Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
1. Special Child

The sounds of simple chirping, the calm atmosphere makes nature seem to interact with each other. Silir semilir participated enlivening, making the leaves dance together. While humans who were on a large rock did not twitch at all, concentrating while sitting cross-legged.

Occasionally the butterfly landed right on top of the black curly hair, not yet able to make the young man dressed all white with a black belt react. He meditated, nothing but trying to open up a soul to be accepted by Prana. Prana is a force that comes from nature, no, Prana is nature itself.

Humans prefer Prana for the means of making peace with the circumstances. Breaking down the pressure in life. However, some of them certainly use Prana for violence. Desiring an eternity that abnormally made them lose their minds. That's how Prana applies, there is an impact that will be accepted.

Gradually he opened both eyes, visible hazel irises glistening reflecting baskara rays that penetrate the concentration of the forest. The breath was released, now the heart was disappointed and worry terrorized the young man's mind. Frightened that he wasn't welcomed by Prana.

The boy came down from the boulder, looking back and forth as if looking for something. A rattan bag containing herbs and herbal medicines was taken from next to the rocks, passing to somewhere. The rough sound of iron colliding also enlivened the silence during his walk, because the two artificial legs embedded in his body were too old and formed from waste materials.

He was named Suluh, suffering from a syndrome that was born without both hands and feet. Therefore he had trouble holding Prana, difficulty cultivating. However, the presence of Suluh in the world opens up an abnormality that is difficult to find, especially for the case that he is still breathing until now.

Thanks to the findings of the tool, he can move normally. Now he wants to go back home and tell Bara, Suluh's father, about a problem that is messing with the child's concentration. The robotic hand now feels difficult to operate, as if there is a point that cannot be felt. All objects worn by Suluh is the result of concoction from Pak Bara; famous for being proficient in mechanical.

He went through the path that led to a vast rice field, the sound of a stream rushing through next to him. Farmers were busy planting crops, never looking when Suluh passed by. It is unusual when one of them uses a machine that makes it easy to grow crops. The object was controlled by a steam mechanism, tabun-tabun out of the ventilation hole that looks dirty and black.

After passing through a small hill, the panorama of Niskala Kingdom looks amazing from there. There are towering buildings, hot air balloons floating in the air, and the palace is certainly the center of attention of public cucumbers. The radiant face of Suluh rang out a smile, letting a light wave her hair. The royal Glamour can always bewitch anyone's eyes to the charm of beauty offered.

When looking inward, the situation is more crowded than expected. Streets filled with humans passed by, complete with diesel vehicles passing very carefully not to hit people. On the sidewalk there are long chairs, there seem to be people chatting merrily. On the other hand there was the sound of steel clanking being forged together, the hot lead gradually forming a sword.

In the center of the market, complete basic needs are peddled at every corner. There are many who steal the attention of consumers among them are sophisticated inventions helping human work. The frenetic environment was very far apart when Suluh was in the forest. He is impossible to pass the place if there is no business with his sister's favorite sweet cake subscription.

The owner of the small shop next to the bridge was thick in stature, his warm disposition always looked happy. The spirit of trading never faded from the sound of his cry, not occasionally desperate if in reality no one was invited or greeting. Only Suluh, a person who approached the woman in her thirties seemed to be busy processing the dough.

"Many buyers, Mom?" The flat voice accidentally shocked the shop owner, he turned his head.

"Ah, Nak Suluh," greeted the woman to tidy up the apron and pat her flour-studded hands. "It's just a little, but it's okay than nothing."

Sulah smiled faintly despite feeling sad, she then looked around for something. "Is the steamed chocolate cake still there?"

"Oh, Sabrina's favorite, huh?" He then lowered his head, sticking back out just to be sure. "Buy one box?"

Ms. Sahira lowered her head. "As usual."

Reed reached into the cloth bag that looks like a flatten has been torn here and there, pulling the rope only to be amazed to see the contents inside. Suluh took out the leftover coin that fell right in the palm of her hand, making her face turn sour instantly realizing that she could not bring the two prepared meals.

Ms. Sahira realized that and asked, "Is there a problem, son?"

Suluh even chuckled, trying to smile even though he had to. "Ah, if you think about it, maybe one is enough."

"What's wrong, just take one more," the mother knew that the money was less. "This is my thanks to you who love coming here."

"Don't, Mom!" Sulah refused a helping hand of Bu Sahira who was carrying a box of cookies, took one and then gave the two coins. "We're afraid we can't spend."

When she received the silver-colored circular object, Ms. Sahira said, "Well if that's what you're asking for, the change will be three hundred."

However, Sulah hurried off while replying, "That's for Mom!"

"Hey, Red! How come you just ran away!" The woman could do nothing to pursue him. The thin smile on the wrinkled face seemed to be mixed between happiness and pity, paying attention to the objects attached to Sulah's body. "You are a special child."

The torch broke through the fanfare of intelligent beings who were somehow busy doing what, breaking through the fray. What is seen there is a new vehicle, an innovation that always gives more comfort. Suluh still had time to peek behind the towering bodies, getting squeezed so that he had to get out before he really lacked oxygen.

Suluh could breathe a sigh of relief but after she resumed her step, there was a group of teenagers who looked unfriendly. His facial water illustrates the arrogance, putting up a sense of dislike when Suluh is clearly plastered in front of him. The boy knew that the situation would be very bad if he were still there, struggling to disappear from their sight.

But unfortunately, the Suluh column was blocked by a large body; roughly pulling the Reed into a narrow alley filled with garbage. The fourteen-year-old fell down, spilling his entire bag with a still-warm box of cookies. Sulah tried to get up but the strong blow from the puffed youth's leg forced Suluh to almost spit out her breakfast, rolling withstanding the extreme pain.

On the sidelines of the slump, Suluh had looked; a familiar face behind a silhouette of light. The head of the group approached, his unkempt shoes intentionally stepping on special food for sister Suluh. Before long his face was visible, the wavy blonde hair and scar on the left cheek was recognized by the child lying on the ground.

"You still dare to show your disfigured body in front of me, Suluh?"

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