WHITE DEVIL

61 A person who captivates the heart

The morning is still bright. Cold air pierces the skin.

Carefully Arif set foot on the descending path. Without lighting with the streets slightly rocky and slippery, this is quite dangerous.

Arif's eyes continue to pay attention to his steps in a dim light, as much as possible to anticipate themselves so as not to slip.

Arif this time brought a bag of dirty clothes. This is his routine every morning, washing clothes in the river.

The river is quite far from Kak Haz's residence. Arif needs to walk through the residential area and into the forest to reach it.

Arif put a basket filled with dirty clothes next to him. Carefully Arif began to step into the river whose banks were full of stones. The river is not so big and flows quietly.

The sound of currents mixed with the sounds of insects in the forest, it was perfect to fill the silence of dawn.

Arif took some clothes and then piled them on a stone. There are usually some women who wash clothes here, but this time only Arif is there.

One of the clothes he picked up and began to soak it several times in the clear watering river. Arif rubbed it several times and then sprinkled soap made by Kak Haz. Flatten it then soak it and rub it a few more times.

Arif used to be very difficult in doing the thing called washing clothes. Of all the homework, this work is the hardest for him.

Arif is always wrong in positioning the right and left hands when rubbing. Never also his laundry clothes almost carried away by the current until lost because of forgetting where to put it. Funny experience for him.

Fortunately, Grandma taught a lot, through a lot of practice and seeing, Arif can do this job better.

Washing is a job that requires a lot of energy. Every time you rub your shirt while squatting always burdens your arms and back. It makes both of them feel sore before this job is done.

Not to mention if there is an unwanted thing like clean clothes falling on the road, drifting in the river, until when the sun is even wet because of the rain.

A job that cannot be underestimated.

Arif finished the piece of clothing when the sun was seen. A warm light shone through the branches and crevices of the forest. Coupled with the whistling of the wind, the two were a pleasant combination.

Arif smiled broadly. Welcoming a new day with enthusiasm.

Arriving home, Arif can see how Sheiny learned to walk. Her father held her wrist, and Sheiny tried to tread with caution.

Arif went to the house to hang clothes. There are several rope threads that are linked from the precariousness of the house to the trunks of trees. Those ropes are where they hang clothes.

Saru wet clothes began to move from the rattan basket to the clothesline.

Arif wipes the sweaty temples, the sunning work is done. Now it's time to sweep the house.

Arif took a broom located in the kitchen and began sweeping from the front porch to the back porch of the house.

It didn't take long to sweep, the rations were also only first floor. The second floor is Haz's duty.

After that, Arif had a few moments to rest before continuing his next job, namely Die Hyang training.

Meanwhile, Sister Haz is going to the city to sell drugs and Sheiny is in her room to paddle and read her father's books. It was his new hobby.

Sweat running down the neck. A body that feels arrow and tired. This was a sensation when practicing Die Hyang.

On the front page, Arif performs the dance. The leaves fell in the refreshing wind, the leaves seemed to dance with Arif. Sheiny watched him without Arif knowing.

Arif makes a straight forward hitting motion. Then lift one of the legs and jump up while turning the body in the air. Land on the ground in a low body position, followed by standing and entering the next dance.

Arif raised his right hand, straight up into the sky, then slowly lowered it while lowering his body. Continued with a sudden movement that is a horizontal punch to the right in the position of low horses.

His left hand then positioned in a position to make a shield. In the next second, his right leg raised to the left, sending a vertical kick with a high fore.

Rather than calling it a dance, Die Hyang looked more like a martial movement. Arif doesn't know the reason, neither does Brother Haz.

The most important thing, though, is to break it.

Arif is trying his best to master it. Memorizing the tempo on each of his movements without anything to be left behind. Repeating by trying to make sense of every move. That's hard and challenging.

His breathing was heavy, his body was getting tired, and Arif tetao continued.

He remembered very well what the Dream Goddess had told him. “In a thousand years, the God of Destiny outlined, there will only be three Successors of Die Hyang.”

