Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
27. The Forgotten Memory

The red-colored fruit with sticking feathers landed right in a rattan container carried by a small child. She looks sweet and cute, trying to put herself in when the rambutan fruit comes down from above. Keep looking at someone who is in one of the branches. With the agile action, the man had no trouble picking the fruits that had been cooked.

"How's it going in there?" exclaiming people who are moving places from one branch to another branch. "Did you manage to get everything?"

While the boy was trying to focus up there, occasionally the fruit did not get into the rattan so he had to pick it up from within the thick grass. He whined and said, "Dad ... Can I eat it?"

"Don't first," said the man picking several fruits at once. "We gather together and we enjoy together."

"Even just one item?" said the child who unconsciously wants to open the skin rambutan.

"Ten, this is a challenge that you must be able to complete, son." He was silent on top, looking over and over. "What if you manage to hold back, I'll let you eat ten?"

The reed that frowned as fast as lightning changed expression. "Is that true, Dad?"

"Sure, do you agree?" The man named Bara launched a rambutan right into the rattan container.

Sulah was fascinated with the accuracy of Bara then replied, "Yes, that's easy for me, Dad."

The sweet-fruited tree was gradually drained. The reed must back and forth empty the rattan to be reused, tying the stalk by stalk to separate. Reed flowered this time, he had exhausted four rambutans at once and was successful in obeying the ban. He who was busy eating noticed the man next door, putting the rambutan differently.

"What's this for, Dad?" The torch stood up and pulled a sprig full of red fruits.

"That's for our neighbor, son." The man did not turn his head, still struggling with the rambutan that had not been tied.

"Who? Is it Ratna's mother?" say Suluh a little unwilling.

"True," Bara's timpal turned to Suluh. "And, Suluh, please give it to him later."

The boy fell silent, putting the fruits back on the grass. "But, Dad, isn't she the woman who likes to reproach us?"

"Why should we give it?" Sulah continued while looking down. "Are there not many of our neighbors who do good?"

Bara choked, stop doing activities instantly. He then stood up, carrying the stalk of rambutan and stopped in front of Suluh. He insisted on trying to harmonize the body and exclaimed, "We mustn't behave like that."

"To give something, it's not nice to make sure he's a good human being or not." The man landed both hands on Suluh's shoulder. "Please of love in doing good is not allowed. Always do good to others without judging their ugliness, son."

"But, Father," sela Suluh was still not satisfied with Bara's response. "Why should we do that? Didn't he hurt us? Why don't we just pay back?"

Bara was silent, immeasurably the boy would say so. He sighed, smiling sincerely before saying, "That's because if we repay the bad with the bad, we won't meet a point of kindness."

Throwing eyes, unable to understand. "I don't understand."

"Alright," Bara chirped as he looked to the left, as if looking for something. "Western this fruit. If we give rotten fruit then given give rotten fruit similar, will we find a bright spot?"

The torch following his father's parable shook his head. Let Bara continue, "That's exactly right. That's how it's about."

"Well how do we find that point of goodness?" The man took a sprig of rambutan and placed it right between them. "It is by breaking the rope itself."

But, Dad, I can't take it all. I'm not gonna let them get away. Their infamy must be met with the same punishment. That is justice.

The sound of the cries of people who were stabbed without forgiveness filled the atmosphere of Baturia. Despite nothing against the heroes of Ganendra, the citizens continue to fight hard, suicide in order to maintain family and dignity. Jaali chuckled, enjoying the execution, feeling proud to do such a heinous, inhuman thing.

However, he is still not satisfied. He turned back to Sulah who looked down sluggishly, neither rebelling nor moving. A glimpse of disappointment imprinted on Jaali's face, the boy was eagerly awaited to prove all his strength but it turned out that he was not even fighting back. Surrender and accept defeat. The burly man approached, checking the state of the torch with a tap right in front of the eyes.

"Look at you, it looks like you want to catch up with them," joked Jaali laughing out loud, followed by the other heroes who were there. "Let me help you."

The burly man began to scold and beat up Reed mercilessly, starting from the stomach until the old face eventually melted down. Blood flowed profusely from the mouth and nose of the ill-fated child, still trembling. The loud pounding the longer makes the head of the Sting dizzy, his ears filled with a deafening humming sound, unwilling to stop or shrink the volume. His gaze began to blur, the longer it dimmed, dark and nothing seemed.

Steady, Suluh. Hang on for your sister, Sabrina, and for Sekar who waits for your salvation there.

Do you not live for those who love you? After you lost your parents, are you willing to lose them too?

Rise up, fight those who take away all the priceless treasures of your life. Reply to their deaths.

Hang them until they are not left, until they become ashes scattered in the air. They do not deserve forgiveness.

Somehow the air around Suluh heated up, the two heroes who blocked it could not hold back until they had to let go of the child. Jaali took a few steps back, unable to get close. Until he realized that Suluh was watching himself with piercing eyes, not distracted even a little. With a shout and a single bang, flames appeared around the torso of Suluh, radiating the burning of everything that was passed.

The fire was so fast that it could not be dodged by the heroes of Ganendra, swallowed by the fire. But Jaali jumped at that time, able to survive the blast that burned down the village. Shouts of misery rang out from his men, asking to be extinguished who had already burned their skins. Jaali was anxious this time, unable to make any meaningful effort because he was currently concentrating on the monster figure in front of his face.

For his Prana level, he was already able to sense the extremely terrifying Reed Prana. From those two wide-eyed eyes, Jaali witnessed something from within the tribe of Sulah. A monster, or something indescribable. Terrorizing the man to make his legs lethargic not wrinkled at all. The big-bodied muscular man is afraid not overbearing.

He was not even aware that Suluh had been right in front, several inches adrift with both artificial hands burning intensely. Just by approaching that body, Jaali grimaced with the unbearable heat. He foolishly tried to fight back, giving a raw bogeman that was certainly useless. In fact, he drew death itself.

Suluh held onto Jaali's right hand, spreading flames that crawled into her arms then onto her body. The man shouted out loud, unable to be released. Tears until dripping from Jaali, powerless to muffle the excruciating pain of burning the skin. His body blistered, melting slowly by continuing to groan as hard as possible begging to be stopped. But he's too late.

There is no forgiveness for those who took your life.

Those fast-running footsteps broke through the forest without stopping. The look of worry when he saw the great fire in the village of Baturia, Madiarta Guru quickly went down the mountain to make sure the only student was not okay. Soon, he froze in place, glaring with his mouth open at the entrance of the village.

The gate is composed of red bricks that have been half destroyed, in it it is even more sad. Almost every corner of the charred house was devoured by the red boy, even some of the place had become dust and flat with the ground. The slow-moving Madiarta found bodies strewn everywhere with blisters, even their skulls, until they were seen. At that moment he was flabbergasted by a man standing alone, in front of the boy was a pile of ashes and bones.

"ten?" madiarta exclaimed once, still not believing that it was her student.

Reed with a dazed mimic like just waking up suddenly turning to the darkness. "Gu-Teacher?"

"What's been going on here?" said the grandfather began to approach until finally faltered. Aware that the carcasses of the two lying humans were no stranger to him. "Could it?"

"Master Madiarta ...." The torch inexplicably suddenly collapsed, its eyes puffy and began to sob. "My parents are gone. They were killed by them. But after that I really didn't know until I realized that everything was gone."

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