WHITE DEVIL

29 I Am a White Hair Man

“What are you from the human lineage of white hair, Arif.”

A grey shirt approached him. How could Arif forget that face.

Narrow eyes that can stab, a wound on the left eye, hair shave that is almost bald. He was the first to call Arif a freak.

The guy with the thugs.

His aura feels terrible. Cracked along with the exit of that sentence. Instantly, the atmosphere here seemed to overlap Arif hard. Blood flow seems to be about to explode due to the strength of the pressure felt.

The wind blew softly, shaking Arif's already blackened hair. “Mana maybe so. Look at my hair, black like this.” Said Arif trying as calmly as possible. Arif tried to put on a look of confusion, pretending not to know.

“Hey you're overdoing it.” She whispered to him. “Do not accuse me, I know you do not like them but stop your bad attitude. Suffice it to say weirdo.” Eloquent face look anxious after whispering the thing.

The crowd was silent for a few seconds. Each of us feels that there will be conflict coming.

“When adventuring with my father, I once stopped in a village.” The guy with the face of the thug told me.

“A beautiful village, rice fields everywhere. The residents were very friendly to us, only the two of us were warned to stay away from an old house. The reason for that was because inside the house was a white-haired human named Arif.”

It was as if a sword eye was sliding right in the middle of his chest. It pierced so deeply and brought with it a very intense pain. Arif's body shook violently. How'd he know?

“Quite-enough Wira, you don't have to tell it either. Forget about the white hair guy. You make this pleasant atmosphere tense.” Eloquently trying to cool the atmosphere.

Arif stared around in doubt and trembling. Arif felt the look in the eyes of his new friends as if starting to change.

Is that true Arif? Arif caught the question from Faga's gaze. He also looked after Wira, the guy with the look of a thug told me.

Arif gulps. Grief rained down on his heart like rain as the people he called friends began to gradually distance themselves.

“Say the truth Arif.” The hero can continue. His eyes pierced like a knife to Arif.

Arif grimaced, how is this?

If I doubt answer, they are suspicious. You need to stay calm and answer as best you can. Arif forced a smile.

Gawat, I don't know what to answer. What if they grow suspicious of my answer. What if they scoff at my answer. How...how.

This endless vortex of doubt and fear overshadowed Arif.

“Reply answer the cursed child.” Arif instantly closed his eyes and ears as the sentence hit his mind.

“Hei relax, Arif.” Arif felt both of his shoulders clapped quite loudly.

Arif looked up, there was Faga before him. He put on a look that was completely unexpected. A completely pure transverse smile, wide eyes that seemed to be able to smolder. Arif could feel the positive energy flowing from his palm.

There was not a hint of hatred lodged within him.

“Heh, Faga starts again.” Said one in the crowd of twelve.

“Our captain is indeed amazing.” Next to him chimed in with a small smile.

“Do not be afraid, do not hesitate. Tell us the truth. You have to be sure Arif, even though the world hates you, there will always be people who will accept you. As good as anything, someone must have done evil, as bad as anyone, must have done good. That's what I believe.” Faga's sentence seemed to be blazing.

“Answer honestly Arif. Never underestimate the strong bond of friendship.” Faga then retreated, giving Arif space to answer.

All the memories flowed profusely within Arif's head. Memories that limit him from friendship. Arif clenched his fingers until the stairs hurt.

“True, Wira's story is true.” Arif answered while bowed, something clear began to flow on his cheek.

“A....a..I am a white hair human. I blackened my hair because my white hair made me have to live a painful life. People call me a cursed child and a son of the devil. Bad luck bearer and bala.” I heard Arif at the end of his sentence.

“I want to have a lot of friends and do a lot of things together, even though I'm a white-haired human being. If one day I really bring reinforcements, you can punish me with anything. But...but..but.I beg you accept me.” Arif's sentence sounded very pitiful and without any self-respect.

Arif raised his face, venturing to check. His eyes suddenly grew in surprise.

“Already tightened do not underestimate the bond of friendship.” Faga. His face was still smiling.

Arif looked at his other friends. Instead of throwing a look of disdain or hate, they instead sympathized, giving a spirited smile.

Arif felt the chains that were holding his hands, feet, and neck began to break, fall, and perish.

“Enhance Arif. We're by your side.”

“Stupid thing about your white hair. We are friends forever.”

“Hey you stole my sentence.”

“What.”

“Already, you guys got into a fight at the wrong time.”

“Be proud of Arif, even though your white hair always hurts you. He's still a part of you and you have to admit it. Someday surely he will repay your kindness.” Faga said as he stood upright and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Gallant.

“Captain, your sentences are always cool yes.” Fluent commenting on Faga. “And hey what the fuck is that pose.”

“Couponthink this is cool.” Reply Faga. Everyone laughed too.

In the midst of laughter, Arif tried to put on a smile. This time it was not a fake smile but rather a completely pure smile.

“Now it's your turn Wira. Apologize to Arif.” Eloquently pushing the Hero in front of Arif.

The look on the face of the hero remains as before, without any guilt. A few seconds of his face revealed how hard it was for the Wira to apologize. You must be laughing to see it.

Her plume face was indeed not suitable for that.

“I'm sorry, Arif. My actions have been too late. May you forgive me for this sinful me.” The hero holds his head to Arif.

Wira looks even more funny when he says, “Pardon me this sinful.” The laughter grew louder .

One of the sahabtanya then slapped the back of the Hero hard, it made him upset and turned towards the cross section.

“Hehehe, I did not think a Hero would apologize.” Her speech. He had unknowingly just awakened the ferocious tiger.

“Shut up and just wait for my revenge.” Wira glared at the person who slapped his back. The atmosphere turned tense again. Lucky it was only a second.

Laughter filled the ceiling of the field.

Friendship, what do you think it means?

Surrounded by the best people, doing all kinds of fun things together, an indestructible bond and as beautiful as diamonds.

Everyone has their own definition of friendship.

Does friendship always have to be good?

No. gabe.

As would the natural Arif. Friendship requires conflict, shock, and cracks to prove how truly one is in a friendship.

Cross opinions or arguments even to the point of fighting. It's common in friendship, what's amazing is that when we get to a decisive point, we can say, “Thank you.” And “I forgive you.”

Oh how wonderful that friendship is.

Haz didn't need to come out from behind a tree to help Arif. From the edge of the field he sat down while covering his vision with his right arm. No one would realize that that day, the frozen-faced Haz finally re-developed a smile.