Nurvati
Episode 178: Grasping the Wound of Powerlessness.
Every life is precious enough, or every life is precious, even if it is the life of a dog, Nurvati really understands it.
Therefore, in this Middle House, he was fighting, his sword slashing to the right and to the left, destroying every attacking tiger demon, because they deserved and should be killed. Their lives are precious enough to be wiped out, because if they are not finished off, they will take out innocent citizens.
Even if reality is pulled back, in fact, Nurvati on her way to Nerta, she has been struggling to save some residents who were cornered by demons.
'Shriing' 'Swrying' the sword swing from Nurvati was in rhythm with the fear of two little boys and a tiny baby figure behind him. Stand close to each other, hoping for anxiety. Because every life is precious, so there, on the streets of housing, Nurvati fought to protect their lives.
Some of these tiger demons tried to prey on a tiny baby from the two girls, because before, their mother was killed here and her body had been destroyed eaten by demons.
Up to together with one steady slash from Nurvati's sword, the 'Shrrriing' of three collapsed tiger demons bore dead, 'Bruk'. More than that, for some reason a second after, suddenly, a strange event befell the entire tiger demon. Absolutely everything, they stopped moving, neither running nor jumping anymore. Everything without exception, speechless as if forgetting how to move.
Nurvati with the other boys even had to be stunned by this sudden incident, not only that, the other Elves of Barata city stopped attacking in astonishment.
Before long, things got even stranger when the whole tiger demon suddenly shattered into dust, then blown away by the wind, they were swept away, fading in this reality. None of the demons were left behind, all of them disappearing with a gust of wind.
“Ngok ngok ngok ..” The white goose even became noisy by this strange situation.
The speculation that they were all destroyed by their mother country, the deer head demon was destroyed, so their obligation ended.
With the seconds racing to the minute, the sounds of the effects of the war have disappeared, the movements of the struggle for shelter have disappeared, because now all the tiger stealth on the ground in the city of Barata, has been destroyed all. Completely destroyed not a single strand of feathers. They no longer exist.
The situation in the city of Barata is now starting to be conducive, the members of the military, especially the Red Wing company began to spread back to patrol. Securing the current situation. Moreover, the medical team did not forget to launch.
On the peaceful streets, Nurvati knelt down to face two young boys. Because it's all over.
He revealed a calm smile full of cheer, to his two fingers holding the shoulder of the girl in front of him, as if transferring moral support to keep the boy strong to survive.
The girl who was holding the baby, which was holding her own sister, was crying with sadness.
“Hiks hhuuuu .. mama papa has died.. hiks,” complains green-eyed girl with sobbing.
Only this little girl was crying, while the other sister was just standing to her right without crying, but with a sad face. The rest of the baby did not even cry, staring at Nurvati's sweet romance so innocently.
Nurvati realized that she was their sister, she knew it because she heard their argument shortly before the mother died that hinted at a family status, so inevitably Nurvati could only say, “As a sister ... you will bear more weight the burden of your sisters' lives .. stop crying, hide your cries behind your sisters .. be strong, take care of your sisters ..”
In fact, the sentence to motivate the boy was even dismissed.
Then along with the whimper, Nurvati spontaneously rose to her feet, her green net looked at the sad face of the little sister, then looked at the baby who did not cry. He stared only to find out that they were doing well.
“Sorry, sister can not ...”
“Hiks .. hiks .. hhuuuunng ..” cried the green-eyed girl. Weeping over his helplessness and weeping over the fate of his orphan.
This in fact turns back the memory of Nurvati who both lost to her parents first, the pain of loss and fear facing the world. Making her face look serious and because it is impossible for her to be a mother, then out loud, Nurvati also said, “Quite! Now understand ... your mama has died and it is for the sake of protecting you ...”
“... so, it doesn't matter if you're a girl or not .. because your mama also protected you as a girl!” he added that he was straightforwardly trying to motivate or if he could arouse the heart of the little brother to stay strong.
But the little girl, the older sister, still bowed in her sobs, not so accepting of verbal motivational help from Nurvati, felt useless.
It's just that, there is enough to make Nurvati salute. The short-haired black sister, suddenly approached Nurvati, put on a confident look and even looked tough.
”It's okay Brother ...! My brother is a crybaby .. yes ... it's okay ... brother can go .. take it easy .. I will protect my brother and sister!“ his speech was so expressive full of confidence and sounded steady. Instead of being a weak sister, he was so optimistic that he was ready to bear every burden.
Nurvati smiled knowing the spirit argument, then retreated slowly with a meaningful look at the boy she was helping. Sometimes things are not as expected. Nurvati must go, however these children must be left, because out there, there is an important life to be achieved.
”If you are desperate .. aspire ... it sometimes distracts you to keep fighting in life,“ message Nurvati hope these children understand how important life and notabene remembered the late mother Falas.
”Thank you, Brother! Thank you!“ reply short-haired girl, even while bernamaskara as a form of appreciation.
'Wush' Nurvati also flapped her wings, flew towards Nerta, not to forget, the white goose was intending her again from behind.
Only the older sister remained in tears, a fool with Nurvati's argument, perhaps even more hopeful of death than Nurvati saved. It was seen from the attitude of him who even put the baby just like that on the road and deprok crying over the body of his mother who was no longer shaped.
Nurvati was forced to leave the orphans, because there was no way she would have to take care of them. After all, this Western country will protect orphans, it has become law. Except for those who are reluctant to be cared for by orphanages, such as Nurvati, it is mandatory to be cared for by relatives.
The air in Barata city still sends the scent of battle scars, the smell of fire, the smell of smoke to the burning flesh. The rest is a feeling of gratitude and grief that synergizes in the minds of every citizen.
Some of the injured communities began to be restored by some medical members, or if they could heal themselves.
During this quite impressive journey, reality presents how the performance of life transfers unspoken feelings; sadness. Children crying over the bodies of their parents, a woman whining for her lover, or even a sister sobbing to see her brother's body dead at the cost of her own life.
Nurvati was flying low, afraid that there were other citizens who needed her help. However, from here it all began, yes, the beginning of Nurvati's heart was hooked on the community environment. Bringing his wishful thinking to the meaning of life; helping others. If possible as Chairman Hamenka once said; learn everything from social life. Might as well.