WHITE DEVIL

28 Back to the Field

“Try to see Arif.” Sheiny stuck out an open palm.

“This.” Arif handed over his homemade caping matting.

Two months have passed since Arif and Sheiny introduced themselves. It was not a long time, it felt like only yesterday the two knew each other.

Within two months, the two made great progress in terms of communicating. Arif was not as nervous as before, at least the nervousness in talking to Sheiny he could face. As for Sheiny, his progress even exceeded Arif.

Sheiny quickly adapts, Sheiny no longer considers Arif a stranger. Arif was amazed at her.

“There is a less tidy bond. Also here, something passed.” Sheiny flips the caping and then shows which parts need to be repaired. Arif watched while nodding in understanding.

In this case Sheiny is very thorough. His eyes are sensitive to small parts that seem to him less fit in the heart. Especially about weaving, Sheiny is more than just an expert. Levels are much different.

“Omong-by the way how about your Die Hyang?” Sheiny asked while confirming Arif's work.

“Still bad. In the first dance, there are still many movements that are not perfect. It turned out very difficult.”

“Dad was just like you. Dad used to tell me about his experience practicing Die Hyang with my grandfather. Very hard.” Sheiny then laughed short. Arif chimed in with his smile.

Brother Haz is the same.

“Hei Arif, I want to know your motivation for studying Die Hyang. Dad showed it to me once. It's a beautiful dance and it's hard, but why would you want to learn it? can't you just refuse it?”

Arif stared at the ceiling of the room while recalling the incident. “I thought that I would be great. In addition, Haz also looks happy when I want to learn it and this is the art of ancestral heritage. So the setting is a noble action.”

Sheiny smiled slightly. “Totally. It should be my responsibility even you who bear it. Please yes, Arif. I'm so grateful.”

Arif shook his head strongly then patted his flushed face with both palms. “Tida can-can-not be Arif. Calm down, set your breath.” Inner Arif.

“What's up?” Sheiny asked curiously.

“Nothing just....ha. Let's continue our work is still a lot.” Arif's sentence sounds problematic.

“Alright, let's get excited!” Shouting Sheiny.

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“Thank you a little wrist Arif.” Haz's sister raises Arif's wrist.

Practicing Die Hyang becomes Arif's new routine. Every morning and evening, Haz took a little time to train Die Hyang. Amid his busy work piling up, Kak Haz still took the time to train Die Hyang.

In this he is very persistent and serious.

“Your horses are less wide Arif.” Haz's brother corrected again. Arif immediately spread his horses.

“Segini.”

“Ya enough. Continue on next move.” Arif continued the next movement, which was a short jump.

Sweat falls, breathing is irregular, tired of curling up all over the body, and every movement is still in the category needs a lot of exercise. Broken and very stiff.

Even so, Arif could feel a great sensation within it. He can dance for a long time.

Brother Haz watched from the edge of the Altar of Meeting. The atmosphere and atmosphere here are more supportive than doing it in the yard. The wind blows more often, driving away the fatigue that comes. The floor is full of leaves makes the soles of the feet more comfortable when treading.

The sun was getting down, an afternoon orange glow enveloping the space. The old leaves fell in the wind. The combination makes the dance that Arif is doing more beautiful even though each movement is still very rigid and out of sync.

“Today is enough here only Arif.”

“Heh, it's done. This fast. I can still do it again, Sister Haz.”

“That's not the case, tomorrow we go to the village. So tonight I'm asking you to focus first on your conversation practice. Don't tell me you forgot.”

“Hehehe.” Arif scratched the back of his head that was not itchy.

“Prepare well. I'm sure tomorrow you'll get a lot of friends.”

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The weather is friendly, the sunlight is hotter today. The chirping of long-beaked birds rang out among the high branches. The sound of the insect casket also filled Arif's ears. Little distracting.

Arif looks to be blackening his hair in the front yard. Compound hair blackening artificial Haz in the form of a very thick liquid, the, like shampoo.The way of use is almost the same as with shampoo just not washed with water and after flattened Arif must bask in the sun.

“Avents Arif.” Haz appeared from behind him while carrying his wooden bag. A big bag. Arif looked at Brother Haz.

Arif then put the palm on his hair to check it is dry or not. “Already.” Reply Arif while moving from his sitting position.

“Come, get yourself ready soon.” Haz walked in front, Arif followed with his nervous tug. “I thought I could handle it.” Inner Arif. Arif's chest was pounding harder.

Market conditions are still the same as the last time Arif was there. Crowded, boisterous, sultry, and hot. People with a variety of needs pass by.

