WHITE DEVIL

54 Human Power

Somewhere far away. Darkness covered all sides. Various plants that grow complicate the space of movement. The lighting source is only from two lanterns whose light starts to dim.

Seen in a row of trees and wild plants two men of the same age who stepped while dispelling the dense forest.

Arif and Wira.

The two decided to pluck the Full Flower. This is not a simple decision, anything can happen.

In the midst of darkness, crossing this forest is very difficult. If the foot is not carefully stepped it could slip or stumble.

Not to mention the mystery that is always kept tight in the dark. No one knows what lies behind this darkness. When imagining an impromptu attack from Grinsekta or encountering a body that has been damaged, Arif's common sense is slightly disturbed.

This journey is not easy. A kind of inner pressure dominates the mental. A little careless, fear will prevail.

The hero walking in front kept away the wide leaves and twigs with both arms. While Arif who was behind continued to stare around vigilantly. He wished that no one would attack from behind the darkness.

“Arif, is Tein's senior sword still on you?” Ask the hero without stopping his steps or looking over.

“Ya, what's up?” Arif asked back.

“Always keep an eye around. Make sure your hands are ready to draw the sword. We don't know where the enemy is.” Speech Hero. His words sounded cool and threatening.

After bothering to penetrate the ledap forest both arrived at a roomy place. Look at the green grass.

The wind blew fiercely and coldly, the darkness blocking the long-distance view. Arif and Wira stopped there for a while, preparing to get the Full Flower.

The night breeze blew back, pounding the grass at foot-high.

“Ayo.” Said the Hero step first.

Arif follows with chest beating faster. His smile grew wider as the flower got closer to his grasp.

The two young men stopped back. From a distance saw a powder of light moving up into the sky. The scenery was incredible, the light was like a golden pillar.

Arif and Wira stopped the steps temporarily to pay attention to him. Unmistakably, the light came from the Full Flower that had bloomed.

Full blooming flowers will produce a light that is not too bright or too dim. In accordance with the measure and create its own beauty for those who see it. Arif remembered the words of Grandma Ni Minah.

The two of them immediately accelerated a step towards the basin of the growing Full Flower.

Not long ago the two got there. Arif pecked again. It's a really beautiful sight.

His body with golden light fused together. It feels warm and comfortable once then try to see the flower fields below. The flowers are blooming!

Blue petals with white patches. The patches appear to be glowing. Arif and Wira could not help his admiration. The two of them immediately descended, approaching the Full Flower.

From near the flower looks more beautiful. Arif touches the fin-shaped leaves. Feels warm and smooth. Arif try to smell the crown of flowers, it smells very fragrant. Slowly Arif started picking the flowers with a happy feeling.

“Wira how much have you got?” Arif asked while looking at him.

Arif was quite surprised because Wira instead pecked in a position to bend the knee. On his palm a Full Flower branch had been plucked. His face continued to stare at the flower, not distracted by anything. Arif could see there were tears melting in there.

There must be some emotions mixed in him. Looking at the story of the past, that was quite the reason why the Hero froze when he got the Full Flower. Wira has long since been hiding it.

Arif took a look. Not to disturb.

“Halo kak.”

Arif turned towards a familiar voice.

Between the rising light attacks, Arif saw a child who stepped closer to him. His feet stepped carefully so as not to step on the Full Flower. That cute smile he showed to Arif.

“Eh..... Na adi?”

“Iya.” Na adi then crouched down beside Arif while enjoying the beauty of the Full Flower.

“What is Na Adi doing here? Is Na adi following us? That's dangerous loh.” Mimik Arif looks worried.

“Next Na adi also want to see the blooming Full Flower.” Reply Na adi with a sour face.

“Ya important Na adi not why-napa.” Arif smiled, a smile that was reciprocated by a similar smile.

“Hei Brother Arif. How does sister feel to get the Full Flower.” Na adi asked as she plucked two stalks of Flowers.

“Very happy.” Say Arif with a sparkling face.

“With Full Flower, doctors can make medicine for grandma and Sheiny.” Arif. His body was then transfixed when he mentioned Sheiny's name.

On his head was the woman's smile, making a few moments Arif's face blushing.

Na adi smiled broadly in response to the happiness that flowed to her. “If Na adi herself, how?”

“I'm happy too. The blooming Full Flower is a moment I always look forward to, but there is something I like more than that.” Na Adi's reply made Arif curious.

Arif tried to guess in the heart.

“What is it?” Ask Arif.

Na Adi smiled broadly at Arif until she saw his white teeth. “The Heart of the Successor Die Hyang.” Girang reply.

A second Arif felt a powerful explosion within. When Die Hyang was called, Arif immediately felt bad.

A liver? What is meant is kindness, or really a heart that lies in the body. I don't know why Arif thought this way. The sudden panic made him unable to think clearly.

“What does Na adi mean?” Arif pretended not to know.

Na adi then stood up and stretched out the tanga, making Arif increasingly suspicious of the seven-year-old boy in front of him.

“I'm serious brother. What I want more is the Heart of the Successor Die Hyang, because with that heart then complete my entire plan.” As soon as the word was said Arif immediately jumped far back without caring about the Full Flower he was stepping on.

Arif immediately took out the blade of the sword from its sheath and pointed it at Na adi. Forehead wrinkled with tapered flow. Arif points out the threat through a sharp sword.

“Cause, Brother Arif. If brother does not fight Na adi promise will give death that is not painful.”

Arif was surprised. Her eyes widened. How could that sentence come out of a seven-year-old with a big smile. It was clear that in front of him this was not Na adi. Gigi Arif is fighting each other, angry.

“Who are you and where is Na adi!” Shouted Arif as loud as he could.

