Not only Salfa, even his parents, also Kinara made dumbfounded to hear that. Mr. Aji's gaze then turned to Dody. That person seemed to prepare himself for a moment before saying what conclusion he got.

"Your son his inner eye is open, Dod. It didn't take long to conclude that. He was born sensitive, but it took him a while to open up completely as he is now."

"What's? W-how can? M-my inner eye is open?" reply Salfa with questions filled with incredulous gazes.

"There's a lot of factors that affect him, son. But most importantly, your soul is awakened. The awakened soul itself has many causes. It could be from the severity of the problem that you experienced for a short time, it could be from you who deliberately learned about the spiritual chapter," replied Mr. Aji, a moment later the person changed his sitting position. "When one's soul is awakened, it will open up many talents within. That's what you're going through now. Unlimited vision of space, matter, time, and dimensions. Unlimited hearing over space and dimensions."

Everyone in the antique living room just looked at each other with expressions that were hard to explain. Nilam spontaneously grabbed the hand of his daughter who just lowered her head, not saying another word. Born into a family that upholds Javanese beliefs, Nilam believed in what Pak Aji said completely. Salfa also since childhood has often talked and played as if there was an opponent. And if now, it is said that his daughter could see 'them', he believes.

"I'm sure that you yourself are aware that what you sometimes see is not from our group. You believe and believe that they exist. But maybe..." Mr. Aji hung up his sentence, "after last night, with the perfect opening of your inner eyes, you will see not only occasionally, but at all times, in every place. And it happens, whether you realize it or not. Because basically, we live side by side with them. They, mingle with us everyday."

Salfa remembered something. About in the rice field earlier. The little boy was ringing in his mind at this moment. A moment later, he turned to Kinara. "Did you see me talking to myself?"

Doubtful, but to answer it was also not difficult, Kinara nodded. It immediately made Salfa bow again. "Really, Sir. Sometimes I can't tell the difference between some who look the same as most humans..."

"Maybe it can, Dod. But if the base is already open itself, yes it will be closed, at other times it will come back as far as I know," replied Mr. Aji who then turned his eyes to Salfa. "Now it's just you, son. Sincerely, is it not. If my advice is yes, be sincere, even though I know it is not at all easy. But one you need to know. That the Power cannot give us anything without its purpose. Perhaps, such chosen ones, are given more duty by the Powerful to guard this old world order. Believe me, it's gonna do you good."

Upon hearing that, an overwhelming dilemma now rained down on Salfa. He is self-conscious that he is a fairly timid person, although in some situations he can be someone who is very brave. But if it had been this way, what could he be but training himself to face it all? Sometimes we as humans don't know what God wants. But a Salfa believed, something entrusted to him, could not be in vain. It's only a matter of time, until he knows, what God really means.

"So I can see them?" muttered Salfa when he just came out of Pak Aji's house after saying goodbye. He was standing right in front of the house. In every shady tree that stood firm around, Salfa saw many of them, peering.

The girl, shut up. Feel everything in your heart. Disquiet, anxiety, and misunderstanding. Spill into one. When he opened his eyes, he knew he was in the room. Not knowing what happened, he woke up like a confused person.

One by one in his room, he scanned. There was his father and mother, Wira, Kinara, and Vin. Yes, Vin immediately invited a questionable view from Salfa, and immediately understood the young man.

"So Kinara told me about what happened to you, so I came here" Vin said.

Apparently, when at Pak Aji's house earlier, someone entered into him, or lay people call it by trance. Why Salfa was so unconscious, was because the girl had not been able to control herself and control whatever it was that replaced her soul. After hearing the story, Salfa only remembered the moment that happened.

"Salfa saw Mr. Aji find Salfa, Buk. Mr. Aji is angry with who. And Salfa wakes up. So it wasn't a dream?" he told Nilam who sat closest to him.

"Yes, it was Mr. Aji who brought you back." Nilam replied by wiping his daughter's hair, feeling sorry. "It must be heavy, brother?"

Seeing a single point of water dripping on her mother's cheek, Salfa immediately wiped it off quickly. "Don't be sad, Buk. Salfa will get used to it. Salfa will be even more careful" he said subtly, trying to calm the mother down.

"Here you go, tomorrow I'll take you to Pak Aji. You ask to be guided, let's not like it happened again," said Dody later, who stood next to the bed.

Without a second thought, Salfa immediately responded. "I can go there myself. Or let it be Kinara, if necessary Vin too. A-well, don't."

