Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
37. Life Change

Savira didn't reply still trying to digest things. The hazel-sliced highlight was centered on the occupied leather base, gently caressing. Feels smooth when stroking the skin, very comfortable when sleeping on it by pouring all the fatigue. The blanket that wrapped most of his body came from the same material, as it had been a continuous set.

"Where did you get all this?" Savira never once turned to Suluh who was busy heating the fish.

"That's from a person I know," said Suluh flipping through the puncture that was in both hands. "If you don't talk about firewood and this food."

The woman smiled faintly and said, "But why don't you continue your journey instead of bothering to help me?"

Reed was silent for a moment, the hollow gaze flabbergasted towards Savira. "The choice was given and I chose one."

Savira looked down, both hands wrapped in gauze tightly gripped the blanket. "But I'm a bad creature, you triggered the phrase yourself."

The sparks of the flames complemented the silence of the night, Suluh then exclaimed, "I'm sorry, I'm still too early to judge something."

"When Guru Madiarta always gave a strategy that we should not convict at will," said Suluh then stood up, carrying two fish pricks that look blackish approaching Savira. "Because we can't know the true intentions of the human heart and what they're working for."

Savira noticed the two eyes of the torch that were right under the moonlight, unable to continuously link up and took the fish. "Thank you."

"How are you doing?" The torch rests next to him, sitting cross-legged on the grass.

"Better than ever" Savira said as she tried to stretch out her hand. "Did you give me something?"

"Yes, a potion I'm good at." Reed reached into something from behind the clothes, seen a small bottle made of glass with a blackish color.

"It looks scary to consume," exclaimed Savira shudder, putting on a sour face. "It must have been amazing."

The ten chuckled pettyly then replied, "Bitter is irresistible, however, the efficacy cannot be underestimated."

"The sentence sounded familiar to my ears," Savira said pulling the corners of her lips that were now back together. "Isn't it from the Alchemy book from the Land of Heaven?"

"You know what?" The torment was a little jolted and astonished, immeasurably.

The black-haired woman nodded quickly, responding, "I love to read as a child, that book is my favorite."

"Similar to him" said Sulen, looking up, watching the sky which was polluted by the glittering stars. "I just keep on saying it."

"Is he the reason behind your traveler?" Savira turned his head, looking at Suluh who little by little digested the grilled fish.

"His name is Sekar, son of Mr. Arnadi." The man continued to eat, silent as he chewed. "They are my family's left."

Savira knitted her brows, feeling a little strange with what Sulah said. "Reserve?"

The young man dressed in all black smiled wryly. "I and Intan are from the same village, Baturia Village."

"Two years have passed, the memory of which I have not been able to accept sincerely." The torch reverses the partially depleted fish. Savira felt guilty asking.

"I'm sorry" whispered Savira, suddenly sad. "I heard a little bit from Alan that you were that special kid."

Reed was silent, not responding to anything to let Savira continue, "Special needs child with machines attached to his body. Is he really you?"

The man placed the depleted food on the grass, revealing a hand that simultaneously widened Savira's eyes. Not only that, without shame or discomfort, he pulled his sleeves so that it looked very clear a silvery artificial tool. "Does this convince you enough?"

Women with hair decomposed in black only beards gawking and then looking away. His voice turned soft as he whispered, "You must have gone through a lot of hardships."

It made Suluh turn to him, look at Savira. The girl was found shedding tears, trying to hold back from sobbing. "The world, why is it so cruel?"

"You already know my past from that delinquent, don't you, Suluh?" Savira continued, still choosing to hide the sadness. "I am not only a bad creature in your eyes, but a despicable creature!"

"I was raised without knowing my parents, nurtured by those I thought loved me but it wasn't," Savira began to choke. "They took me to that uncivilized filthy place! Without the self-esteem that's embedded in me."

"I don't want anyone, like an animal worth nothing. I'm even more shit than shit. Those who know my past see nothing more than material, nothing better than that."

"The bitch who is not to be pitied is even given sympathy. Just a mindless object of no meaning except a lustful gratifier!"

