Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
3. Mystery Prana

Reed was silent, his mind unable to digest the explanation that the man had thrown. Arnadi's smile never disappeared, hope clearly displayed behind his round glasses. He placed his right hand on the back of the bully child, leading him towards the sofa.

"You may not know how valuable you are" they carefully sat down, the red color of the chair was soft. "That's perfectly natural, most of them think so too."

The sound of tote shoes echoed in the room, greeted behind the door of a woman in neat clothes giving off an unheeded aura of luxury. He carried a tray on which were four old modeled cups with abstract motifs engraved beautifully, peddled on the table.

"Please drink," the soft voice sounded soothing, complemented by a sincere smile. "It's okay, you're safe here."

"Then, I get ready first," Arnadi looked at the woman who was about in her thirties, walking away leaving them in solitude.

"I'm Rahayu" he said, setting his sitting pose slightly leaning forward. "And you are?"

"Ten, ma'am," the boy was still nervous, stammering just to tell his identity.

Rahayu seemed to be chuckling, feeling strange when Suluh called out to her like that. "Ten, you have a good name."

The woman picked up a cup of tea that was still emitting smoke. "Fire that burns, light when it's pitch black."

For some reason he moved suddenly, approached Suluh and sat right next to her. "Here, I'm helping you drink."

The situation became very thrilling, especially Suluh who was still clumsy did not know what to do. He just sat down sweetly while looking down deeply, occasionally watching Rahayu beside him with a faint feeling. Moreover, their attitude that was too good made Suluh feel very troublesome to others.

"Your hands are still hard to move, aren't they?" exclaimed the woman poured out her warm lips.

Although Suluh in the bottom of her heart rejected Rahayu's offer, she could do nothing to hold the woman back. He drank it, it tasted like tea but was stronger, bitter, and slightly sour. The reflection of the child's expression turned wryly making Rahayu laugh, putting the cup back on the tray.

"I added a little herb in it," the delicate voice replied with a nod of the Reed. "To relieve the pain in your body."

"Thank you" the boy bowed many times, unable to repay their kindness.

The entrance opens showing Sekar carrying a small bag whose steps lead to them. It seemed to contain the necessary equipment, complete with an empty container for nothing. At the same time Arnadi returned with different clothes. A typical fashion mechanic who wants to do his job.

"All right, let's start," the big man sat down next to Suluh, picking up some tools preparing to dismantle the child's artificial arm.

The torch did not wriggle, allowing Arnadi to tinker with the metallic iron attached to his body. While Sekar looked around while taking notes, occasionally paying attention to Suluh along with his expression of curiosity. Rahayu also sat back in her chair with a henchman, not much to comment or make a sound. Just shut up occasionally drinking herbal tea.

Arnadi was a little overwhelmed even though he was fairly proficient in his field. Somehow it took him at least half an hour more just to open that layer of iron, releasing it from its mother. However, just behind the adhesive, Arnadi was much more surprised by the contents inside. There are lots of cable fibers everywhere, spreading out in all directions. The motif is strange and Arnadi immediately recognizes its usefulness.

"Ten," sweat sweat seeped from his forehead, flowing downwards. "Is this your nerve?"

The boy wondered, not understanding at all. "I don't know, Sir."

Arnadi froze in place with bulging eyes, gaping lips, shock with what he saw. For him, this was beyond his capacity. A professional mechanic seemed to have never even thought of it at all, and what sparked even more curiosity was how Suluh could operate the hassle. What fuel is used.

"Papa?" the worried soft voice of Sekar resuscitated Arnadi. He turned to his only child while stroking his hair, turning to the dumbfounded Rahayu.

Rahayu seemed to swallow the saliva several times and replied, "It's not wrong."

Somehow the brunettes tied to the konde knelt before Suluh. "Son, do you know anything about Prana?"

Suluh who heard it had been a moment, splashing a smoldering spirit. He nodded quickly and exclaimed, "I tried hard to be able to accept Prana."

The corners of Rahayu's lips twitched, a little skeptical, "Is Suluh sure?"

Suluh's bright face slowly faded, completely bewildered. "I mean Madam?"

"If you answer honestly, I'll tell you something" Rahayu said trying to convince the boy. "agreed?"

Suluh quickly assented, raising his head without a second thought.

Rahayu tightened the distance between them and then intensely asked, "How does it feel when you use these tools?"

The child with such a fleeting insight cannot express a comprehensive sentence. Difficulty finding words. Suluh had no idea what she was feeling when she moved that thing. It all felt natural, as if he had real hands and feet; like a human being in general. After a few minutes of silence, the black-haired boy made a sound.

"That .. it just happened," said Suluh staring at the woman in front of him. "When I want that device to work."

Rahayu threw a glance at her husband in turn, making sure that everything the child delivered was caught clearly by Arnadi. The two green irises turned back towards Suluh, giving her beautiful flagship smile.

"Ten, if you tell me that no human like you has been able to use artificial hands and feet smoothly without problems, would you believe it?"

The boy was wide-eyed, sculpting not responding to a word.

"There's a reason why people call you a special child" Rahayu's two hands now gently stroked Sulah's iron calf. "And those who envy you will continue to hate you."

"You don't feel Prana around you" continued the woman with a reassuring face. "That's probably because you've found it in you."

The Eyelids are wide open, the worst not to mention. He gulps down the spit-of-goals, then reveals his grunts, "Is it inside me ... is there Prana?"

"Most likely Prana plays an important role in helping you control these aids" she said. "Even so, without a proper plan it is impossible to do."

"Ten, was all this your father's?" now Arnadi throws in a question.

The child nodded faintly, still immersed in the minds of the quarreling each other. His feelings were mixed between joy and anxiety. On the one hand, he may have absorbed Prana and at that time, the atmosphere felt full of pressure; he could feel cold sweat pouring out behind his white clothes.

"We also do not know the extent of the power of Prana," said Rahayu by stretching her fingers to the cheeks of Suluh. "You don't have to worry. Everything's gonna be okay."

The woman seemed to be laughing at the contents of someone's mind, giving a touch that felt comfortable. Arnadi was now standing next to his wife with a suspicious look.

"I'm going to replace the outermost layer of your hand" exclaimed the man there was an intent behind it. "And can I meet your father?"