WHITE DEVIL

62 Without Doubt

“Hey you're so moody?” Ask the voice that came from behind.

Arif was shocked from his banquet, he almost choked on the water he was drinking. Arif is resting on the riverbank after this morning's exercise.

His eyes caught a tall, silver-haired man.

“Oh you...” The end of Arif's sentence sounded without energy.

“Oh you? Any problem? Tell me something. Maybe I can give you a solution.”

Arif seemed to think for a while with a weak look in his eyes. “It's about my birthmark.” Arif lirih.

“Birthmark, what's wrong with that?” The silver-haired man drew closer to Arif, watching Arif's face-goal.

“Can't you see how horrible my face is?” Say Arif while covering your face.

The silver-haired man pulled his body. He moved away a little from Arif, maybe Arif was wanting to be alone, his inner self.

Palms under the chin, eyes closed and occasionally staring at the bright sky. He was thinking something about Arif.

“Not a resident no problem against it.” Arif just nodded.

“Then why glum. People can say it, right?”

Arif slightly raised his head. Arif just realized that. Sister Haz doesn't seem to pay much attention to her birthmark, nor does Sheiny. The people in the village greeted him kindly.

No one gave the impression of dislike.

“They still think of me as Arif.” Inner Arif in his banquet.

The silver-haired man smiled faintly. This little problem seems to be over. “Well the point is love yourself. Everyone has their own judgment, and they don't judge your face badly. You're just too worried.” He then stood staring at the surface of the river.

“You continue?” Ask him to go jogging.

Arif nodded with a restored spirit.

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The sun is rising. The heat and heat filled this room. The air that was supposed to be fresh was hot when stroking the skin, for the first time Arif visited Kak Haz clinic.

This clinic was established two years ago. The trust and relationship that Kak Haz has built with the population makes it cost money to build a clinic.

It was five times five meters in size, not so high as the roof of the precarious. The base is sand to cut production. Haz didn't feel the problem with it, neither did the consumers protest with the sandbed.

Inside the clinic there is only one room. Between the consumer and Kak Haz separated a large wooden table, a cashier table. While behind the counter stood a large shelf containing medicines that had been wrapped.

In the backyard of the clinic stood a hut. In the hut is where to put the ingredients that will later be made medicine.

Today, Arif is in charge of the cashier's desk. He who later recorded the complaints of consumers and delivered drugs, Arif has learned a lot from Kak Haz so that it is not a problem. In his left hand there are also records of diseases and drugs that must be given.

While Kak Haz was now behind, he was drying the leaves and roots of a living apothecary plant.

Arif little groggy. Despite learning a lot about social communication, this is still the first experience. There is a new impression that cannot be removed.

Arif took a short breath, readying himself. Looking ahead, there was a woman who stepped in.

His stature was as tall as Arif, ramnbut long and decomposed backwards. The woman was carrying a small leather bag. She wears glasses and long skirt clothes. From her clothes maybe she is a woman from the family she is in.

Judging from his level, Arif guessed his age around the late thirties.

“Eh... wait a minute.” Arif felt familiar.

The woman walked towards the cashier table with hurried steps. Meanwhile Arif was still scraping his memory to answer, who is this woman?

“Sorry for my impolite actions.” He said in front of Arif, in a hurry. His breathing was broken, he might have come running. Arif was getting confused with this woman.

“Does Doctor Jag o work here?” Ask.

“Sorry mistress. Unfortunately Doctor Jago has long since moved. As far as I know, now he is doing research on the ancient site.” Answer Arif sesopan maybe.

The woman's gaze then bowed, there was a frown on her face. I don't know why Arif felt guilty for telling me about Doctor Jago.

Suddenly something flashed through his mind.

“Actually we have employees who study directly with Doctor Jago. Maybe he can help.”

Hearing Arif's sentence, the woman then raised her face, showing a bright face a happy expression. The woman nodded and sat on a long wooden chair in the corner of the river.

Arif walked to the back. “Kak Haz, there are consumers looking for sister.”

Sister Haz who is still busy flattening the leaves that are starting to dry immediately entered the clinic. “Please as good as the rest.” Her request.

“Good Sister Haz.” Replied Arif while lifting a thumb.