The stalls stand everywhere and limit the consumer's wiggle room. The buying and selling activity is spinning heavily. The market is always busy.

Seen men of stout stature with tight shirts standing on the periphery. They are the carriers of goods. Their muscles were really great, also the look in their eyes, was very threatening.

Arif caught a familiar figure among the big man. It was one of the boys he met in the field. Arif's feeling immediately flowered because it got the first target and was destroyed at the same time.

One of the burly men looked at him, his face horrible. Arif immediately threw away his face to avoid sight contact.

Haz's trade activities are running. Some buyers came forward, asking about the concoction and the potion he made. Convinced by Haz's explanation, the buyers give him.

“Do what you need to do Arif.” Said Haz next to him. Arif was just nodding, his head was thinking about many things like what he should say later.

“Come, because it immediately do, this time do not let anxiety beat you again.” Brother Haz pushed Arif who was pecking on the spot.

“Should be better than two months ago.” Sister Haz gave a thumbs up even though her words remained cold and less caring.

“Good, pray for me.” Arif immediately moved from his place. Fierce shoots began to grow at the bottom of his heart.

Arif ran through the crowd and got lost. The goal is that field. Maybe it's too early, maybe they didn't get together this afternoon, maybe they just stayed away from him after getting acquainted. What if my identity as a white-haired human is revealed?

All the possibilities were playing around in Arif's head.

But anyway, that remains a possibility. Not certainty. Those were the words of the silver-haired man.

Should, should, should this time be able to!

It turned out that Arif was very wrong about the possibility he made. They were all gathered in the field, a lot of them. Each other chasing the ball and kicking it towards the goal.

Seems pretty cool. Yet anxiety has mastered it again.

“Quiet, quiet, and quiet. There's nothing to worry about. A little courage and confidence until the end.” Arif echoed that motivation again.

Arif was really nervous, his legs kept shaking. The atmosphere here is very thick. Its alright. I've been practicing for two months. Time to show the results.

Arif tried to put on an excited smile.

“Aduh!” Arif slumped backwards. His face smelled a ball that shot rapidly towards him.

“Hey you're okay. Sorry it was unintentional.” One of them approached and extended a hand to Arif.

Arif then rubbed his face that felt hot. The kick made his nose nose nosebleed.

“Heh, you were the one yesterday. Uh...your name is Arif, right?”

One second Arif opened his memory. That's the boy of prayer. From his words and face, Arif considered him a friendly child.

Now time!

“Include my name Amar Fasih. You can call me eloquent. Greetings know.” Eloquent and Arif then shook hands.

“Im sorry my friend that yes.” Fluent rubbing the back of his head. Maybe that's the face of the thug.

“Ya is okay.” Arif replied in a high tone, overzealous.

“Hey you seem very excited huh. Come join, we are also short of one person.” Bring Fluent.

Oh how lucky I am. Inner Arif.

“Feasily, who is.” One of the men approached. His body was full of sweat and was also huge, bigger than Arif. Arif was a little worried.

Arif, Opponent!

“Oh, his name is Arif. He wants to join. We have an empty seat for him instead.”

“That's true, thank you. The match could finally draw.” Hearing that made Arif's heart bloom.

“Oh yes, introduce. My name is Faga Dwi. Just call me Faga. Greetings know.” Faga gave a smile and his right hand. His words sounded strong and sturdy, just like a leader.

“Arif.” Arif shakes hands with Faga.

The surprise wasn't over until there.

“Hei isn't that weirdo asking permission to make friends.” From the middle of the field, the tallest man approached.

“Ask permission to make friends?” The question is mutually exclusive. Chained to each other and made them all come closer to each other. They were curious about the child who asked permission to make friends.

In an instant Arif was immediately touched by everyone. Each of them became acquainted with Arif enthusiastically. This situation is completely unexpected. Arif's legs are shaking violently, the heart is racing. The chest is exploding. The unbearable leaflet.

This is how it feels to make so many friends. It was so nice to receive the greatest gift.

“A little courage and confidence until the end.” Grandma's words re-echoed in her head.

Unknowingly Arif said it too.

“What you said just now Arif. Looks like my ears are listening to a really cool word.” Faga.

Arif's lips suddenly cooled and froze. If this is the case, I cannot back down.

Arif never thought of doing this.

Arif then clenched his hands and raised them in the air while putting the coolest pose. “A little courage and confidence until the end.” His shouting.

His new friends laughed and applauded Arif. Arif's smile widened with ever more unstoppable pleasure.

“What are you from the human lineage of white hair, Arif.”The sentence that was able to kill him finally came off as well.