Of course it was not surprising for Dody to get such a response from his daughter. Even now, he knew, Salfa still could not forgive him. Indeed, the incident that happened eleven years ago is indeed unacceptable, but if only his daughter knew, that she did nothing wrong but love. Logically it does prefer to maintain the household for the sake of Salfa and Wira, but what power if until this moment, his heart also cannot be lied to. Although he loves Nilam, but his heart has been divided so that he can love Mayang as well.

After a brief nod, Dody withdrew from Salfa's room. Heading to a place where he can always do as he pleases without anyone looking. In the swing behind the house, covered in mango trees, on a fairly wide yard that. There, a father wept, shedding all his wounds and sorrow for the hatred of his own daughter for him. The daughter he loved so much, who no longer looked at him lovingly as he used to because his trust had been taken away from him. And Dody realized, it was himself who took all that from Salfa.

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The utter darkness that greeted, still could not be defeated by the incandescent lights that lit up. Up there, the moon and stars coexist. From where he sat, Salfa stared there with a pus. The feeling re-emerged, where he felt deadlocked and did not know where to start looking for the families of the fathers from. Did he have to question one by one the merchants along the way like a freak?

In between her daydreams, Salfa was surprised by the presence of the Hero on the terrace. His younger brother was sitting on a bench bordering the circle table on the right side of Salfa. The girl looked straight ahead again, not intending to open the conversation because she was still busy with her own thoughts.

"May I ask you something? This is serious," Wira said, successfully making Salfa's face turn to her. Realizing her brother was looking at her with a gesture of waiting for what he would say, Wira said again. "Any guy is as handsome as Brad Pitt isn't?"

Ah, you hero. His laughter had now successfully invited Salfa's annoyed look. "What a thing, jayus. Abis dream what lo, tumben joking? Yes, although not funny anyway," replied Salfa.

Not without reason the girl with the mermaid curl hairstyle said so. His sister does have a habit of always languishing in the room, out of there only if there is a button. To the extent that, for Salfa, there is no human nolep more than Wira. Just talk is very economical, let alone create jokes like that. Obviously that's a rare thing for a Wiratama Adidana.

"Okay this time seriously," the Hero stopped his laughter. His gaze was now even intense on Salfa. "Lo can't you fix your attitude to Dad, sister?"

In that instant, Salfa was stunned. "You mean?"

"Lo knows better what I mean."

Seeing his brother just silent with his head down, Wira was increasingly made agitated because so did not understand him about this situation. Salfa also knew the confusion from the look of the eye that now he did not dare to look at it. Eleven years. The hero who was still sitting on the bench of Kindergarten first did not understand anything. All his sister understood was to play with his peers until he forgot time. And Salfa himself, who was four years adrift, already understood enough what the situation was. He was indeed forced to mature prematurely after all that.

"Well, why don't you accept it?" reply Salfa later.

"Who said? Do you know that you're never okay?" now Wira's tone sounds bad. "Lo know, if-"

"Gue doesn't know, and doesn't want to know, Dek," sambar Salfa quickly.

But, it is not a hero if you give up and just stop before revealing what he wants to say.

"Dad cry." The words made her brother turn back. "It's not just once I see Dad cry. But every time he received such treatment from lo, he always went to the back garden, sat on the swing, and cried."

Looking at her sister's teary eyes, Salfa's heart felt like it was sliced. Eyes that he never imagined would cry, especially in front of him. But he was still silent, choosing not to say a word and letting the Hero reveal everything.

"Can't you be like a father and daughter in general? Is your heart so hard that you can do nothing but cry silently?"

The Salfa Defense collapsed. Now he turned his head in any direction so that the falling tears were not directly faced with the gaze of the Hero. Like being hit by a strong wind, the entire chest of Salfa poranda. But he can't say. Or later his sister's heart will be hurt, it could even be more than the wound he feels.

"Sister, I don't know, what's the matter between you and Dad. I don't know what's hidden in this family that I never knew. But I don't have the heart to see Dad like that, sister. There's still time to fix everything, right?"

Salfa wiped his tears before turning to Wira. Staring at the guy with thick eyebrows who is his biological sister with a gaze that seems to hint "Anda lo know, Wir". The girl then chose to leave, heading to a place she had never been because it was out quite far from home.

Yeah, Salfa's headed for that swing. Sitting covered his face with his back that was shaken violently from crying. And it's not just a myth, that a sad person will invite beings from another dimension to come closer. In her tears, Salfa felt that. They all surround him. If not in this condition, maybe he will be afraid because he is not used to it. But now, whatever it is, he feels they become friends who accompany his sadness. Lamenting his lost trust.

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It's really two parts huhu I hope you like yaaa. Hopefully his feelings can and make you more interested

Waiting for the next part. More will be more stressful in the future. More exciting too surely

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