Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
2. Rescuer

The noise of the event enlivened by the latest version of diesel vehicles makes the situation even more crowded, attracting people who are just passing by. As a result, all eyes are only focused to one point, leaving other places as if swallowed by Bentala. Including the slums that Suluh is now trying to get out, free from the social hell that has been experienced for years.

"You don't realize that your presence in the world is disastrous" the chairman said with a random brown wesket, unkempt and visibly dirty. "Your rotten tools have poisoned Prana!"

Suluh tried to stand up even though the artificial legs were slightly dislocated, she replied, "It makes no difference to you, Rehan."

"Hah," said the man chuckling, getting closer to the torpedoing torpedo to retreat. "True, thanks to your blind machines there's a human like me."

Rehan gave a hard kick towards Sulah who was fended off with his two iron hands. Even so, the child was unable to hold it, pushed a little further aggravating the condition of the tool. Rehan smiled cynically, knowing that something was wrong from Sulah's hand. He who was not satisfied, immediately trampled continuously towards Suluh.

While the poor boy could not do much except curl up behind his two hands in a defensive condition. Retreat was not possible because he was already in the corner of the hallway, falling between the garbage and muddy soil. Slowly the hand was immobilized, starting to plunge and smoke out from the cracks.

Seeing that, Rehan grew more and more enslaved. The priceless hatred gave satisfaction if he managed to damage the machine that was in Sulah's body. All the capabilities deployed, Prana helped strengthen Rehan's attack faster to make the metal feel like it will be destroyed. The loud noise caused by the object was still less noisy than those outside, long ago Sulah could not

withhold. The boy grew tired and chose to give up accepting all the attacks.

"That's them, sir!" His shout echoed, simultaneously diverting all human attention there.

The silhouette looked short, wearing a knee-length dress that was overtaken by several adults just as soon as it approached. Rehan was in a panic, his men were in a mess like rats trying to escape to hide. The blonde-haired young man did not think much about running away from Suluh, not caring about his existing subordinates who had been caught. One of them approached Suluh while the other one followed in the direction of Rehan's departure.

"Son, are you hurt?" The man realized that Suluh was a disabled child, he then turned his head, waving as if ordering his comrade closer. "Septian, come here!"

"What's wrong?" He is approaching.

"He needs you to fix his hands" said the thick-moustached man whose chest bore Andrian's name. "Did you bring your tools?"

"Ah shit, I left it at the base," said Septian patting his forehead aloud.

"Come on, at times like this you don't even bring it!" Andrian turned towards Suluh who was trying to stand up. "Son, I'm gonna find you a mechanic, while we're out of here."

Helped out of the slums, Suluh was greeted by dozens of gazing eyes that had previously enjoyed the exhibition. The gathering of city heroes raises the suspicion of local residents if there is a problem. The silhouette wearing the dress was blurred in front of Sulah. A young girl, looking the same age from the age of Suluh. Her brown ponytailed hair almost turned red when exposed to sunlight, suddenly approaching Suluh with an anxious-looking facial water.

"Wait!" The female intercept successfully made the heroes wonder. "Let me check it."

"Are you a mechanic?" sahut Septian quickly took issue with the identity of the boy.

"Why? Are you doubting my skills just because I was a kid?" upset the girl then turned to Suluh. "I, Sekar, am even more reliable than you, you know?"

"Then you sit here, son," Andrian said to help Suluh sit down. "Septian, bring your tools, quickly!"

Now their eyes meet. Her green iris was dazzling, her eyes twitching beautifully, barely able to turn away from her. The only thing that made the man realize was the question that came from Sekar. "What's your name?"

"Su-Senuh," whispered the Stenghold.

"Can I see your hand?" pinta Sekar who was met with a small nod from Suluh.

The iron looked gloomy, Sekar looked busy researching. He paced next to Suluh, as if knowing what to do to patch up the damage. Shortly after behind the crowd, appeared a puffer dressed fashionable man. A black suit, a box hat, and a golden pair of glasses that contained chains gave rise to a diffused intellectual aura.

"Strong!" The voice full of worry was a little hoarse, then hugged the child alone puppet. "Did something happen?"

"Master," Andrian said, preparing to explain the situation. "Your daughter has reported acts of violence. Thanks to him, we were able to save this child."

"How is he, my son?" asked the man to let Sekar explain in detail, the girl whispered.

While Suluh was silent there, still enduring the pain in her stomach that never subsided. Tears began to seep when he noticed his two hands were very messed up. Because the tools were the result of his father's hard work that was just destroyed. Not only that, clean white clothes from the stitches of his mother now look moist and tanned because it is smeared with dirt with an unpleasant odor.

"Son," the soft voice sounded from the mouth of the stocky man who was suddenly standing next to Suluh. "I am Arnadi, the mechanical expert who just launched a new diesel vehicle there."

Sulah did not respond, still lowered. The man named Arnadi then exclaimed, "I have tools that can repair the damage to your hands. You don't have to worry about anything else."

Reed occasionally turned to him, feeling that he had been troublesome, "But, Master, a-I ...."

Suddenly, the hand that could hardly be felt felt felt was pulled. True, Sekar unexpectedly clasped the hand of the wreckage of the torment, accompanied by a sweet smile that wiped out all suffering for a moment. "You can't resist!"

The children waltzed into the crowd, barging into the multi-storey house that looked big and charming. However, instead of passing through the front door, Sekar turned to the back which led them into a spacious room. The place there are various kinds of mechanical tools and other objects that are not known to Suluh.

"Follow me," said Sekar slowly stepping into the middle of the already available red sofa. "Sit down, I'll get you a drink."

Suluh tried to refuse but Sekar had disappeared somewhere. Sulah did not immediately obey the woman's will, he was too interested in the machines lying everywhere. The more he looked at something, he was awakened by the second floor which seemed to contain book cabinets. A library with elegant wooden interiors.

"Welcome, young man," the voice that resounded in the echoing momentarily made Sulah immediately turn around. Arnadi smiled then approached, "I'm sorry if it surprises you."

"You must be that special child" said Arnadi who was now right in front of Suluh. "As they say."

He suddenly meekly grasped the boy's two hands, "Ten, I've been waiting for this meeting for a long time."

"You brought a miracle like never before."