Sahir Mirah Bengis Hatma System
Mirah Bengis Hatma | chapter 03

Hatma gritted her teeth as the memory of them came out, the thought of her brother disappearing just like that replaced by an overflowing anger like fire. He meant to utter a cruel word that would incur vengeance.

"It must go immediately rather than be swallowed by a brief anger which will be detrimental" his inner self.

He stomped on the ground to struggle upright resting on his feet, no longer folding his knees as a pedestal to stand on, unless he got up. Given that he was just silent and kneeling while looking at his legs, Hatma was determined to change with a hint of vengeance to those who bully him first.

After being thrown away from the field and landing in a pile of garbage, Hatma finally survived even though she vaguely met her siblings and bullies in front of her. At sight they saw a Hatma full of blood and wounds.

While Hatma began to rise, the helping hand of one of them was brushed aside by Hatma who was unwilling to accept help. Despite the fresh blood pouring out, his legs bleeding from his wet pants, Hatma did not care and continued to insist on walking towards his residence.

"The Lord should be dead, and where is the Twin's sword?" His mind looked at the waist there was only an empty dagger sheath.

Even the dagger of his father's legacy disappeared making his mind even more chaotic in the dizziness that attacked. Hatma staggered, and even more so many people watched her, most of them frightened and horrified her.

Hatma fell onto the road, her legs had reached the limit of widening the wound making the blood come out more and more. He leaned against the trash can on the street pavement, enduring the headache along with the wounds that seemed to be radiating all over his body.

...[.Optional tasks: asking for help]...

...[.Gift: Combat Cloak]...

"True," the inner Hatma encountered this task creating a feeling of resentment.

He knows that optional tasks are not a necessity. However, at the same time Hatma felt the task was important. He was now looking around, no one expected to be able to help at the current situation and situation.

If he screams for help directly, it will lead to observations that people will observe or record these events share on social media. Then, there will be some people who really care and help.

"Sir, sorry!" Call Hatma. After she turned her head, Hatma asked, "can you please not?"

The man who happened to pass by this once turned his head and found Hatma, he immediately rushed to lift his legs in cold sweat. Hatma did not want to go back, asking for help without any action like before. He's looking for the right target again.

"Sorry sir!" Call Hatma.

"God! Why you deck?" This man immediately began to respond heeding Hatma. He put his phone in his pocket and kept his bag.

Hatma unceremoniously asked this man for help, the bespectacled man stopped a taxi driving Hatma to his house. On the way to Hatma's residence, Hatma was shot by various questions that had been naturally asked.

...[.The Combat Cloak is obtained!]...

...[.Obligatory duty: rest for a week]...

...[.Punishment if it fails: death]...

The look on Hatma's face mumbled as if she had found a terrible ghost, as long as this man talked through his cellphone. Hatma felt an excruciating pain in both of her legs. His pain was like forcing him to moan in pain.

"A little while Silvi, I hung up the phone.." the man beside Hatma asked, "are you really okay? Better take you to the hospital!"

"No, don't bother.."

...***...

At that time, Hatma wondered to herself the reason her two biological parents smiled at the caretaker of the orphanage. Then it just disappeared, a 5-year-old child was destroyed and the curse was rooted in his heart and expression.

"Sister Hatma?"

"I'm your brother you know. Look..this is a photo of your father and sister together." he said while showing a piece of photo to Hatma.

First Hatma holds the warm hands of her family, where have you been all this time? It was one of the many questions that kept circling his head. When the two of them arrived at this place called 'house' Hatma did not think so about this building.

Hatma entered side by side with an older brother who was grinning widely, this dilapidated house that almost collapsed made Hatma so very very very very scared. His sister dumped him in the room alone.

"Sister! Brother! Open it!"

Hatma banged on the door screaming and calling her brother, giving up and lying on a hard wooden bed. Suddenly the creaking sound of the old hinges was heard Hatma, Hatma instead of being happy with the arrival of her brother, even frightened.

In the hands of his brother there is a tool to cut wood, thin sharp iron sharp teeth this makes his sister scream in pain. Damaging Hatma from all directions without exception.

"Ayahanda and mother are fools, sister is a source of infinite magic energy! What a fool the two colots throw away .. beloved sister.."

"Sister? What do you want to do with Hatma?"

"Now!!" Shouted Hatma opened her eyelids wide. This man hunts his breath after falling asleep in a sweet and torturous dream.

The Hatma drifted in various directions with cold sweat tasting from the forehead, drenching all over its body. He stroked his chest trying for calm to come to him. While trying to calm down, the sound of footsteps sounded Hatma.

He came to Hatma, Hatma without thinking clearly took a dagger on the table and stabbed him when they were close together. The white-robed man embraces Hatma into a crib, while Hatma stabs her back brutally.

"This is your home, your rights are yours!" This male whisper that covered his face.

As he whispered to Hatma, the knock on this door interfered. After hearing this man's whisper, Hatma immediately fell asleep again and fell asleep again in her sleep. While this cloaked man looked at his blood on the floor.

The door opened slowly, a girl came inside to find the teenage boy sleeping. The aunt entered the room and saw that Hatma was asleep, accompanied by a girl who again touched Hatma's cheek with an anxious expression.

"If she wakes up, tell her to eat and go to the living room." said the aunt.

"No need, in the end it was the accident that Hatma did. He had no intention of admitting it!" the girl defended Hatma.

Aunty took a breath, then, closed the door tightly after saying that. Meanwhile, Hatma slowly opened her eyelids that had been clenched for a long time, this girl as soon as Hatma was about to wake up, as a person who was impatiently waiting for the flowers to bloom.

The newly awakened Hatma, vaguely less clearly seeing this girl as her brother and switched to a sitting position. Immediately she hugged the girl in front of her, making this woman blush red in embarrassment realizing both arms of Hatma were embracing her, making her cheeks heat up due to embarrassment.

"W-Why are you Hatma? we're getting married, you know."

"Sister. Sis Nothing if you want Hatma's blood, but don't go far anymore." he said slowly. At once this girl widened her eyes to hear Hatma's words just now very clearly, completely without any mistake at all.