Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
6. Gurus

The sound of water that landed heavily colored the atmosphere when a child named Suluh was frozen on the rock. He sits cross-legged-meditating-trying back rituals that draw Pranic elements into the body. However, in his heart was still a tingling mess. Either he has received Prana or he has not.

The torch itself could not sense their existence, never interacting. He doesn't know what to do to prove, struggling with doubts. Moreover, the facts expressed by his father last night proved that the artificial object could not necessarily be operated without Prana.

After Arnadi and Sekar returned to the residence, that night they discussed what was told. Under the light of the lanterns, they enjoyed dinner without any stirring. The fish dishes of the honorable guest's love look tempting, appetizing. Especially with the mixture of sambal it can not relieve the gluttony of Sabrina.

"Sabrina, eat it slowly," the soft voice of Arumi was not heeded at all. "You can choke later."

"Mother! We rarely eat like this!" Something began to jump out of Sabrina's mouth that was still chewing while talking. "Mom's taste is the best!"

Arumi tried to calm her beloved daughter while Suluh just laughed gigglingly. But that is indisputable because they eat sea fish maybe once twice a year, the taste of unsurpassable deliciousness makes Sabrina lose control. The torch that made his throat tight could not resist, with a flash of eating the cooking in front.

"You are starving once" the lively lips of Bara watched her children. "Thank you to Mr. Arnadi."

Sabrina suddenly shouted, "Sister Sekar! Come here often!"

The whole house was made to look at Sabrina's hilarious behavior. Bara then exclaimed, "Their good has been too much, I can only repay that with a little knowledge."

"What is that, Dad?" suhut Suluh was curious as he swallowed the fish that was stacked with rice with a spoon.

"You know, if he's obsessed with your tools?" the word Bara was replied by a nod by Suluh. "Dad told me how to assemble it little by little."

The torch that was about to devour the food was snuffed out, putting it back on the plate. He remembered Rahayu's chat about his hand and feet would not work if there was no other factor. "Dad, I had a chance to talk to them, especially Sekar's mother."

The dining room was suddenly serious, everyone put their ears together to let Suluh finish the sentence. "He said that something helped me with these tools. Is that true?"

Bara gave a quick glance to Arumi who was both exchanging netra. His wife seemed to give the code, forcing Bara back to look at Sulah who was sitting in front of him. "Yes, it's most likely that way."

Reed snapped, eyelids wide open. "What ... what is Prana?"

The man did not reply, still wondering. "Dad still doesn't know."

"When you're two years old" Bara interrupted a little of the food on her plate. "Dad tried to make that thing and there was no satisfactory result."

"But, somehow, when I added the copper wires in your hand," the glare of the eye now fully looked towards Sulah. "The tool is moving. You're giving it an effect."

The young man was just silent, the originally tempting food could no longer attract the hunger of the torch. Bara again said, "Dad and mother do not think about the cause of what makes you successfully use the tool."

"We just know that you're an amazing kid." The smile that was on top of his lips grew a thin mustache.

"When it was Prana," Bara said, again eating his food. "Then you might have to find out the evidence for his existence?"

Hazel eyes are open, visible reflecting the environment around. The torch regulates the roar of breath, trying to concentrate. But just as he was about to meditate again, a voice out of who messed it all up. The young man hurriedly turned his head towards the old-looking human, carrying a rattan bag as well as a hook.

"What are you doing there?" grandpa was like a prick.

A reed of malice responded soberly, "Ah, I'm training, Cake."

"What kind of exercise is sitting around like that?" timpal the grandfather stepped to the river bank. "If you want to take a shower, don't stay here. Find somewhere else!"

"Oh?" He put the small chair and sat down, ready to fish with bait in the form of earthworms. "You mean Prana power?"

"Yes, Cake!" suhut Suluh who is still in place. "But .. I'm still not sure."

The grandfather looked over, aware that the boy was wearing a tool. "You don't know how to feel them, do you?"

Reed in shock, he stood up as fast as lightning. "How did Grandpa know?"

The old man threw the hook into a calm water, never turning to Suluh. "That's because Prana requires a centralized concentration."

"I don't understand, Cake," said Suluh, frowning. "I've tried all this time to concentrate as much as possible but nothing has worked."

"really?" the grandfather turned his head, the still charismatic glare of the eye pierced the iris of Suluh. "Why can you still move?"

Reed was frozen, completely lost and unable to understand. The old man then exclaimed, "Exclude all senses, including your access to the machines."

The prettiest reed, just digested the grandfather's intent. "But Cake, how do I do it?"

"What is Prana important to you?" he was still focused on Suluh, ignoring the hook that there were no victims.

The one who heard that was a little hurt. His hands clenched, his ambition burning instantly. "I want to go to school in Padepokan Cenderawasih and prove that I am not weak."

Looking at Suluh's serious gaze, the grandfather turned forward, taking a deep breath. "Receiving Prana is not crucial to be able to enter Cenderawasih. First, you must know martial arts."

Suluh began to suspect the identity of the grandfather. He knows too much about something even in the class of Cenderawasih College. "Who is Grandpa really?"

He was silent for a moment before opening his voice. "I've trained there."

Suluh heard rumors that had circulated that there was one of the talented elders who decided to leave Padepokan Cenderawasih due to an internal conflict. And from the old berewok so early it gives certainty of the characteristic features of the elders of Cenderawasih. The great man was before the eyes of Sulah.

"Is Grandpa Madiarta's Teacher?" the boy said he was trying to make sure.

There was no response from the grandfather, no chiming. Suluh jumped down from rock to rock, approaching Madiarta who was busy fixing the hook without a quarry. Unwittingly, Suluh bowed deeply, closing her eyes while making a request, "Teacher, please educate me!"

Madiarta fell silent, forcing Suluh to continue the sentence, "I don't want to be weak forever, I want to be able to fight! I can protect the people I love and those who have the same fate as me!"

"But" now the bow turns to rest, then prostrates with a sobbing. "To feel Prana alone I am incapable, there are no martial skills at all! How can my dream come true if I'm still weak like this?"

"I don't know how anymore, I've lost my way," the cry grew uncontrollable, desperate with all the effort put in. "Please, Master Madiarta, take me as your disciple."

The grandfather suddenly packed up, stepped a little then stopped right in front of Suluh. The pushy look looked down, feeling pity. "Stand!"

Hearing that Suluh rose up while wiping away the tears that were still seeping. Their gazes were now linked, Madiarta's black iris still seemed to shine with its prowess as if it was drugging Suluh at that time. The aura emitted still felt intimidating. Suluh was frightened.

"Create the heart and ambition that is burning in you" said Madiarta who stepped before Suluh. "Let's see how far you've got."

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