Travel Stories
The Dawn of Understanding

The beam of sunlight that pierced through the sidelines of the canopy of leaves, slowly forced me to get up and release the dream world. I forced a crumbling body to sit down as memories began to give me information about my current whereabouts. Apparently last night, I had passed out before I could reach the door of the cottage and enter it, and apparently, the scary atmosphere last night was no longer visible in the middle of the sun this morning.

The cottage made of wood, although small, but strong and well-maintained, inhabits a field with hedges and shrubs. A large tree loomed beside him, providing protection from the sun and providing immeasurable comfort to the place, in addition to being home to several species of birds that I did not know at all what kind. A neatly cut expanse of grass covered some parts of the courtyard, including framing an open space in the shape of a rectangular square, in the middle of which was a stone with a flat surface. While the pool is clear, it is indeed a masterpiece of the perfect landscape, with the bottom of the pool covered with sand and white stone, with the edge of the pool is bounded with natural stone in its unbreakable form. A split bamboo pole, arranged in such a way and draining the pool water towards a small shower near the open space, led by, and it fell into a small upstream that flowed until it disappeared under the thicket.

Shit, do ghosts and spirits also arrange gardens and need a house??

Without being able to hold on, a small snort exploded in an amused wrap as the thought flashed.

Keep your mind, boy!

Shocked, I looked for his figure in vain, when understanding struck as fast as lightning on a rainy day. He speaks through my mind!

"Bro? You there?"

I tried to speak those words in my mind, and hoped in vain when the long pause floated.

"Arborist? You hear me?"

Ok, now I feel stupid. Apparently, if my mother was alive and was here, maybe she'd also have me embrace this new madness and call it grace too.

"*It's good to learn patience, boy..."

"I survived and haven't left here, precisely because of my patience, Lek. You, the stupid devil who brought me here, hurt me and nearly died, and then with what you did, put up a tattoo on some part of my body, and stopped without a word... and you're reckless to advise me to BE PATIENT??!"

I don't know where it came from, my anger roiled like a storm in the ocean. It is dark, cruel and uncontrollable. Breath rushes as the heart rate increases faster. The muscles in my body seemed to tighten in preparation for physical contact and it seemed, even I could feel the blood flow in the veins in the body moving in a real sigh...

"You know, Kay, this place is an imitation of a piece of land once endowed by the Creator?"

Eh?!

"I Am the Bearer of the Curse, Kay... A creature condemned by Him, to walk upon the earth of men..."

For a moment, the air was distorted. Like a ripple in a pool of calm water after a small pebble is thrown and disturb the smooth surface of the glass, in a beautiful colorful dressing that although faint, still fascinates my eyes. The demon gondrong appeared out of nothing, as if forcing its way through a thin but very strong veil that shaded where I stood.

"And as a bearer of the curse of the Almighty, it seems that you are adjusting well" I said fiercely as I stepped towards the edge of the cottage.

"My looks?"

"Jeans straigt belle with some artistic tearing, plain black t-shirt with body size, fitting stick to the body that looks like a young man who does not eat less... Sneaker-style young man, complete with accessories a variety of ethnic bracelets that make the clasp in your left hand it looks decent in the hands of any model." continued me again.

The young man seemed to look rather amused at hearing it and provocatively, raised both of his hands, noticed each part called and spun in place.

"Not to mention an above average face, with hair that looks fashionable and well-groomed like a human who goes to the salon every week for treatment worth hundreds of ribs..."

But the laughter cut my comment. Arborite was already lying on the ground and rolling over while holding her stomach with a loud reverberating laugh. His voice that usually seems indifferent turns out in the spontaneous laughter that he throws, causing a tingly that I can not explain where it came from. It was as if it gave rise to various cuteness in the world that I could not understand. Even for a moment, I thought the birds had fun with him.

"You're funny, Kay. I like it," he said in the rest of the laugh.

The arborite sat on the ground, clutching both hands on its relaxed bent legs in a shower of morning light with the breeze of the morning, the chirping of various birds and the small gurgling of the sound of a shower. It was like a painting of an angel in the work of an expert artist, trapping me in a beauty that had been away from my sight and mind.

"The world of man was still so simple when I left him and lived this 'curse', Kay" he said as he pulled out a flower of grass and put it in his mouth.

A thick tinge of bitter tones, pouring poison into the air, held back the ketus answer that had accumulated in my mouth.

"The mistake I must make by seeking and making sure those who cannot return to Him find their way. And hope, may He forgive me and let me go home at last..."

No doubt, despite the usual tone of speech, Arborite sounded so tired, old and drained by all the things he had to do.

"How long have you been like this?"

It's a strange question, but I can't help myself not asking it.

"I forgot... What is clear, many girls are still bare-chested." the gelapnya.

"But forget about me. Let's talk about you." he said again with a smile.

"You know what happened to me, Ar?"

"Yes. You are a lucky gibber." - his grunts, and with a frenzy, plucked the flower of grass in his mouth and **** as hard as he could and threw it away.

"I fasted mutih for 41 days, tapa pendem for 3 days weton, and starch geni just to master a little ability that you have."

Seeing it repeat like that, is indeed an irony. A spirit with great strength, has high abilities and (he said) has existed since there are still many girls who are still bare-chested (?!) it sulked over a stretch of grass in its fashionable clothes, grumbling and acting like a boy who failed to buy his favorite toy...

"You think I'M A JOKE??!"

Arborite wrath. It seemed that the thoughts raging about her had already brought up a smile on her lips without me noticing. And I can't deny, a very strong inner strength like whack. Pressing my body and making it unable to move with the power of a thousand people. Soaring in the perfection of his curves, his hair wobbles in angkara.

"Don't be a baper. I smiled because my own mind knew.." My great-granddaughter in a growing sense of intense.

"Ah, you useless cockroach" he said, turning his body away from me.

Quickly I stood up. It seems that this demon is unable to control his emotions.

"I'm sorry, not rude, but you said you wanted to teach me to use this power." I said softly.

Arborite looked like she was sighing when she heard me.

Ah, is she breathing too huh, my clunky thoughts again.

But if he can hear my thoughts, he doesn't seem to care.

"Get in the cabin, Kay. You'll find a thrower that contains a lot of things you should know. The writing will not be read by anyone else, but you will be able to read it. The key to the book has been stuck in your skin" he said flatly, without even trying to turn to look at me. His body stood staring into the distance behind me.

"Anu, Ar.."

"Shut your mouth. Come in and learn everything, then leave this place. Bring the ghost chick off the tracks. I'm tired of her crying." Cut it cold.

I sighed deeply as the light distortion began to churn and blurred the Arborite figure. I don't seem to have any other choice. Slowly, my steps moved and tried to strengthen my heart to face whatever came next. If whatever he says is true, I will take all the risks that come with this ability. I should be able to show my parents the way to go home...