THE FIRE DRAGON WARRIOR
CH 1'S. The Deep Sadness

That afternoon, the sky revealed an orange color like it should be colored. The bright sky and the sun that shines without being covered by clouds add to the beauty of the time. Not so with this guy's condition. Nor is it so with his heart. The real young man is handsome, tall and has large bones in his body structure.

His face that was depressing a deep sadness covered all of his slap stature. Hasea was the name of the young man. The young man who walked straight after his grandmother's pusara. His only family left. The only person of value to him, the one who raised him after the death of his mother's father with his brothers who had preceded him to the journey to the afterlife.

Today is the day that Grandma of Hasea left him for all eternity. Together with some of Hariara's villagers, Hasea buried her aging grandmother at the end of her life. Disease of age is indeed the ark for him to the afterlife.

Actually, Hasea has been very fond of the departure of her grandmother, only when it crossed the days ahead that she would face with solitude made her heart again overwhelmed with sadness.

Not felt, Hasea finally arrived in front of the House that he had occupied for the past 15 years. Yes, since childhood Hasea was raised in a House that should be more worthy of a Hut than this House. Tepas neat walls and the roof of the roof of the roof is still well arranged to make the house worthy of occupancy. Plus some beautiful flowers in the yard slightly disguise the smallness of the building.

Hasea opened her house. Seeming silence greeted him, there was almost no sound there other than the faint sound of crickets heard from the courtyard of the house. Hasea stared at the seat in front of the Furnace, where her grandmother used to sit while occasionally fixing the firewood in the fireplace while cooking.

Without realizing it, tears were dripping from both sides of her eyeballs. Tears that describe deep sadness. The true grim cry of a young man. The silent cry. A cry that led him to dreamland. That young man

Early in the morning as in previous days Hasea woke up from his sleep. Nothing is different except the fact that he is now a kara. He opened a parcel of food on the table he received from a woman in his village who was given to him when the woman approached him the day before while offering her condolences . After washing his face and hands and feet with rain water in a large pitcher in his yard, hasea then headed to a table made of bamboo to fill his stomach.

Today Hasea does need extra energy to start a new journey in his life. Yes, he intended to leave Hariara village along with all the memories in it. The village he had lived in for 15 years was indeed no longer left anything for him.

The only thing that was able to make him survive in this village was the whereabouts of his grandmother first. But now it is gone, there is no more chapter that makes him have to survive in this village.

The village was not friendly to him. I don't know why, from childhood when he knew the world, he was always treated contemptuously in Hariara Village. People are always struggling with anything. An adult would always look down on him with a cynical look. Not infrequently people call it a carrier of pesky and doom.

Everyday Hasea always gets degrading treatment from the village community. If there is a person who deserves to be pinned a sign of heroic service for himself and his grandmother in the village, that person is Mr. Malawu the village head of Hariara. It was this man who hired Hasea's grandmother and herself daily in exchange for working in her fields.