WHITE DEVIL

36 The Successor

The torches lit around the stage illuminated the silence there. Arif can't digest the situation in front of him. His body is still frozen.

His friends stared in disbelief. The scene ahead, who would have thought that it could be this way?

“There is a way to explain what happened.” Fluent says. No answer, everyone was silent. The spear-wielding man next to the three prostrated to Arif.

This position is very confusing. Why do they prostrate, humble themselves to a creature known for its misfortune and doom. Man white hair. Wh why?

Arif needs answers.

They kept bowing, long enough. In silence, silence, without moving a single moment, pure subjugation. Does it have anything to do with Die Hyang?

The thought flashed across Arif's head. Together with that, his body again collapsed without any consciousness remaining.

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“Arif, Arif, Arif.” A voice called from somewhere. A familiar voice. Mammy?

Arif opened his eyes slowly, his whole body felt very sore, achy, uncomfortable. Stiff and trembling. What the hell's going on?

“Arif is awake, Arif is awake.” Another voice. Arif knows her very well that's Faga's voice.

His five companions sat around him with anxious gazes. “D-where?” His voice sounded very tired. Sweat was still running down Arif's face.

“We're in one of those masked people's houses.” Explain it slowly. Arif tried to remember, his head hurt a lot. His memory has not recovered.

His friends helped Arif to sit down. Arif watched the room, a wooden ceiling with mixed walls of burnt earth. His weak eyes then glanced out the window, a lot of activity was going on there.

Slowly his memory returned.

“How about the show?” Arif asked.

“Great show, this tribe is very expert welcome guest.” The nutmeg answered.

Arif was confused by Pala's answer. He looked at the man for a moment. It wasn't me last night who danced Die Hyang. Inner Arif. “That show, the time you forgot. I dance on stage.” Risau Arif's.

Looking at each other does not understand. Their eyes looked withered. “Maybe you're too tired Arif, rest first. We'll come out so you can rest in total.” Bara. There was sadness in his words. The five one by one came out with concern for Arif's condition.

Arif bowed, disappointed. Is it all just a dream. Then what happened. Many asked who got his head in one second.

Arif didn't want to think about it, it hurt him. Arif chose to go back to sleep, to dreamland.

Time keeps turning. Arif continued to be on the bed until the afternoon. The orange light that pierced the house woke Arif up. By the time Arif opened his eyes in his can he found the dashing-faced woman sitting not far from him.

He wore a long black robe with an owl face mask over his forehead. He was preparing fruits for Arif.

Adrenaline immediately spurred. Arif immediately put on a wary eye to the woman.

“Sorry, I made Arif experience terrible things.” Said the woman formally. His tone sounded low to Arif. Arif was confused because of his words.

“Can explain what happened.” Pinta Arif's.

The woman finished her peeling activity and approached Arif. “I will answer the question more personally.”

Feminine fingers to touch Arif's forehead. Two seconds later came a blinding white light. The bodies of the two were wrapped in that light, warm and comfortable.

The scenery changed, a very large green field. The field did not see the edges. There were no plants other than grass as far as the eye could see but there was a sweet smell of flowers, strange.

Bright blue horizon painting of space. When Arif looked at the sky, it turned out that there was something unusual there.

A huge ball like the sun was glowing very brightly. The sunball was surrounded by smaller clear balls. The small balls have diverse trajectories with very large numbers.

The space is filled with these clear balls, moving and spinning without disturbing each other. The scene was like a group of fish swimming together. Marvelous.

Arif also found his body no longer hurt. He can move freely even run. Arif does not understand what happened, but it never hurts to enjoy the beauty first.

“Welcome to Dream Forest, Arif.” Arif looked at the woman. His eyes are full of questions.

“I will explain.” His speech remains formal.

“I will introduce myself first. My name is Krommas. Dream Goddess. As a human I am commonly called Vioala.” Arif is listening carefully.

“I am the daughter of the God of Destiny, Fatih. My job is to give dreams and fight the Dark Lord.” Viola let out a short breath.

“Dream Forest is the destination of many adventurers. Since hundreds of years ago, this forest has been visited by many great people. However, some of them also have evil intentions. Using the power of eight stone pillars for the benefit of unreasonable.” Arif nodded.

“For the sake of overcoming that, we do restrictions on the adventurers. As the Goddess of Dreams, I have the power to give dreams and through those dreams I select them. That's what I did to you, Arif.”

“So since we entered the forest, all of it is a dream.”

“Almost exactly, you guys have entered the dream since crossing that river.”

Arif was quite surprised to hear the truth.

In his head came another question.

“But why only I remember it all, why others don't.” Arif's face looked anxious.

“I deleted the dream from another.”

Arif stared around, remembering what question was nodding his mind.

“Then why did everyone prostrate when I danced Die Hyang.”

“To answer that question let me tell you a little story. Die Hyang is a sacred dance and belongs to the nine heavenly heirlooms. The God of Destiny outlined, in a thousand years there were only three people who could dance Die Hyang.”

“In addition, the God of Destiny also told me that there will come a time when someone who controls Die Hyang enters this land and this time his words have happened. That's who you are, Arif.” Arif held his breath when he heard it.

