Behind the Eyes of INDIGO
Mr. Hari

Since that day, Pak Hari's work feels very light, the harvest can also always be abundant and very more to meet the needs of the day\-day.

Day after day passed, they began to be able to accept the departure of their eldest son, Nanang.

Three months have passed, Pak Hari remembered with his promise to return to the mountain and perform the ritual again so that his economy could continue to be stable as it is now.

Mr. Hari looked for various reasons to get away from home without arousing suspicion for his wife. Like at the beginning, after returning from the mountain he held a salute with the reason to be grateful for the increasing harvest.

The days go by, month after month. It has been a year since the death of his eldest son. 3 Months ago the grandfather of the mountain guard told Pak Hari that if it was past one year then he had to come back with one more rooster.

Mr. Hari never thought that the condition was actually a symbol of the sacrifice he had to give. All he knew was that the job of taking care of his fields was easy, his crops were always good as well.

That day Mr. Hari said goodbye to his wife to go, but he still did not tell his wife where he was going.

On the way Pak Hari did not forget to buy a chicken and also some flowers first.

With no weight, Pak Hari again climbed the mountain and fasted for three days at the top of the mountain. On the third day the guard grandfather came and went back to perform various rituals that had been done before.

This time Pak Hari was asked to slaughter the chicken he was carrying. Mr. Hari began the slaughter and at once the chicken whined in pain, but what was heard by Mr. Hari was the sound of crying from his youngest son who was very small.

After the ritual was finished, Pak Hari rushed back to his house. For the second time he again saw his son lying stiff and was no longer alive.

His wife explained that her youngest son had a sudden high fever and also convulsions. Mr. Hari's wife also had time to take her third child to the hospital, but because of a fever so high and also severe convulsions, he said, the hospital can only take care of her until the child is no longer helped.

Mr. Hari's wife continued to cry while hugging his one remaining son. Deeply guilty for not being by his side at the last moment, Mr. Hari kissed his youngest son's forehead and carried him towards the funeral. Mr. Hari himself went down to the burrow and buried his youngest son.

The next day Mr. Hari again held a salutation as usual. Since then Pak Hari's economy has really changed. The harvest was always good, he did not even cooperate with others anymore. All of his farming efforts he spent his own capital and also enjoyed his own crops.

Year two his wife began to feel suspicious, actually where her husband went every 3 months. Mr. Hari did not want to tell, but his wife continued to urge that Mr. Hari would tell the truth.

After hearing the story from Mr. Hari, his wife was sitting limp, she was crying.

"You have the heart!" shouted Mr.'s wife that day.

"How did? I'm doing all this for our family, for our son!" answer Mr. Hari.

"Our son? Which of our children? you've even sacrificed our two children, are you still unconscious!?".

"I'm sorry deck, I've really been blinded by lust"

Mr. Aji fell limp and cried, he was really sorry why he just realized it. Mr. Hari tried to grab his wife's hand, but she dodged and went to the room with her son.

Long enough Mr. Hari persuaded and apologized until finally his wife was willing to meet Mr. Hari. His wife also asked Mr. Hari to promise not to go to the mountain again. With a steady heart Mr. Hari also promised not to leave again.

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Three months have passed since that day. Pak Hari's feelings began to fret because that day was the time for him to come to the mountain and fast. His wife continued to remind Mr. Aji to keep his promise and no longer worship the devil who misleads.

Mr. Hari finally gave up worshiping the tomb at the top of the mountain. The next three months passed, Mr. Hari still did not leave.

From that day forward the lives of Mr. Hari and his wife completely returned to their original point. The harvest, which is usually abundant, is now a little and continues to decrease from month to month until finally they can not benefit from the fields they cultivate.

The last way was done, Mr. Hari began to sell his fields that had not been purchased long since the death of their youngest son. One year after that the test of the Pak Hari household reached its peak.

All his land has been sold out to meet daily needs, now they only have the land they live on. That day his only child fell ill, his illness was a bit strange and difficult to cure. Because they also have no money anymore, so just take care of their children at home, until finally the only child who lives is really no longer able to be helped.

Mr. Hari's wife was unable to contain her grief, she continued to blame Mr. Hari until they finally divorced and Mr. Hari lost everything.

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"So that's the story, son" said Mr. Aji while drinking coffee that had begun to cool.

"Oh so Pak Hari's wife who is now his second wife?"

Alia asked again and Mr. Aji just nodded. From that story Alia could understand why the figure of the black robe was so eager for Alia to help him. Alia had also understood why many of the jinn figures with various forms of terrible that tried to block Alia to the top at that time. It turns out that the evil creatures only welcome and facilitate people whose hearts have been shrouded in bad intentions and deviant.

"You can speak well if you can't help, that's your right, because you don't ask them anything, then they won't sue you either" explained Mr. Aji.

"Yes Pah, God willing, Alia will make the best decision"

Alia reached for a white cup of sweet tea that was almost cold because long left to hear the story of Mr. Aji.