Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
30. Adicita

It seemed that two people who were there were busy doing activities, filling the grave with soil. Under a shady tree on the hill where favorite Suluh threw a sigh, they buried the bodies of his parents there. Nurturing all the great hopes together with them, the world of the Red Devils collapsed instantly. He knelt between two mounds of earth, unable to hold back the tears that had been held back. Sobbing doesn't mind anything around.

Madiarta's teacher who accompanied her also calmed down, touching the shoulder of Sulah who was now prostrating with a body shaking violently. The two eyes of the grandfather came together, they are very good humans and are always routinely present in Padepokan Mawarblack just accompany the story. Filling an invaluable void. Especially when he saw that Suluh was falling apart, he knew very well it was like losing a very meaningful person.

"Create your heart, my son," said the grandfather softly, trying to pacify Sulah.

"Teacher" the boy chimed in between sobs. "My days are fucked!"

"I did not find the whereabouts of my brother and Mr. Arnadi's family," Suluh continued without budging a bit. "Now I've lost my parents!"

"It's all in just one day!" The voice of the Reed is like frustration, unable to accept a fate that has passed without compassion. "Why should it be this fast?"

"All advice can be taken, Suluh," exclaimed Guru Madiarta, looking up. "Everything we experience is something to make us better."

"The soul will always return to the 'State' where we all come from" the grandfather said, squeaking Sulah's shoulder. "It's like a stream that comes from the ocean and will always come back to it."

"Sadness is a form of human emotion that is not bad at all," added Guru Madiarta more and more fluid. "In addition, man may become a cruel and inhuman being."

"However, Suluh." The boy sat down, looking at the grandfather who was standing on the spot. "Don't until you're overpowered and melded with those emotions. He'll make you weak or lose control."

The grandfather with aging hair then plucked a blue flower from the wild grass, placing it on top of the flower. "Always remember to let go and hold back."

Reed suddenly remembered the phrase Sekar when they had four eyes on the balcony of Mr. Arnadi's house. The boy took a deep breath, trying to set the mood that was still being hit by the gray clouds. She stood up, giving flowers to her parents who were calm in nature. Although Suluh tried hard, the lips were still trembling, not yet strong enough to hold back the cry.

"I was entrusted with the mother's trust before I died" exclaimed the child in a hoarse voice while occasionally pulling the liquid that seeped in the sense of smell. "I must find my brother, Master, to ensure his safety."

"If it's not wrong, they offered me a vacation somewhere" the boy continued. "But I don't know where."

"When that's the case," said Guru Madiarta patting the hands of the land. "I'm sure he's staying in a town with them."

Sulah nodded anxiously. "I hope so."

"The main thing at the moment is to hide," said the grandfather still lowered his head, watching the tomb. "There's not much we can do. Sooner or later Ganendra's heroes will meet Niskala."

"But, Master, I cannot remain silent. I can't accept my parents sacrificing in vain." Reed glued his teeth, the artificial hand clenched tightly. "I must stop that man before he destroys Bentala!"

"I know, my disciple," cried Master Madiarta turning towards the boy. "But your ability is still not maxed out to fight them with a strength that is even equivalent to a Mystical Being."

"You need time" Madiarta's grandfather then turned around, watching the village that had been flattened to the ground. "And try to control your power."

Reed was silent, not struggling to accept the facts thrown by Guru Madiarta. The power that dwells in him is dangerous and terrible. If he is not able to control emotions as he has done against the heroes of Ganendra before, most likely he can harm the people closest to him. Simultaneously, extraordinary strength will lean more into damage, aggravating the heart until finally caught up with depravity.

The first thing the child must do is to purify the tribe and the mind in the head. The death of his parents still clings to the remnants of grudges, letting go is the only way that Suluh can be free from the impulse. However, it will not be easy, it takes greater intention and earnest effort. So Madiarta's grandfather began to give an adicita that would change the way Sulah looked at the world.

This adicita is the way humans see an evil that is experienced as irreversible. Death, disappointment, as well as things that are beyond human control, they must accept with great air. You must not scorn or shine your tongue. Choose peace rather than trouble when it can be worked out. Continuing to care for the heart to be always pure and holy, free from the dirt that poisons humans makes a rottenness.

"Because to continue doing good is a tremendous force" said Guru Madiarta who sat cross-legged on a rattan mattress. "The ability to resist evil is very difficult to do when you have nothing."

"Your heart will curse something that is beyond your will." The grandfather poured the drink from the teapot into both cups. "Questing justice is a yardstick from our own point of view."

"Didn't we always have a tendency to see things in one direction?" Madiarta's teacher looked thinner, the wrinkles on her face became more visible and began to drink the tea. "I've been educating you for two years, my student. You're a strong young man and you're able to control your emotions well."

"Now, I have a task for you" exclaimed Madiarta's grandfather, placing a bag of cloth containing coins in front of him, intending to give it all to Sulah. "All my knowledge has penetrated into you, there is nothing left of me. Go, get to know this world of Bentala that you live in. It is experience that is waiting for you."

Twenty wide, the sixteen-year-old boy changed a lot. His hair scoured until it had to be tied 'horse tail', the beautiful face was not lost from a more relaxed, controlled, and mature expression. He did not know what to reply, but this was Master Madiarta's decision and the task to be carried. To understand the world, we must look at the world while understanding its varied diversity.

"But, Master, what if they find you here?" said Suluh who worried about the situation of the grandfather.

"Then I will fight back when necessary" replied Master Madiarta with a smile. "You don't have to worry about me, my son, they won't move for a while."

Suluh looked down for a long time, thinking about all the consequences that existed. He then nodded, looked back at the grandfather before him and said, "Alright, Master. I'll stop by here when I get back to Niskala."

Madiarta smiled widely while taking a deep breath. "I'm okay alone. After all, I've been here for years and no one was there before you were present at the river."

"I saw a naive boy who worried about the world not accepting because he was weak" continued Guru Madiarta glanced at Suluh. "Now the boy grows up to be a young man who accepts himself without having to prove anything."

"Thank you, Master," the man bowed, prostrating for a moment. "And you, I won't make it this far."

"Bring this up for your family." Madiarta put that thing between them.

A torment, countless of grandfathers will bequeath valuable things to him. "This?"

"The heirloom of Keris Ratihramata" said Guru Madiarta introduced. "In it is a special power. Use it only in desperation, my son."

"May Prana always be with you."

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