WHITE DEVIL

27 Heavenly Dances

Afternoon blow over Arif's shoulder. In this vast room, he was preoccupied with something. An object was seen in his grasp.

Arif sat down and watched his mother's piece of Hope. Objects with shapes such as green-colored crystal fragments. Visible to light and very loud.

Ever since obtaining from his mother the Hope Puck has always been a curious invite for Arif. Starting from how his mother made it to how can objects like this can connect people alive and dead.

Then should the Hope Puck have magical powers, but why has nothing happened so far?

Arif has done a lot of things with that. Squeezed, affixed to the chest, in pairs on the ears, patting the Hope Puck which even made Arif's palm hurt, and so on.

Nothing happened.

Haz did not want to tell him what the piece of hope was. “I think it would be great if you exposed it yourself.” The answer, the annoying answer.

Arif switched to sleeping position, he still noticed the green object. Twirling around to see the various sides of the object in his fingers.

What exactly is this thing?

“May I feel that magical power?” Inner Arif. Every time he touched the Hope Puck, Arif was sure it was no ordinary thing.

“Mother.” Arif's eyes were wide with a sculpting body.

Just now, in a very fast split second Arif saw the threads of memory belonging to someone. A white-haired girl.

Could Hanah? Arif could not confirm it, his face was not clearly visible.

Arif immediately woke up from his position. The memories that had just opened made his entire body trembling, strange. His breathing also became irregular and his sweat began to show.

The sensation was like a body being forcefully pulled towards a very small hole. Totally uncomfortable, stomach taraduka-stirring and make want to vomit.

Arif held him back.

His mind was still thinking about the event. His head recorded some pictures there. With a blackish background a white-haired girl plays ball alone. There was nothing but him and the ball. To Arif himself, the picture looked pitiful.

“Arif.” The sound of the call brushed off his banquet. Arif looked at the source of the voice. “Iya.”

“Come, there's something I want to show you.” Haz said from outside the house.

Arif moved and placed the Hope Pieces in a safe place, in a box made by himself.

In the backyard, Haz and Grandma were spotted there. Grandma was smiling at the butterflies that stopped by her flower garden, while Haz was standing with her arms crossed in front of her chest. He's waiting for Arif.

“Follow me.” Haz said, as usual, he never explained where he was going. Arif followed him from behind.

“Don't go home too late huh.” Grandma's speech.

The two walked towards a place not so far from home. The place is a little roomy, equivalent to half a ball field with a fence of tall trees that surround.

Another unique thing is the presence of a thick leafy tree in the middle of the place. The tree was different from the surrounding trees, only twice as tall as Arif with unnaturally curved trunks and branches.

“This place is called Meeting Altar.” Haz began to explain. Arif still listened even though he did not understand where this conversation flow.

“It used to be very spacious and people from all over meet to present the grand art show.” Arif is increasingly confused there is a vocabulary that he does not understand in Haz's sentence.

“What art shows are done here.”

“Sort of artistry. All this was done for three days and three nights. My grandparents also took part in the show.” Arif listened carefully, despite his incomprehension Arif felt what he heard was a great thing.

“What shows did Kak Haz's grandparents give?”

“Kesenian Die Hyang.” Answer Haz. Confusion piled up in Arif's head.

“Die Hyang is forty-one dances collected into one. The dances are aimed here since hundreds of years ago.” Arif be-wah is amazed by Haz's explanation.

“For the sake of his survival Die Hyang, my family lowered the forty-one dances to the next generation, then it continues until now.” Arif felt like he knew where this conversation would lead to.

“For my family, Die Hyang is a sacred and sacred art. Anyone who is dancing it should not be disturbed and will get various glories. In addition, the dancer is also not just anyone, the dancer is people who have been considered able to lift the responsibility of Die Hyang and Arif is one of the chosen people.”

“I.” Arif made sure he didn't hear wrong.

“Ya Arif's. Don't think two months here you've never been noticed. I've always been watching you. In addition, the sport that I always ordered to do every morning to get your body used if one day you danced Die Hyang. And you graduated in both Arif.”

“But this is just my selfishness.” Arif did not understand Haz's words while Haz's face was slightly downcast. He seemed to be pondering something.

“Die Hyang I should have bequeathed to Sheiny but obviously it was impossible. That's why I'm looking for a successor and it falls on you Arif. You have the right to choose Arif. Don't choose because of the favor, I don't like that. Choose according to your heart.” Haz said at length. Rarely did Haz talk about anything at length unless it was something important.

“Please give me time to decidena.”

“Please. While deciding I will show you the first dance.”

Haz advanced near the densely leafy tree. Arif sat in place.

“Die Hyang, her first dance named Miracle of a Thousand Years.” Say Haz while putting up a prepared position. Ari looked carefully.

Haz clenched both fingers, blasting them beside the waist. The horses were strong then he made them. This dance seems like a martial art.

Haz then dragged the sole of his right foot on the ground, making the leaves fly. His right hand was stretched out, releasing an initial blow. Continued with the left hand swaying in the air. The movement was done with a slow tempo. Calm.

Movement after movement continues. The longer the complex and faster. Arif clucked in admiration. Justjust wonderful.

Along with the end of the dance, the sun was preparing for the contest. The day ended, changing with a new day and Arif, he had just chosen a great destiny in his life.

Tomorrow, Arif will realize that Die Hyang is the determinant of the fate of mankind.