Map of 7 Souls: Hikma Andapi
Serendipity : Ep. 12

Bali is famous for its culture. The Balinese of small introduced culture and obliged to preserve the culture of their ancestors until they left this world. It is a commitment from the people of Bali. It is with this commitment that Bali becomes big and known by the international world.

Many Balinese cultures can be witnessed by tourists who come to one of the provinces in the Eastern part of Indonesia. Dance is one part of that culture.

Since 2009, Dapi has participated in dance groups at Sanggar Seni Surya Candra. It was not far from his home, only about two kilometers away. She loves the dance art. From a young age, he loved this field.

When she entered Junior High, she had two desires to become a Chef or a Dancer. Finally, in the third grade of Junior High he tried to focus on the world of dance.

The brown-skinned youth has entered the Surya Candra Art Center and has been sitting in a gazebo measuring about 10 x 8 meters which is in the middle of the art studio area. The young man sat down to join the other friends. Most of the participants who participated in the art studio in the afternoon were students.

Dapi wears a simple short-sleeved t-shirt in light blue, fitted with a black sports pants subordinate. His gaze was fixed towards the middle-aged man in front of them.

The concentration of Dapi was broken when a girl in white, petite body wearing a hoodie, entered the gazebo (one place like a pendopo but larger). The girl wears a gray hoodie and wears skinny jeans underneath. Looks like Dapi just saw the girl. His face was very clean and white but Dapi felt something a slightly dark aura following him.

He looked at the girl until she entered the group of students. It looks like the girl is sitting in the back row. But I don't see him anymore.

"Who is he? Looks like he's a new student at this hangar?" mummified Dapi.

Dapi refocused on the material given by the middle-aged man who was the teacher who taught at the hangar.

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"Hi...." A girl greeted the young man who was wearing a blue helmet.

The young man looked at the source of the voice. His face was flat for a few seconds when he saw the greeting, then he immediately reviewed the smile on his lips after finding out who was greeting him. "Yes. Hi too," replied the young man. His smile is getting more charming.

"I'm Tania." The girl introduced herself as well as stuck out the tip of her right hand towards the young man in front of her.

"I'm Dapi."

"You live around this area?" tanya Tania after releasing the hand post.

"Yes. At Jalan Diponegoro, not far from here, only two kilometers at most."

Dapi tried to research something from the girl in front of him. Brain thinks. Intuition works. His head was down, not looking at the girl. His mind focused on his intuition feeling something.

"Oh. I also live around Amlapura. On Ahmad Yani's street," the real girl. He stood right in front of Dapi, a cloth duffel bag slung on his right arm.

"Oh." He raised his head, looking at the other person. Dapi felt another strange aura on this girl. He answered briefly because his intuition had sensed something.

"I just lived in Bali. Just two weeks. I'm from Jakarta." The girl named Tania issued a statement as an unsolicited introduction.

"Oh." Dapi tried to busied himself by fingering the pouch as if looking for a motorcycle key but actually he felt with his sixth sense to look for something strange on the girl.

"OKAY. Greetings to know. Maybe you're in a hurry. See you later," real Tania. Then he waved and went towards the gate of the Sanggar Seni Surya Candra. Small run. The hoodie head covering, which hangs behind the neck, is lifted and covers the head.

"A pitch-black aura enveloped him. Who the hell is he?" muttered Dapi slowly.stand glued by staring at the back of the girl who walked out of the art studio building.

Now Dapi sits on his blue Vario motorcycle.Turn the vehicle on and press down slowly. He headed to the gate of the Surya Candra Art Center. When he reached the asphalt of the main road, out of the gate of the sanggar, he did not see the girl again, "Maybe it has been picked up by his family," thought Dapi.

The young man took the right direction from the main road and fled the Honda motorcycle.

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