The Eternal War Kasarewang
Harsa vs. The Big Brother (2)

“Sa!! Harsa!”

Harsa's eyes opened slowly. Darma's face was close on it. For the first time, Harsa noticed the wrinkle at the end of her mother's eyes. “Eng??”

“Build! It's seven o'clock!”

Harsa immediately sat up straight. His brain remembers the whole holiday event they had made last week. “Still, Ma. I didn't hear the alarm.”

Without waiting any more time, Harsa got ready. Out of the room, his father had woken up and was enjoying a cup of coffee. “Pagi. Wake up your sister, tuh.” Tell her.

Harsa's forehead is wrinkled. Ah, yes. Recalling the conversation last night, Harsa nodded without much complaining, but her steps came to a halt in front of the colorful mosaic door.

“Ehmm?” Harsa turned with a question mark filled expression at Erik. “How to do?”

“Log in. The mosaic box remains in situ means that the door of his portable apartment is not closed.”

Harsa is a bit hesitant with the instructions ‘just enter’. How'd that just go in? This was the first time he had seen a mosaic door that would somehow take him where. However, Harsa dismissed the questions in her head. He just tried to put his hand in the door of the colorful mosaic, then his leg, and his head.

It was like putting your head in the surface of the water and then coming out again. Of course, his body was not wet. When she opens her eyes, Harsa finds herself in a studio-type apartment. The room was clearly not part of his house.

On the left, there was a fireplace that was not lit. To his right, there was one small room that seemed to be a toilet. Going deeper, Harsa found her brother lying on the bed at the end of the spacious room.

Harsa's mouth opened, then closed again. How can there be this room in my house? “Build, Brother Adi. Already want to leave.”

Adi's arms that closed her eyes fell down. He woke up without spirit. “Come, you want to be locked here?” Call Adi to get Harsa out. His body was half out through the colorful mosaic door.

“How are your things?” harsa asked confused because Adi did not carry a single bag.

Adi pointed to the closet located in front of his mattress. “What are you saying? All my stuff is there. Quick exit.”

Harsa doesn't rattle, but she doesn't want to argue, so she follows Adi's wishes. Exiting through the colorful mosaic door, Harsa was back in her house's dining room. Adi picked up the agate ring he had put on the display table yesterday, waved his hand, then the colorful mosaic door disappeared from view.

“Yo, ready?” erik asked to look at Adi, but he looked dissatisfied. “Matau. Usually on the beach people do not use contact lens.”

True too, if Adi hair color can be accepted as hair that is painted following the style of punk, but no one has real eyes milky white.

This time it was Adi who sighed. Slowly, his eye color changed from milky white to light brown like father's eyes. His hair color turned dark black.  Not only did his appearance change, the usual mental pressure accompanying Adi's presence dimmed. “How?”

With Adi's shirt now in the form of a white shirt and knee-length shorts, he looked like an ordinary person. Erik gave the thumbs up a sign of approval.  “Good. Come on, everybody out of the house."

Harsa could not help but face her surprise. “How to do?”

Adi glanced at Harsa with a question mark. “You can't?”

The father answered Harsa's question. “We can change the original appearance to be human-like by pulling all our magic in. You can't do it yet because your Kai is still sealed.”

Harsa nodded. “So.” Harper looked at his own hand in amazement. He still could not imagine himself using magic anymore. “Last time my magic appeared, I almost burned my entire room.”

“Ya.” Erik said as he stuffed their belongings into the trunk of the car. He looked at Harsa with understanding for a moment. “It wasn't your fault.”

“Well, let's all get in the car. We leave.” Take Darma after making sure all their luggage is complete.

Little did Harsa remember this song. When he was a child, Erik tried to teach him some words and tones that blend into one foreign language. Yes, the language of the fairies, or rather, the language of Kasarewang. Language is very complicated because it combines tone and pronunciation to be able to use it. After a year of no progress, Harsa gave up learning the language of the Kasarewang. The remnants of his father's efforts in teaching Harsa the Kasarewang language bore little fruit this time. Increasingly focused and aware, Harsa was able to catch a few words in the conversation of her father and Adi.

“---- can't, ------ like this ----” Smiling Adi.

“----Harsa-----help-----can------” Reply Erik. “----------------------------------------------------------------------.”

“Harsa------.”

“Hm? Harsa you're done sleeping?” asked Erik awkwardly. “You have breakfast first?”

Adi poured out the bread that Darma bought yesterday morning. It seemed that the bread was part of Adi, but the proud man refused to eat human food.

Without caring for Adi or Erik, Harsa asked. “So again by what?” He was sure Adi and Erik were talking about him.

“You... don't understand?” adi asked, his face was shocked.

“I don't really understand Kasarewang.” Answer Harsa honestly.

Adi laughing. No, not a happy laugh or a loose laugh. This type of laughter is a satirical laughter that burns emotions. “Pa----------------------------?------------------------------------------!!” Adi again hummed at Erik.

Erik breathed. “It doesn't matter if he can't, Adi. He has tried his best.”

Harsa scowled the brown bread held by Adi. Maybe putting something in her stomach will help ease the emotions. “What’ anyway? Your Indonesian language is also not very good!” Assault Harsa full of defense. Indonesian Adi is rigid and sometimes sounds strange because Adi can not speak flat without tone.

“Bah. I'm better than you.” Adi offended. “You do not understand the language of your own people at all.”

“I can read Kasarewang language well!” Harsa is not lying. Reading in the English language is much easier than listening or speaking. Kasarewang language is based on a hundred basic words that can change shape according to the tone, rhythm, and key tone where the word is sung. It is easy to memorize basic words and change their meaning in written form, but in spoken form. “Kasarewang language is also impossible to use if you do not have perfect pitch!”

“Yes, if you can't, develop it. All a decade old Kasarewang can, really. You?” Adi shrugged his shoulders. “Pronounced name only I believe can not.”

“I can!” Harsa said it almost exploded. Harsa is not good at singing, but she is fully concentrated considering how her father pronounced the name ‘Harsa’ in Kasarewang.

One voice came out from Harsa's mouth, but instantly, Adi let out a laugh. “True joke.”

“What's ‘sih?” Darma, who had been sleeping quietly in the front seat of the car, woke up to the sound of their noise.

“Your name, ‘Harsa’, which is translated in Kasarewang language has the meaning ‘Happiness’, but if you sing it in an inappropriate tone, it will be ‘Lelucon’.” Adi is clearly full of satisfaction.

Harsa's face turned red and her blood rose to the top. He wants to retaliate but he can't. What is the fate of a sister?

“Already, already. Want a vacation even fight?” Erik said he was starting to get upset.

“All meals, let's not on by the way.” Darma Proposal. “Maybe the finished laper on cram.”

“Well, Harsa, eat your bread.” Erik said firmly. “And Adi, eat your mineral water."

Harsa chewed her bread in annoyance. He had thought that having an indifferent brother not coming home for seven years was sad, but now he was conscious. It's better if he doesn't come home at all. Harsa said inwardly. How can he enjoy this holiday?