Nurvati
Episode 39: Justice Triggers War.
Still dissolved in the grudge that is felt to be channeled, because revenge will lead to justice, and justice is the law. Nurvati saw no one else in the village, only the boy who was silent in bitter and the mother who was quite impressive trying to protect her child.
“You're a fairy race, right, what are you doing here?”
Fortunately for Nurvati, Barqo race language was able to understand Nurvati with his knowledge, so Nurvati replied, “Should I say once again ...? I want to uphold justice.”
And fortunately the mother understood the language of the Elves, so in the turmoil of vigilance the mother again said, “Go from here! The Elf Race has deviated from the truth! Feel the most holy! Go!”
She, the mother was just an ordinary woman trying to keep things peaceful, but she was the mother, instead criticizing the Elf race, until it triggered a tense atmosphere, which was very tense, and the boy just hid behind his mother's protection, that green netra, that bitter look and the grip of his hand on his mother's shirt in that daze was the trigger of Nurvati's heart to set, right, establish that they are suitable as a material enforcement of justice.
Clearly, Nurvati's right hand was directly stretched forward on the mother. This is the best path for Nurvati, but a danger for the mother. Realizing that, the mother's green netra was gagged, the two fists groaned, and suddenly, when silence became a bitter, bitter reality for the boy, but sweet according to Nurvati's perspective.
The mother had darted forward towards Nurvati, her intention was to stop Nurvati, but instead, it was the mother who was stopped, dashed her intention, dashed her, because Nurvati's right hand has shot a laser shot shades of green —mu Hikmah Cahaya— right towards the neck of the mother. And the sound of 'bruck' became a signal that the woman's body fell to the ground, lay helpless, and then just died.
The dramatic and heartbreaking incident triggered the child to scream sadness.
“MAMAAAAAAAA ..!”
Nurvati Bak has no heart —bak— Nurvati has closed her heart by vengeance. This for him is justice. And run the boy was driven psychologically in the event that cut his heart, not to forget also the blind who began to tear it accompanied his heart, a sign as his heart was hurt by this incident.
In front of Nurvati, in one meter, the plain-clothed boy; the golden t-shirt and shorts, on the ground, shook his right hand, hoping that the smile of the mother is still painted, or at least the mother is still able to stand as the woman she glorified as a mother.
The tense atmosphere became an air of sadness, but it was for the child, not for the Fairy; Nurvati, she remained relaxed and careful.
His concern continued to rise about the justice that began to be achieved, but Through the impressive scenery, Nurvati's consciousness felt beginning to be stunned, a little, only a little stunned, what justice is, what justice is, why achieving justice in his life now looks sad. But stupid with that, because achieving everything is sometimes tiring.
So proudly and confidently, Nurvati said, “Look at the boy, this is justice, because you feel what I feel!”
“What are you talking about?! What are you talking about?! I don't understand!”
It turned out that the child did not understand Nurvati's words, and made the atmosphere somewhat chaotic, but with this incident what can not be conveyed through words, will be achieved through experience, or feeling.
The silence around them had been extinguished, fulfilled by the whining of the boy to his mother. Yes, the tears that had shone in the green netra, have now fallen over his purplish cheeks, falling pitifully.
“Why did you kill my mother? Why was my mother killed? What's wrong?”
The innocent question of the boy was instead like slapping Nurvati's consciousness, like touching Nurvati's psyche, that something was wrong in upholding her justice. However, this was still justice for Nurvati, as the boy felt what Nurvati felt.
Even though he did not understand the Nurvati language, Nurvati still said, “Justice is to make you feel what I feel.”
”What are you saying, I don't understand!“
It sounded strange to the boy this time, he did not understand, but he asked.
So 'Out' the grown man bounced seven meters to the Southeast, knocking down one tree that hit his body. It was the Barqo race man, the horned man in golden clothes who decorated his body and his status here was reinforced by the boy's shout, that the adult man turned out to be his father.
”AYAAAAAAAH ..!“
Suddenly, the tense atmosphere again ensnared, it was thanks to the presence of the boy's father in question.
Nurvati fluttered towards the father who was struggling to get up, and again the father darted towards Nurvati, the boy's father even used his Lightning power from the fingers of his right hand that snatched towards Nurvati, 'ZRRRZZZRT', unfortunately, as fast as he could, Nurvati jumped up, spared a lightning strike, then in a blink of an eye, he descended back to the ground, until he was behind the father.
So the sound of 'Outside' is proof that the father was kicked by Nurvati from behind, attacked back, and crashed into a house, hit the floating house yard ground, then fell and fell on the ground. Injured.
Nurvati is grateful that she managed to find a parent who had a child, yes, even though the child was not a girl, but it was enough to uphold justice, the boy was still a boy.
”STOP ..!“
Sent by the boy who had stood in front of Nurvati, standing with his hands, as sein protect and expect the cessation of Nurvati's actions, he also stood his back to his father who was trying to rise.
”I DON'T UNDERSTAND BROTHER'S LANGUAGE! BUT I'M SURE YOU UNDERSTAND MY LANGUAGE!“
The dynamic outspoken statement was accompanied by the tears of a little boy who did not want his parents to suffer, he tried to protect his father even though he knew, that it was impossible to defeat the Fairy woman; Nurvati.
Nurvati was stingy, she was bubbling as a form of appreciation for the courage of the boy who blocked her or rather dared to protect his own parents.
”DON'T KILL MY FATHER! I DON'T WANT TO LIVE ALONE! NO ... I BEG ...“
After whining pleads, the boy finally cries as he pleases, it reinforces his argument that seems obligatory, his heart has been cut open, and remains standing within two meters in front of Nurvati while braiding.
”Hiks .. hiks .. hiks ....“
The wind that flowed gently with the boy's cry of sorrow, hit Nurvati, accompanied Nurvati's sting; did not give any comment, because his gaze was still fixed on the boy's father who was found to have risen to his feet, prepare to fight Nurvati.
No matter the tears that fall, no matter what the weak are fighting, for vengeance covers Nurvati's heart and mind, leading to what feels right, his right hand is stretched forward, and along with the father who began to dart forward, laser shades of green, shot from the palm of Nurvati's right hand, hit the wind, and hit the neck of the boy's father.
”JANGAAAAAAAN ..!“ the boy shouted as he turned his body back, trying to check on his father, or if he could protect him.
And it's too late. The boy's father had died lying low, and made the boy bear an orphan. Whether they were who, but Nurvati can make sure that they are farmers, can be seen from the land of plants that lie next to the house, maybe their home.
”Dad ... hiks hiks, hiks ...,“ whine the boy depresses right next to his father's body, weeping for his father's departure, weeping for his departure forever.
And that death has accompanied Nurvati's success in upholding justice.