It sounds really great even though most of Arif doesn't understand it.

Something confusing returned across the head. Chosen universe?

“I was quite surprised because the one who received it from the human lineage was white hair. This never happened. But it has no effect at all. Now you are the Successor of Die Hyang, Arif. You will lay a new foundation for the world.”

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Viola led Arif to his friends. Seen there they were playing with the kids. Communication? Of course, using sign language. Funny when you do it.

“Halo Arif, how are you doing.” The first faga said hello. The voice is always strong and vibrant.

“Very well. I've returned prima.”

“You worried us, Arif. If you faint say it first.” Fluent kidding. All his friends laughed, except for the hero.

“Arif, let's join our game.” Bara Tawar.

Arif approached and noticed. “What are you guys doing?”

Starting from that question, Arif also joined the excitement to forget time.

The sun had set, the red horizon had disappeared with the coming of darkness. The moon began to look and sound the song of the forest.

Faga's hand was pulled by the village children enthusiastically. In an instant Faga already had a place in the hearts of those children. During that game, they must have thought Faga was a good sister.

Arif, Bara, Wira, Pala, and Eloquently followed from behind.

It's not just the kids that gather in that place. Everyone from the tribe gathered together and without wearing a wooden mask, it must have been an important event.

They sat around a large old stone. The stone is clean of moss and dirt. The residents take good care of him.

The stone surfaces are sculpted murals that are intricate and not so clear. Unreadable.

Everyone was talking there while sitting facing the stone. Arif and the others also took part there. They sit around children who are always crowded.

“Somebody can explain what we're going to be here.” Fluent to open topic.

“I thought of seeing something cool.” Answer Bara origin.

“Bara's right. We'll see how your wishes come true.” Answer Viola. Suddenly he stood beside them.

“Halo, guests. How is the welcome of the inhabitants.” Viola asked with a smile on his face.

“Very good. Very expert residents entertain guests.” Fluent answer.

“Thank you, I hope the residents can understand your praise. Fluent.”

“May I ask, what is meant by seeing a wish granted?” Turn to ask.

“Not that's your goal here. At eight points, the golden light fused, and the dream came true. I remember writing so.” Answer Viola.

“Please enjoy this dish.” Viola then advanced to the front of the mural stone. He started calling for a lot of things in front of everyone.

After Viola finished his words, he sat down before the rock. Silence long enough until a golden line of light came over the heads of the residents. Marvelous.

The appearance of the light line was followed by the appearance of the second, third, fourth and so on until the front. That line of light leads right to the bungal stone which makes the stone glow brightly.

Very bright and dazzling. Everyone closed their eyes.

Two seconds later, each eye opened and witnessed the most amazing thing in life.

Each of the bodies glowed, the ground they sat on grew a variety of beautiful flowers. Various colors and smells. Not enough, the slightly leafy trees became lush, even the dark horizon turned bright like daylight without heat.

The place seemed to have changed completely.

Everyone immediately woke up, enjoying the incredible beauty.

Every heart that feels it is calm and comfortable. Carve a smile on the face and soul is grateful. This happiness cannot be described through words. Only those who felt it immediately knew.

However, that happiness did not touch Arif. The happiness he had gained opened up old wounds. The biggest regret of his life.

“ Is There Arif? Why is your face moody.” Viola sat next to Arif.

“If there is a problem just say it. Anyone who sees this light deserves to be happy because happiness is the greatest desire of man.”

“A-I-I.”.Arif had trouble getting his words out.

“Tell me Arif.” Viola put on a warm smile.

“I want to meet, father and mother.” Said Arif in a soft voice.

“What can it do? I have no problem even through dreams. As long as I can meet, it's okay. Please, please.” Arif's tears almost melted. His voice is clear.

“Sorry Arif. But my power towards dreams is also limited. I can't match up with someone I've never seen. But as long as you have a memory of your father, I can still.” Answer Viola,.

Arif bowed, he also did not have any interest in father. “So it was my destiny not to meet my father.” Arif's tears perfectly soaked the ground below.

“Arif, did you bring the Hope Puck?” Viola asked. Arif just nodded.

“Can I borrow it?” Arif handed the green stone to Viola.

“Summing Arif.” Arif stared at Viola for a moment. Viola was seen clasping the Hope Puck tightly with her eyes closed.

Six seconds into doing that, Viola then returned the Hope Puck. Arif doesn't understand any of this. Viola smiled and passed from before Arif.

“Waaaaa.” Arif. Suddenly his body was lifted into the air. Arif looked over with tears flowing back. “Bapak-mom.”

Arif then dropped it off. Arif faced both of his parents with a bowed face. Arif is confused as to what to do.

Two of the noblest and most longed human beings were suddenly in his presence.

“Arif don't be sad. The ladies are here.” Said the House, Mr. Arif. Her voice was so beautiful in her son's ears. His smile, the wrinkles on his face, the hair that touched his shoulders.

Here's father.

Besides Wangsa, her mother also put on a smile that Arif could not forget. All efforts and efforts to raise Arif alone ringed in the head.

Arif immediately hugged his parents tightly, shedding all yearnings with tears.

His parents opened their arms wide, welcoming Arif with warmth. The little family was reunited.