WHITE DEVIL

70 Giving Yourself Up

Under a tinge of orange light, Arif stepped limp. Along the way both his shoulders felt being overlapped with a large rock. Painful and exhausting.

He tried as much as he could to look ahead without turning his head, ignoring the people of the village he was passing through. Arif did not want to look, his face was straight looking ahead.

The people around him also gave distance, stepping to get away from the figure who was able to drop bad luck. The first thing they noticed was Arif's white hair, a hair that signified the nearness of death or curse.

People are running around hysterically, “White hair man! Human hair white!” The scream reached Arif's ears.

Sailing, chaining up to horrendous residents around. Some burly men immediately took up their duties.

They went to the barn, armed themselves with blunt and sharp objects, and stood on the porch of the house while pointing their weapons at Arif with a hateful look.

“Go, don't get close!” Arif can hear it without checking.

All the negative thoughts scattered in his mind like a rainstorm. Tearing confidence and tearing courage. Arif keeps strengthening the steps.

Arif bit his lips, both fingers squeezed. Each step felt heavier. “Children Laknat!”

Arif breathes heavily, continues to connect with the fear that fills the heart. “Devil-devil, stay away. Go from her!”

His heart will explode. “White hair man! White hair man coming! Petition soon arrives!”

Arif wanted to shout at the world, but part of him prevented it. Unfairness is accepted, indeed that is the destiny that must be fulfilled Arif.

Born to hate and died to hate. Arif squeezed harder until blood flowed from between his fingers.

Arif runs, faster, faster, faster. Sweat and tears fell.

“This way the whole suffering will be erased.”

In front of him the crowd gathered three soldiers. Arif stopped his steps right behind the residents who were swarming something.

The general was standing on a wooden box, facing the people. His eyes glanced around looking for the whereabouts of his tarhet. Nothing yet.

Both of his men stood guard nearby in a ready standing position. The existence of those who carried swords was enough to make the inhabitants not have the courage to fight back.

“My name is Jim Balzac. We are emissaries from the Valley Kingdom who got the task of capturing a white-haired human named Arif. Please understand, this is the direct duty of his majesty Raja_”

The residents looked at each other in surprise. They never thought that Arif is a human hair white. “But instead of Arif hair in black?”

“Iya-iya, so far there is no bad luck that we get.”

“But why the soldier said Arif is a man of white hair. Isn't there just Arif Doctor Haz's son-in-law?”

“That's right, it's confusing.”

The group of mothers began whispering while interlocking with lyrics.

Not only mothers, the men who had gathered there also discussed the same topic. “There are no other Arifs here besides Arif waiting for Doctor Haz.”

The atmosphere is very crowded. Under the darkening orange glow, General Jim raised his hand, making the line of people instantly silent.

“We won't leave without bringing Arif the white-haired human. So anyone who knows the whereabouts of Arif the white hair please let us know. This is pen_” duty

“Wait a minute!” A young woman in blue clothes ventured to cut off the conversation. He stepped out of the crowd. His friend tried to prevent it, but failed.

“Is your mascud the Arif you previously beat!” The woman was full of emotion. Her face flushed.

General Jim got down from the wooden box and approached the two langakah. “True. He is Arif the man of white hair.” He squinted, intimidated.

There was a trembling in his body, cold sweat running down the edges of his face. With a body that shook violently, he still ventured to answer. “Are you blind! It was obvious that his hair was black. You guys don't try to lie to us. Arif is our precious neighbor. We won't let your dirty hands carry it.” Shouted the young woman.

General Jim approached the woman. The blue-clothed woman reflexively stepped back and nearly fell down.

General Jim glared at the woman. I don't know what expression he's showing, which must be a terrible face.

“Listen madam, the blind one is the mistress herself. Over ten years Arif the white-haired man lives in this village and no one realizes he is a white-haired man. Not that it's so weird.” General Jim raised his voice.

Trust is starting to get sideways.

“Are those soldiers telling the truth?” Similar questions fill the minds of the population. Plus the sword blade threat they brought. Some residents began to believe giving up Arif was the right choice to avoid bloodshed.

