Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
16. Admissions

Everything looks black and there is nothing but emptiness. No sound or life, totally gone. Shortly before he decided to search for something, the object sticking out of nothing formed a mirror. Large oval-shaped mirror with beautiful texture. Reflected a different torch.

The shadow was a torch with a perfect body, no more tools attached. Somehow he felt interested, ascertaining if it was true of himself. With a step slowly getting closer, the figure smiled without any burden. The torch not only looks at the same face but the hand, attaching it to the glass.

Their fingers met, one with an artificial hand while the other a genuine hand, a very coveted desire. Suppose if he was born normal, maybe this long suffering would never happen. She was glazed, teary-eyed. Pitying himself is too different if he does not have Tetra Amelia syndrome.

But on the sidelines, appeared both parents behind, gradually clearly visible. Their faces of sincerity are emanated there is never a look of disappointment. Sabrina was suddenly next door, clasping her hand tightly. Wholeness who does not want to be disappointed, provides unparalleled comfort. This moment itself is the peace of the world that hates it.

Shortly after, the glass in front of Suluh began to crack. The temperature there was heating up and flames started to flare around it. The mirror gradually broke and the red boy devoured everything, the family who had originally accompanied the melting momentarily. As he looked back to the front, there was a human figure standing in the middle of the fire. The black silhouette that made Suluh shudder in horror.

He, by raising his hand at the boy, launched an immense force of fireballs that struck Suluh. The response he took shelter behind his hands as well as waking him up in a state of chaos. The young man's breathing faltered, his stomach bloated abnormally. With wide eyes trying to relax, Suluh sat on a soft red sofa.

He is currently in a back room full of mechanical equipment, illuminated by moonlight infiltrating from the sidelines of the roof of the house. Suluh took the round pocket watch on the table, decorated with beautiful silver motifs. He opened it slowly, showing at three in the morning. It's too early to do anything and too late to go back to sleep.

That incident, at least a week later experienced something similar and can always make him afraid. Not only because the figure is so real, but evidence that the vision is exactly the same as predicted by the book Bahari. The silhouette is certainly Mukhalis, humans who will be destined to meet with different understandings.

Time went by quickly and the sound of chickens beginning to crow, giving a hint of the sun would soon replace the throne. From the eastern horizon its light splits the ceiling, piercing through the multifaceted clouds. Forcing humans to move. For Padepokan Cenderawasih itself, the training material this time is different from yesterday. A subject that is highly anticipated Suluh.

Inner Level Science, receiving the natural element of Prana.

"Okay young people," exclaimed the man with long hair extending to his shoulders, watching the disciples sitting cross-legged before the eyes. "I am Master Mahendra who will guide you in the practice of feeling the power of Prana."

"Before that stage, what needs to be prepared is to clear the mind of all things. Including good and bad," said Mahendra passed by, walking next to the students. "Prana wouldn't be interested if you were still struggling with such things."

"Prana is formless and invisible, the element stands alone with the universe" continued the grandfather stopped right next to Satia. "Spiritual power can only be felt when the soul is clean from worldly essence."

"Let it all go," his glance shimmered in all directions, looking at his students. "That's the basic thing everyone wants to know about Prana. Breaking off anxiety and making peace with the situation."

"Therefore, the exercise this time you should be able to bury all matters relating to the heart" Master Mahendra went back to the front. "Give up all the flavors that make the heart not harmonious "

"Deliver all things related to the world."

The students sat down cross-legged, closing their eyes. Both hands are placed on both knees with the palms of the hands open upwards. They simultaneously obey the call of Master Mahendra, bulldozing misgivings. The children's facial water gradually looks radiant with time, starting to be able to make up for the situation that disturbs the soul.

While Sulah does not surf like the others. Difficulty in freeing the feeling lodged in the heart. That child alone had a lot of thoughts, restless with the future coming soon. Too worried about his life after this. On one side simultaneously, Suluh should be able to sense Prana, should be able to be strong. Inability to sterilize the milk will greatly inhibit it to a deeper level.

Mahendra's teacher, who stepped in to check on one of them, realized that something was wrong with the sweaty Suluh. The child was not relaxed, more frightened. The grandfather decided to approach, squabbling next to him which increasingly seemed that he was not okay. Suluh has a problem that is very difficult to release, the snort can feel just by paying attention.

"Ten," said Guru Mahendra meekly but still able to make the child imprisoned. "What is in your heart?"

The disciples instantly opened both eyelids, putting curiosity into what they were interacting with. The Savian right next to the squinting eye, the two eyebrows linked, looking at the Red Cross-goals. Never had he seen his friend give such an expression, as if he were being terrorized by something so terrible.

"I ... I saw Niskala, Master," the stingy Sulah could not yet relax. "I saw Niskala in the lake of fire."

Master Mahendra was not occasionally flinched, still in the same position staring deeply at the iris hazel Suluh. "Is there anything else besides that?"

The young man then nodded weakly, "A male silhouette, among the chaos that corrupts everything."

A few minutes after the grandfather kept directing the spotlight at Suluh, he stood up. "Ten, follow me and the others continue to meditate. My assistant will accompany you."

"Good, Teacher!" shouted all the students in the room compact.

While Suluh had to follow in which direction Master Mahendra passed, out of a different place than the others. It is located as ostracized, is very far from the school area and surrounded by lush forests whose leaves fall. At first glance it is similar to where Guru Madiarta is located. This time the atmosphere was different.

"When did you see that?" guru Mahendra said suddenly while walking.

"In my dream, Master," said Suluh still sounding trembling with a soft tone.

"First time?" said the grandfather was curious without stopping or looking back at him.

"It's been many times," Suluh said without hesitation.

"It will be difficult" Master Mahendra climbed step by step. "Your mind cannot focus on reading the things that await you."

"I don't want to assume any deeper" they went in a direction that went somewhere and gradually Suluh heard the flow of water. "But your dreams seem to give meaning."

"You who have trouble concentrating" Master Mahendra mowed down the bushes with his hands, and saw a river flowing down. "Then your Inner Level training should be different from others."

"You may be a little faster or too slow in feeling Prana" the grandfather stepped to the edge. "Depending on how much you're capable of dealing with problems, accept the fate imposed by you."

He turned to Master Mahendra. With two wrinkled eyes still casting the spotlight forward, he continued, "Because of you, me, and all of us sometimes living a life that doesn't match what we want. I didn't expect such conditions. However, if you accept sincerely and make peace with it, you will find the reason behind your life."

Suluh could say nothing but be stunned, piercing the child's heart deeply. Everything Master Mahendra said was not wrong, right on target. All this time Suluh continued to regret how he lived abnormally, tired of all the abuse and a great prophecy that burdened him. But at this moment, Sulah was reluctant to retreat and give up.

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