Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
35. Past Times

Savira jumped over some of the objects in front, past the unkempt slums. Occasionally breaking through people who do not immediately quickly step, through the current into the crowd of events in the village of Sinambu. Behind Savira in all black clothes was trailed by two men who looked the same, hurriedly following unwilling to lose direction.

The woman's shrewdness was extraordinary, her flexibility and acrobatic talent helped her climb the house on a flat pedestal. The two strong legs were fast-attached to the wall in turns, giving support and jumping until Savira's hands could reach the flat roof of the house. Reno and Riki fell silent down there, seemingly gawking at the thought of how they could do the same.

While Savira did not stop running, jumping one house to another without any obstacles at all. Until he suddenly stopped when he saw in the middle of the fountain all the cars gathered, bowing while looking at the goals. He didn't find Suluh, Intan, and Alan. Thinking maybe they can't get past those heroes and get captured. Savira stepped back, starting to approach the crowd from the precarious building that began to take the form of a mansard.

"Where are you guys?" savira said inwardly with a worried mimic.

Dahi Intan sweat, bamboo hat that protects it from the blazing sun does not give maximum results. Because he really didn't know what to do this time, got involved in the event. While the one hero sitting with him is gone, let Alan accompany him in the play. In the corners of the eye to see, they are greeted like famous figures, increasingly making the two people anxious.

Not only that, Suluh who decided not to interfere when he was in the village added to their problems. Savira's plan was screwed up, not knowing the draft proposal to be implemented afterwards. They are purely following the flow, waiting for time to be discovered. Alan turned his head towards Intan, trying to calm the heart that was beating faster than usual. All the wreaths that are in the mind to blur feel useless.

"Now what, Alan?" whisper the woman with a glance that moves everywhere.

"Rilex, we can't do anything right now" Alan said, forcing a smile as some people watched, acting as formal as possible. "Adapting is the main force of the moment until they find the heroes we are pursuing."

"You mean?" Intan was focused on Alan.

"You don't know that there's a hero who's always patrolling?" said the tanned-haired man. "When they find a victim, the situation will get out of control here."

"That's when we should make the best use of it to escape." Alan checked into the tail of the carriage, the direction it was going through was now covered with cheering men.

"Why ... Why doesn't Suluh want to help us?" Intan is still in shock because the traveler just abandoned them with a very serious problem.

"We can't force it, can we?" Alan cleared his breath. "We're too much trouble for someone we almost snatched away."

"For him to do this damned thing," Alan said. "It's too much if we demand more."

"But, Alan, if what we're doing is a mistake" Intan said, controlling the horse not to run. "Why haven't we noticed all this time?"

"When I see our people smiling happily, shed tears as we return with food," Intan said, staring at Alan who was watching. "Is that a bad thing?"

Alan was silent for a long time. "I don't think it's like that. In terms of survival, what is considered good and bad is just a grey matter."

"We are required to do something urgent to sustain their lives." The corners of Alan's lips cracked, trying to make the situation improve.

But not until they stopped at their destination, residents suddenly froze hearing sirens that were very loud. The heroes who were around suddenly drew their daggers, got off the carriage. Alan complied, doing the same. Because everyone felt anxiety about an impending problem, Savira who was already among the crowd did not waste the opportunity.

"It's time!" Alan quickly got back on the train. "Let's get out of here, Intan!"

By slamming the steering wheel, the woman whipped the horse and the carriage quickly sped. The hero who was at the gate was seen running to catch up, painstakingly breaking through the commotion that was happening. One of them shouted, "Stop them!"

While Reno and Riki were above the house, aiming for huge air balloons with arrows. As a result, the object is moving indeterminate direction increasingly makes the situation unfounded. Slowly down and bulldoze all that is ahead. Creatures who see it in the fog avoid, there are some who do not have to be willing to accept the impact. Shouts continued in various directions, while Intan and Alan fled.

Savira did not stop there, he violently seized the car with a carry of sea fish, had clashed with the warden who ended up stuck from the top of the pedati. The woman with the martial skill easily took over, sliding as fast as possible from there. However, he only realized that not only were they doing this, there were other groups interfering. The group was dressed in unkempt tangles, torn everywhere as well as a slightly strange behavior.

From the back of the brown clothes Savira knew who they were. The skulls with two simitar blades clashing against each other, and their distinctive box hats that give rise to past stories are recalled. Memories that are eager to be forgotten as well as burying identity in the ground. Not yet had he been about to get out of the vicious circle, the carriage that had been controlled by the group knew very well the face of Savira, one of them with a thick bewok smiling cynically. Jumping without a cue crashing right in the direction of Savira.

Savira deftly turned, but the burly man grabbed the corners of the train, upset the balance and collapsed a moment later. The horse groaned loudly when lying on the ground, Savira even circled on the muddy ground with conditions not okay, spilling all the contents of the food loaded. The black-haired woman turned her head, trying to stand as the man approached.

"Is that you, Savira?" she whispered a knotty smile. "What a coincidence, I'd really like to 'get to you' again."

"Why are you here, Sihan?" said Savira stammered trying hard to get up.

"What's? Missing a food festival like this? A great opportunity cannot be missed by my group, can't it?" The man named Sihan stretched his hand muscles, while turning his head several times. "You yourself came here with the same intention."

"It's been two years since you ran away from that brothel, I feel lost" Sihan joked as he spread his arms. "You're an amazing bitch."

Shortly before Sihan's hand grabbed Savira, the woman slyly somersaulted while giving a proper upward kick landing on Sihan's chin. The big, burly man only slightly flinched, his gaze turned violent but still had a chance to smile. He then exclaimed, "I love your courage and your stubbornness."

Sihan with uncontrollable lust grabbed Savira wildly, lashing out many times. However, Savira's talent in acrobatics helped him in dodging all attacks, briefly giving a kick that caused Sihan to take several steps back. Full of emotion and patience that eroded away, Sihan shouted, "Light of you!"

The man made a series of raids that did not hit Savira at all, but Savira could not keep retreating. Behind him was the boundary wall of a house that was not too high, due to Sihan's bogeman, he had to dodge by jumping, landing on top of the wall. That's when Savira's day of misfortune arrives. A few seconds passed after he stepped foot, Sihan brutally gave a swipe at the wall until it broke through. Fast forward to Savira.

The debris left Savira injured in parts, sprawled by the chaotic chunks of cream-colored walls that I messed up. In a large area like the roundabout, in the middle there is a beautiful fountain. Not as beautiful as the chaotic atmosphere does not care about anything but himself. With consciousness still remaining, Savira tried to stand up, stumbling along giving a gap between Sihan. But apparently, the woman's efforts were in vain when her legs were badly hit by debris. Can't hold the pain for longer.

"Honey, though I am satisfied with your service," Sihan's booth rested next to Savira, looking at the face of the lace that had many bruises and rips; violently strangling his neck. "But I think I should let you go."

Savira could not resist, Sihan's strong hand was completely beyond his power capacity which was already getting weak from lack of air intake. Slowly his sense of vision blurred, memory had crossed the head. The past is so humiliated.

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