Arif headed to the drying place and began to flatten the leaves so as not to pile on each other. The weather outside is hotter and hotter. Not long ago sweat immediately flooded the nape and face of Arif.

Arif wiping temples, “It looks like already.”

Arif stepped in.

It turns out that woman is still. He recounted many complaints about the illness that his family was facing. Sister Haz took note while several times throwing the necessary questions.

“So how do doc?”

“Is a week from now okay?”

The woman turned around and went home.

“Who is that mistress?” Tanya Arif curious. His head still scratched the memory, but could not find an identity regarding the woman.

“Call by Melati_”

Once the name was said, all the red threads in Arif's mind immediately fused.

Arif put on a surprised face. It is unexpected that visiting this clinic is a woman who was once a savior of her childhood.

“What he said.”

“His father is in bad condition. He was sick for a long time without knowing what the cause or disease was. He said various healers had been called, but all could not cure him.” Reveal Sister Haz.

Arif.

In addition, there was also a disappointed look on Arif's face. Melati's father is the village head who used to harm and drive him from his hometown.

Arif remembers those dark times.

When he was thrown stones and garbage by the residents at his command just because his hair is white.

Now maybe it will be different because Arif already has a concoction to blacken his hair. However, the same might happen if Arif reveals his true identity.

So far no one knows that he is a man of white hair except for his friends, Sister Haz, grandmother, Melati, Doctor Jago, Sheiny, Aunt Nilam, the villagers, and Mr. Wira. The rest of Arif wore masks in front of everyone to prevent hatred directed at him.

It's sad, isn't it?

A person who lives in falsehood for a place in society.

That's Arif's figure.

His strength was falling out, his tears were revolting wanting to flow out. This falsehood is very painful.

PLAQUES

Sister Haz patted Arif on the back hard. “Hettish the banquet. You still have a lot of tasks here.”

Haz's sister passed towards the medicine shelf behind. Arif stared a little bit hard at him. There he found a smile running across Kak Haz's face. Something very rare.

Arif started to feel bad.

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Today's work is well done. Not so much stuff, but it's exhausting.

Orange light painting space. The clouds were marching, running harmoniously up there. Birds that fly in groups, towards each other's nests.

“We go home.” Said Brother Haz sambi into the house.

He leads Arif to the living room. Sheiny sat there, apparently waiting for the arrival of Arif and his father.

Instantly Arif felt his chest explode. I want to run, but I can't. His body temperature rose, Arif's body petrified, he felt being steamed.

Arif gulped, looking at Brother Haz and Sheiny who were sitting facing him. Arif felt a great vibe in him, let alone Sheiny there. He stared at the floor, unwilling to look at Arif.

When the look of the two met, Sheiny immediately threw her face away, making Arif feel like his chest was pierced by a giant needle.

Arif trying to stabilize the breath, make everything better? Can't!

The heart was beating very fast, Arif could hear how hard the heart was working. His hands felt numb. The nervous stir.

“Sheiny.” Said Brother Haz while giving a smile to his daughter.

Sheiny looked into his father's eyes for a moment. He had already made up his mind, because it had been the same but so far it was impossible to turn around.

Sheiny squeezes the fingers with a blushing face. He bit his lips, trying desperately to pull out a sentence from his tongue.

While Arif was bowing staring at the floor. He was still unusually nervous with a face that was also flushed. This condition is never really unexpected.

“Arif.” A beautiful voice sounded calling.

Arif ventured to raise his stiff face.

Sheiny then poured out the words from her deepest heart. Very beautiful and sincere words. It sounded very soft in Arif's ears.

Sentence after sentence caressed Arif's heart, making the man unable to hold back anything that would explode from within him.

Sheiny finished her sentence by directly throwing her face away. Arif froze in position, there was not a word he could take out.

Happy crying broke out. The tears of gratitude flow.

“I'm ready.” Arif was without a doubt.

Sister Haz smiled broadly at her growing daughter. His eyes were on Arif.

This is the happiest day of his life.

In the past Arif never humanized, no human being would accept it just because it was born with white hair. However, today's events yielded a definite answer for him.

This white hair is not a curse or curse of God. This white hair matures, making Arif a powerful person. This hair also delivers it to great figures to bring it to Sheiny in a sacred bond.