BLACKSMITHING
The Goodness of Barjo to Ardi

Briptu Ardi looked around the thriving Barjo garden.

“Your garden is now ready for harvest, oh yes later I buy vegetables Father yes for my wife. He likes the same forest vegetables like this because in my place there is no one to sell,” said Ardi.

“Ndon't buy, I just count my thanks,” said Barjo.

“Bapak how old if I could know?”

“If I answer later you are shocked,” said Barjo who is actually still the same age as Bribtu Ardi.

“What do you think this father is actually young? Because it is covered in wounds so it is not discovered. Because I see again the physical Father is not like people who have aged,” said Ardi.

Hearing the words of Briptu Ardi, Barjo just smiled without returning his words.

“Means right?” Briptu Ardi meant a smile from Barjo.

“Yes ... So sometimes what is seen with the eyes is not necessarily the truth,” said Barjo.

“Then I call Tarsim only, how?” ask Ardi.

“Teraju, anything does not matter,” Barjo said.

Now Barjo thinks he will live by a new name, Tarsim, so it will be easier to interact with the residents and even look for the next prey.

Ardi sat down to relax for a moment to enjoy the green trees in front of Barjo's house, occasionally he looked towards Barjo's garden. While Barjo was busy in his simple kitchen he lit a fire to boil water because Barjo did not have a stove so he only used dry wood as fuel for cooking.

The fire was burning, smoke was rising high through the sidelines of the kitchen room made of bamboo.

“Diminum coffee first,” said Barjo.

“Thank you, you should not bother,” said Ardi.

“The name of the guest must be presented,” said Barjo while sipping his coffee.

“I see you very often to this village, did anything happen?” ask Barjo.

“Yah ... There's a pretty strange new case. The young man who was here a few days ago with me died in a tragic way,”, Ardi said.

“We will not know with age, sometimes many humans are too arrogant and confident if he will live long,” said Barjo casually.

“You are a good person, but don't be too kind to someone because we don't know that man covers his face a lot with a mask,” Barjo continued.

“The principle that I always hold is to always do good even though later the person will stab me suddenly,” said Ardi.

Hearing Ardi's words, Barjo just smiled. He remembered how stupid he used to be so that stupidity hurt him and his best friend Sugeng.

The sun was rising, Briptu Ardi said goodbye to Barjo, not forgetting Barjo gave vegetables from his garden to Ardi, when Ardi's journey home felt strange with the forest he went through, because before there was no path like now he went through. When first visiting Barjo house almost all covered by bushes and trees so it is very difficult to walk.

“Did Tarsim make this road? But where can it be done in a few days to clean like this?” he murmured in the heart.

Briptu Ardi was out of the forest very quickly not up to five minutes, it made him more surprised because previously he remembered that the road to Barjo house was far enough into the forest.

But he did not think much about it, he preferred to go home and return to the village tomorrow morning to return to check up.