“Do not believe them. They're liars!” The woman screamed until her throat hurt. He gave a look to the people. People could see tears in the corner of their eyes.

“Arif is our neighbor, our big family. He has given us much service for our health with Doctor Haz. And all this time there was not a single misfortune that befell our village. Clearly, Arif is not a white-haired man. They lie. They're liars!”

The woman's breath began to break. His pale face could not be hidden.

“How is this General, the population is getting out of control?” One of his men whispered.

He pulled out his broken sword and pointed it at the young woman. The young lady gulped, she felt her life was greatly threatened in that second. The young woman fell in fear, her entire strength collapsing instantly.

The residents immediately dispersed, running around without direction. They bump into each other no matter what.

The atmosphere instantly crowded. The atmosphere became congested and suffocating. That was how the young lady who was lying helplessly felt.

The broken sword blade was getting closer to him, the closer it was to its end. No words spoken, only mutes filled the mouth.

“General. This is already too much.” The other men reminded.

“Please do not disturb my personal affairs.” Answer General Jim. His eyes looked at his men in an unusual way.

Both of his men instantly understood and took two steps back.

“This is the result of your decision. Accept with pride.”

General Jim swung his sword at the young lady.

“Please do not disturb Sheiny.” There was a grip holding the sword against Sheiny. Sheiny opened her eyes slowly, eyes full of tears.

General Jim watched the man in front of him. He could feel a great power from his grasp. The hair, a birthmark that is like a burn on the face and right arm. Not wrong anymore.

Arif the white hair man.

“I don't allow the General to touch my wife!” Arif's shout appeared along with his hand that threw General Jim's arm carelessly. His sword came out of the fighting. “The power is good too.” His inner.

“Oh finally the mouse got into the trap as well.”

The resident who noticed that could not stop his shock. Their eyes could not possibly lie, in front of them was none other than the Arif they knew, but what with his white hair.

“So during this..”.

Arif then looked at Sheiny who was now in tears. “Thanks.”

Arif one second stared at the ground then gave his best expression. “Sorry yes.”

Sheiny understood what her husband meant. “Don't-don't-don't Arif!” Sheiny jumps trying to capture her soulmate's body, but is prevented by Sister Haz.

“No Sheiny, this is Arif's decision. He did it for the good of all of us.” Not even Haz could hide the tears that began to flow down her cheeks.

In front of him, both Arif's wrists had been tied. Arif started to be led away from her. Straining at once painful. The sunlight was getting lost from the sky, soon night came.

Darkness that is as dark as Sheiny's heart.

“No dad, no! Arif has to stay. There must be a way_”

Sheiny's sentence stopped because Arif's face was now in front of him again. Arif asked for the last time to part with his wife.

“Sorry Sheiny. All this time I've been a bad husband.” Arif was holding something that exploded within him. So did Sheiny.

Arif then looked at Sheiny's stomach which was bigger than normal. “Another moment is the birth of our son.” Arif's palm tried to touch Sheiny's stomach, where her first son is now.

“Sorry I always forget to prepare his name. Sheiny, I hope his birth closes this wound I gave him.” Arif's palm touched his wife's cheek and wiped the tears that flowed there.

Sheinya froze with her mouth open. He watched the moments of the soulmate's passing. The man who had accompanied her joys and sorrows, revived her teenage years, and chose her as the queen of angels.

No more protests have been spoken of for her departure, but not for Sheiny's tears.

“Dramatic once. Bother.” Comment General.

“It's done?” Ask General Jim. Arif just gives a nod as confirmation.

Arif was taken away by the three men. Leaving Sheiny and her family. Farther up until these eyes can't see his back that's no longer powered.

“WAIT!”

Arif and the three royal knights halted the move.

A group of six to eight-year-old boys wearing worn-out cloth headbands blocked their way. One of them stood at the very front while raising his right palm, giving a stop signal.

“Soide these children are adult affairs.” General Jim's men warned.

“No before Brother Arif you guys give.” The challenge of the boy who stood at the front. There was not a single trace of fear on his face.

He was Koko son of a chicken egg, the people of Rakatta Village nicknamed him The Destroyer.