Arif wants to get into the three people. Whether what benefits will be obtained, for Arif personally it is a form of pride in itself.

“Then from that I have to try hard.” Arif raised his heart while resting on the porch of the house.

Tired today is for success someday.

When he was about to rise, Arif found a piece of paper overlaid with gravel. Does Brother Haz want to say hello to a message?

It turns out there are two. Arif opened one by one.

“Today I'll be home late. Please take care of Sheiny. Lunch is provided.” That's a message from Haz. Really short.

Arif opened the next letter. It also contains only a few lines of sentences.

“Sheiny noticed you. Spirit yes.”

Arif's face was red. Both of his cheeks were warm. It was the first time a woman had ever written to him and it was the woman that Arif put his heart on.

Arif is holding his chest, there's a loud gnaw there. Body down. For a while, he lost strength in his hands and feet.

Well, this ordeal is so heavy.

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“Do as this Arif.” Kak Haz looks to be exemplifying how to destroy the right herbal leaves.

Not too strong, not too slow.

Next to her, Arif tries to imitate what Kak Haz did.

Arif took a pestle, put some leaves of the herbs, then began to review them carefully.

A bright night, the crescent moon appears with clouds moving harmoniously.

The lighting on the second floor was a new lantern. Kak Haz bought it two days ago, the shape is unique and the lighting is brighter. Next to the lantern were many small pockets containing various concoctions that Sister Haz made.

Arif and Sister Haz were at the most spacious table. Both of them were busy grinding the dried leaves with pestle. On the table was a pile of similar leaves, quite a lot. In the middle of it gathered the tools that Brother Haz used to concoct medicine.

Arif took some strands to destroy again.

Haz took four glasses of glass and put warm water in them. The leaves that he and Arif had just crushed were put into the four glasses with the mouth of the glass which was then covered with cloth.

“We wait overnight, the soaking water will be mixed with some more ingredients and be a medicine ointment.”Brother Haz explained.

Arif nodded in understanding.

“Learning tonight is complete. Thanks, this is very helpful to me.” Reveal Sister Haz. Arif smiled in response. “Thanks back.”

“This is my first step to becoming a drug expert.” Inner Arif.

Arif went down the stairs and prepared to go into the room. Today is enough, time to sleep.

In fact, that night Arif could not sleep. His eyes kept opening with an unrelenting mind thinking about the message Sheiny gave.

Plus, Arif's age has matured to continue his relationship with Sheiny to a more serious level. “I have to prepare my words to the future in-laws.” Inner Airf.

“He....what I think.” Shouted Arif inwardly while patting his face hard.

Forget it, don't think about it. Thinking about it will drive you crazy Arif. Forget-forget.

Arif immediately threw away his blanket and switched to doing push-ups and sit-ups thirty times each to distract him.

Arif was out of breath because he was in too much of a hurry. Plus the thought he couldn't get out of his mind.

“Yes, severe once.” His inner.

“For this time I must obey my heart.” Arif went to the corner of the room to take something. On the table was a pile of things that he used during his house here.

Arif took an oval-shaped object over one of the books.

It was a mirror that the silver-haired man gave. To this day, he still does not want to give his name. Arif understands, maybe there's his privacy.

Arif took a deep breath, composed and prepared the words that will be conveyed to the prospective in-laws. The gerogi atmosphere is very thick there.

While the oral will speak, Arif suddenly froze.

His eyes focused on the figure inside the mirror.

Himself.

The figure was ugly as more than half of his face was covered in burns. It was a strangely enlarged birthmark following the development of Atif.

Arif's mouth was still silent, silent. He then raised his right hand.

The birthmark is also spread there, now even warm leaving a little part for the skin that is completely normal. Arif then slightly opened his shirt slowly, paying attention to the birthmark that is now enlarged to touch the navel.

It's macabre.

Since when did it become this big?

“Sheiny must be ashamed to have a life companion like me.”