Ballad of Love The Dancer
Chapter 113

Sari sat opposite to Mang Usep. He tried to behave as usual, as well as Mang Usep and Arjuna. Sari chose to be quiet and enjoy the dishes. The small talk that flowed between Mang Usep and his four colleagues was only responded to with a smile by Sari.

"I heard that Sari is of Dutch descent?" asked Mang Usep suddenly at Sari made herself choke.

"Pelan Sar, so if you eat do not dream!" Bagas patted Sari's back and gave her a glass of water.

"But what the hell Lo, I'm here why daydream me Sar?" Said Doni casually as he fed the rice into his mouth. 

Mang Usep smiled obliquely and looked at Sari without blinking. He felt like he had met Sari before. Sari's familiar-looking face made Mang Usep ask once again.

"Sorry, have we met before?"

"No, sir, this is the first time we've met. My face is the market, sir?" sari asked with a smile.

"Sanes market but beungeutna geulis pisan! Neng, as long as it's Walanda?"

(Not the market, but her face is beautiful! Neng, originally from Holland?)

Sari was confused as to what to answer, she did not understand Sundanese. Arjuna smiled at Sari and explained the meaning of Mang usep's question.

"Change the nanya to mbak Sari, what mbak Sari native from the Netherlands. Abah was amazed by the beauty of Mbak Sari!" 

"Oh so, sorry I don't understand. My Dutch father's name is Berend Janssen Van Leeuwen, my mother is native to Cirebon." replied Sari by staring at Mang Usep.

Mang Usep smiled again, in his heart he was still wondering for himself. He really felt that he had met Sari.

"Oh so this is the crew that Bagas told the Cirebon natives?" ask Arjuna

"Yes, it's not real. Look at the blaster yourself." 

Mang usep continued to pay attention to Sari even until the lunch was over. Sari who knew about it deliberately provoked Mang Usep to continue approaching him. Seeing Sari about to leave, Mang Usep gave Arjuna the code to follow Sari.

"Gas, I'm first. Wanna take a look at the gallery first." said Sari to Bagas.

"May I get itin mbak Sari?" Arjuna offers to accompany Sari. 

"So, I happen to be afraid of straying too, but remember where hands don't go!" 

"Promise!" sahut Arjuna with seductive eyes.

Bagas' heart burned with jealous fire at Arjuna's behavior that deliberately seduced Sari. But he can't do much. He must sacrifice feelings for a moment for the sake of his mission to help the lover of the heart.

Sari walks with Arjuna. He deliberately chose a corner that holds various types of masks. 

"These masks are real handmade do they really have prints? This is what Nari used, right?" ask Sari

"Yes mbak mask is part of the property of mask dance which all amount to five pieces. This is handmade mbak Sari, it is not made haphazardly either. What Sari holds is his name Samba he is a form of the nature of children who are cheerful, funny and agile."

"Well handmade yes, expensive dong?" 

"All things of art value must have a price" replied Arjuna smiling.

"What's this mask called?" ask Sari again.

"This kelana mask or Ravana mbak, which is most often used in mask dance. He's the embodiment of human anger."

Sari tried to wear a muffled mask on her face. He could see Arjuna's facial expression suddenly change when he saw Sari wearing Kelana's mask.

Arjuna as if entering the space of time of the past, he suddenly remembered one of his collisions wearing a wandering mask when he was killed.

Arjuna's body trembled, it was as if he had returned to that time. The time where he had fallen in love with a beautiful woman who he was forced to make a collision because of the insistence of his wife. The wife who in the future also he tumbuhkan for the continuity of the gallery and increase the power of black magic.

Sari continues to stare at Arjuna from behind the mask of Kelana he wears, he transfers the memories of the dancer's ghost to Arjuna through the power of thoughts that suddenly appear on him. Sari smiled triumphantly. 

The masked dancer's figure appeared right behind Arjuna, firmly gripping Arjuna's shoulder making him lose control of himself. The dancer's ghost whispered to her, leaving Arjuna's eyes wide with horror.

I came to demand revenge, blood paid for blood .. life paid for life!