Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
13. Book of the Sea

Delicious foods are available in plain sight, they are then with the right adab mengamah all do not miss the rest. Suluh had been impressed by the delicacy of Rahayu's cuisine, especially when Sabrina arrogantly exclaimed that it was made. However, the boy did not do anything meaningful, Rahayu and Sekar never objected or put a sense of unease.

Because the day was getting darker, Arnadi did not give permission for them to return home, had to room there until the sky was clear again. Unpleasant torment for their great kindness, unable to resist because of Sabrina who had fallen asleep. The woman took him inside, giving him warmth. No exception Arnadi who had to return to the industry to solve problems in innovation findings, do not want any damage.

Now, in the backyard and in the charming moonlight, they are alone. Equally enjoying the atmosphere, the eyes of Suluh and Sekar ventured into the vast infinite space. Although they seemed indifferent, the hearts of people whispered to open their voices, asking to communicate. Suluh was known to glance repeatedly at Sekar who was silent, waiting for the black-haired man to begin.

"How's Sabrina?" suluh said turning his head, seeing the dazzling beauty of Sekar's hue. "Did he bother you?"

The woman smiled sweetly as she watched, turning her head to the right and left slowly. "No, he's very helpful."

"Sorry, he forced me to meet you," the boy exclaimed as he looked up.

"Yes, we exchanged a lot of stories," exclaimed Sekar bending his legs, crossing his hands on his knees while burrowing his head. "Include you."

The torpedoed instantaneously turned towards Sekar. "What's? What's he talking about?"

The woman did not respond. Suluh realized that Sekar's face was red, getting into shame. "She said you always ask me something. You're always trying to figure it out."

Desperate, Sabrina has betrayed all their secrets. The child could not be evaded easily because all that was said was fact, it was impossible for Sulah to refuse and demand that Sabrina be guilty. Because the man should have known that Sabrina could not keep a secret. Want once the topic when it is changed to another form, any form as long as it is free from anxiety that makes shortness of breath.

"Ten," said Sabrina never turned to Suluh, trying not to reveal her face. "Do you like me?"

The throttle inside the chest is getting faster, the torso is losing the momentum of pulling oxygen regularly. The heart that raged when it met Sekar, gave a sign that Suluh could not lie. On that day, in the slums when he was helpless without a glimmer of hope, the life of the Reed was saved. Pulling the broken hand without cues and reproach, receiving shortcomings with the desire of love that emanated from the expression of Sekar.

Thank you hasn't been nice to reply to all of that. Suluh did not know what to take something from in the black uniform of the Cenderawasih disciple worn, still keeping it secret behind a fist. "Strong, take it."

I looked at him guessing what the boy was going to tell me. The torch slowly opened the artificial hand, exposed to a wooden pendant. In the center of the object is engraved a beautiful tree with roots that creep; meet the entire frame in the form of a circle. Now can not talk but mute confusion. Unable to grasp the meaning of the man next to him.

"For what?" sekar pitched lirih.

"I don't know," Suluh said it was difficult to find the right sentence. "I just want to make this to you."

Sekar accepted the gift as an excuse for some reason, put the pendant around the neck. The jewelry seemed suitable to stick there, instantly giving Sekar cheerfulness. Feeling that this may be the form that represents the heart of the heart of the Suluh. As if feeling of having value with immeasurable sincerity. When he looked back at the man, Suluh instead daydreamed while continuing to pay attention.

"How does it look?" sekar wanted to know from the corner of Suluh.

"Ah, huh?" the child was awakened. "I think you look pretty."

"really?" sekar said blushing while looking down. "Thank you, Suluh."

The young man looked back at the cardika that was floating in the sky and exclaimed, "You remember no, when we were in the horse carriage? Now, you, including my world."

"I'll protect you even if my tribe is a bet."

Sekar felt strange with the sentence of Seruh, as if it would be hit by a problem. "Why? Is there something?"

"Mukhalis?" say Sekar while thinking. "If it's not wrong it's in the book of the Sun."

"Yes, I heard this from Master Madiarta," Suluh recalled the conversation during the rehearsal.

"Wait, if remembered," Now suddenly stood up, about to go somewhere. "I think Mama's got the book, come with me!"

Without getting permission from Suluh, Sekar pulled the boy's hand back into the house. They passed through room after room and room while replying to the greetings of the passing guards. Until finally it reached the place where all the mechanical equipment was scattered, on it was a balcony containing cabinets of books arranged elegantly. Now without giving a pause, climbing the stairs that require Suluh to turn his eyes forward, keeping the rhythm of footsteps to be continuous.

"The Book of the Sun is the interpretation of the Sheet of the Universe" said Sekar looking at the corners of the closet. "Konon said, those who interpret it are blind forever."

"Is it that bad?" tukas Suluh while helping Sekar menulusuri.

"Not a few of them lose their minds after seeing something very sacred," continued Sekar occasionally open a pile of books. "Seeing the future and the past at the same time. Doesn't that make no sense?"

Suluh fell silent, processing all the descriptions of Sekar's sentence. Shortly after, Sekar found the book they were looking for, sitting next to him. From the cover alone it looks different from the typical book in general. This object is more like a book, a book that gives a grid in life. Fresh without waiting any longer, immediately open sheet by sheet as if already know the location of the prophecy.

"I have not yet given a sign on the page" Sekar chirped still open the papers. "But we're almost there."

There have been five minutes Sekar hold the paper, crosscheck back the written narratives. "Here you go, I found it!"

A flash of lightning approached, that mediocre face was almost in contact with Sekar. The man whispered, "In the misery brought about by the inability of the new essence, Mukhalis returns to the world with maximum strength."

"The smoldering vindictive smouldered Bentala, turning the place of peace back into hell." He became more interested and continued reading.

"He was not aware that the same essence was born with flaws. A deficiency that no man would accept except a pure clean heart." This time, everything Rahayu said was known to her origin.

"They are the same, have a unified source of power. Only with Prana were both born. Only with Prana are both put to sleep for good. Until the world feels ready. The hero of the Bentala who sacrificed for the salvation of mankind." The torch stopped, his heart rate was pumped faster and the contents of his mumbling head were not lost.

"Ten, are you okay?" welcome Sekar a little worried about the condition of Suluh who was covered in cold sweat.

"Yes, I'm fine," Simpal pretended. "I'm just a little unwell after reading this."

"Is there something you don't know?" this time he tried to offer help.

Suluh took a deep breath and exclaimed, "Is ... Is Mukhalis here not just one?"

Just pull the book and look at it, trying to give the right response. "I think so. All I know absolutely is that Mukhalis will appear when the world is in chaos. It's a certainty that he's in the past, isn't it?"

Suluh gave a wry smile while she was still haunted by the ancient prophecy. Especially in the installment of the book, Mukhalis will fight each other. Ends only in a creepy memory, mowing Bentala as he should. All these are burdens that should be accepted for the safety of those he loves.

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