Savira quickly turned his head, staring at the iris hazel torch of Sulah deeply with a chaotic expression. Saddeningly. "Ten, during these two years, is my attempt to change my self-improvement still worth forgiving?"

The soft flowing river did not make any noise, the flames had already finished winding wildly calmed the atmosphere without any sound except Savira. Suluh felt touched, her heart beating faster in pain. She straightened her seat, rested next to Savira and gently stroked her hands together. The eyes of Sulah could not lie that he was teary, forcing a smile.

"The past is an afterthought, if you know that you must change in the future, then your efforts are not in vain." That robotic hand************* Savira's palm, presumably could make it better. "Repenting what we think is bad is a must and can be forgiven."

"I'm sure, your people do not think about your past at all," said Suluh continued with lips that are still open. "Because they know you now, not before."

Savira's cry grew louder and louder, unconsciously hugging Sulah tightly, drowning in the young man's arms. The torch did not react, splashing with the water that was about to seep out. Closing eyes many times then closed, dissolving in a moment that pierced the heart. All humans have a bad past between them in different situations. In each of these problems, they are given the opportunity to improve themselves and change in their own way.

Suluh and Savira spend the night in the middle of nowhere, not knowing the fate of colleagues involved in the act of robbing food. On the other hand, in the room that was only illuminated by the light from the oil lantern attached to the ceiling of the house, a group of people gathered standing up. Their stature was haughty and arrogant, some were folding their hands in the chest while listening to the lecture from the man who was in front there.

The blackish vest uniform was imprinted with a skull with two simitar blades, burly muscles penetrating the clothes he was wearing. The face with the angry expression scatters full of rough cries, until the veins of his neck are sticking out. The man was still upset that their plan had been ruined by Savira's group, moreover his defeat against Sulah and managed to escape from his clutches. He is none other than Sihan.

However, in the middle of his speech, one of his subordinates arrived next to Sihan and said, "Boss, Master Handoko is here."

Hearing that Sihan was silent, glancing seriously. "Let him come in."

The order was immediately executed by his subordinates, hurriedly stepping towards the outside of the room. The appearance of a man with wrinkles decorating his face after the door opened, his eyebrows were tightly linked, growing serious-looking wrinkles. The aura released poured out authority and decisiveness, removing the box hat so that the white hair that was shaved thin.

"News spread quickly to Sawarinda that Sinambu was in chaos," exclaimed Handoko, walking leisurely as he circulated a glance towards the group. "Did you know that your failure brought great loss to me?"

Without any fear at all, he approached Sihan followed by his two loyal heroes, wearing Niskala's signature uniform. The big-bodied man turned out to be the one who shrieked, his attitude turned into horror with a deep bow when the older man who was smaller than him was right in front of his eyes. Begging for forgiveness in a small voice, dispelling all the horrors Sihan relied on.

"I ask for forgiveness, Mr. Handoko," Sihan said. "Our plan was undermined by another group with the same goal."

"Who?" sahut Handoko got closer with a jerking voice.

"Master still remembers Savira? He seems to have his own people." Sihan had a chance to look towards Handoko's eyes that were staring sharply.

"Don't tell me you lost to that bitch!" Without warning and suddenly both irises of Handoko light up purplish, her handbooks wide open making Sihan convulse withstanding the pain. Although the right hand did not touch Sihan at all, however, the man felt that his neck was suffocating violently. Not struggling against high-level black magic.

"Ti-no Mister," Sihan groaned trying hard to hold on. "But there's someone else with the most terrible element of Prana."

Handoko fell silent trying to think about who the person meant. "Is he with that bitch?"

"Yes .. in-he is very strong, sir." Just then Handoko let go of her spell, leaving Sihan sprawled on the floor that none of her subordinates defended. "When I fought him, there were traits I remembered from him."

The man in his fifties was then focused on Sihan. Notice in detail what his accomplice will say. The big man knelt down and exclaimed, "He has an artificial hand."

At first glance Handoko's expression was surprised, opening her eyes wide. Of course as one of the Dukes of Padiluhur who ruled over several areas including the village of Sawarinda, this is a serious matter for his business. Especially the man Sihan told me was a familiar figure in Niskala.

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