Arif immediately boarded pitam. Accompanied by Arif's screams, he delivered the sword blade to the neck of his enemy.

Fail. The attack was stopped easily. He held it with only one hand. His hands were bleeding because of that. Arif grimaced to see it. A few seconds he felt very guilty doing so, very visible from his frightened look.

“This body is indeed garbage. Even a small slash immediately hurt. This is what makes me never interested in you, man. Very suck.”

Na sister grasped even tighter, making her palm barely halved. Arif tried to pull, can't.

Two seconds later from the pores of Na Adi's skin appeared clumps of dark meat that enlarged like a balloon. The lump of meat then coils and goes around in circles. Attached, composed, fused, and gave birth to another terrifying figure.

“However, I am always surprised by your toughness.” Lanjuat Qocakau in a different form.

A tall manly figure. Arif's height is just his neck. He has crocodile eyeballs with pale gray skin. This incident made Arif's body relax, losing energy.

This is the Sun-Holding.

The main enemy of mankind.

Arif looked at him frozen.

Qocakau then squeezed the blade of the sword aimed at his neck, making the blade break like a twig.

Arif fell down because he was so shocked. Qocakau crouched down, bringing Arif's face closer with an evil smile. “How? Very strong is not.”

Arif's anger is back. With the broken blade, he swung back his sword as Qocakau caught his guard. Harder, stronger. Arif is risking on the attack this time.

Fail.

Arif stared in disbelief. Not even scratching. Qocakau skin is very hard. Arif added energy to his arm, free of charge did not produce anything.

Qocakau's left hand grabbed Arif's neck, strangling him while lifting him into the air. Arif has difficulty breathing. It hurts so bad. Spit Arif out of the mouth.

“But before you die.” Qocakau's right hand pointed at the Hero who was still focused on the Full Flower.

“Ja-ngan, to-long ja-ngan.” Said Arif broke to endure pain.

Qocakau dropped Arif into the weir then moved quickly towards the Hero. “Do not!”

“EMPIRA WATCH!”

BUM

Incredibly powerful punch made Wira bounce until her back hit the rocky edge, very hard. His body was slumped without energy. Head bowed without awareness. It was blood flowing from it.

Qocakau then faced Arif again. Stepping towards it, stepping on the blooming Full Flower. Arif is getting daunted, the inner turmoil is making him crazy. Arif continued to retreat by dragging his body on the ground while pointing at the sword whose blade was broken.

“Please don't kill me.” Arif was full of fear. His voice was very soft, defeated by a great fear. Her tears started to flow.

“Sorry only.” Qocakau raised his hand in front of Arif. The hand was preparing to pull out his internal organs. Arif's eyes tense. Death is clearly visible before the eyes.

“Then How is Sheiny? Sheiny doesn't want Arif to go.” That voice was in my head. Arif could see Sheiny's face flushed with tears.

“Mother is always watching you, Arif.” This time it was the smile of a mother that Arif saw. The smile that was always missed.

“Grandmother always deadens your return. Arif, Doctor Jago.” I saw a granny smiling with her toothless teeth. His voice sounded soft and warm.

“Always smile Arif even though the world is pouting at you.” Doctor's voice.

“Kakak always prays for your safety Arif. Keep fighting and don't give up.” Brother Haz's words sounded blazing. Rarely did Haz show his spirit.

This time Arif saw a red robe fluttering before him. There was the last figure standing gallantly before him. He turned his head, showing part of his face to Arif.

“Enjoyed. As I said before, the opponent you deserve to defeat is yourself. This time defeat your fears, Arif!” The burning words. Arif feels himself he's a great force.

Qocakau paused for a moment, noticing Arif's pocket burning green. He lowered his hand.

“One great. I can't believe that the Successor of Die Hyang is a man of white hair. How lucky I am today!” Girang Qocakau's.

Arif tried to stand with his legs still shaking. He raised the sword whose blade was broken. With all his strength left, Arif would risk it all.

“One great. A man like you deserves my praise. I thought you were just a weak human being who was such a coward.” Qocakau. Arif doesn't loosen the horses. His eyes stared intently at Qocakau.

“Sucks once. Your toughness really makes me sick.” Qocakau launched a punch that Arif could not see.

Luckily, the blade of his sword managed to hold back, making Arif thrown far away.

Arif wiped the injured body and stood back up. From a distance Qocakau gazed with a piled up annoyance.

Qocakau did his super move again. As yet Arif realized, Qocakau was already in front of him while launching a second punch.

Arif dodged, dear his left arm was exposed. It made a terrible sound and Arif was blown away until he rolled over on the field of the Full Flower. His sword also slipped out of his grasp. Thrown somewhere.

Arif tried to stand up, suddenly his left arm was hit with tremendous pain.

So sick Arif wants to scream as loud as possible. Eyes glazed. It's really amazing pain. His left arm was broken.

“There is no hope for you. Surrender.” Said Qocakau, arrogant.

Arif doesn't know what to do. Under these circumstances it was obvious that death would be his.

“At least I want to die proudly.” Arif muttered while raising his head towards Qocakau.

With all the courage he had, Arif forced a smile at the end of life.

Surely that made Qocakau grow irritated. His right hand was clenched, ready to finish off Arif in a single strike. “Go to hell.”

“Fourth blade. Charge Light Spiral.”

Qocakau jumped far away, the attack just now left his right arm full of wounds. The attack was like a row of swords scraping like the movement of a snake. Blood soaked Qocakau's right arm.

“Finally the hero came too.”

Arif could see the red robe fluttering back. He stood tall with all his coolness. The sword he had prepared to fulfill his duty.

In the sturdy horses the great figure spoke. “You have fought hard my friend. Now it's Faga dwi's turn to continue it.”