WHITE DEVIL

72 Zeg The White Devil

His days felt empty.

Eating and drinking don't taste good, rest is uncomfortable. A boring and directionless day.

The people closest to him died so quickly. Leaving Arif alone in anxiety and a desperate vortex. Like fifteen years ago, when his mother was gone forever.

“Yang strong yes Arif.”

“We wish your family well there.”

“If you need something, Brother Arif stay call us.”

One by one the residents came to his house. Their purpose is all the same, praying for the departed and giving encouragement to the living.

Residents mourned, giving flowers and prayers over Sheiny's vortex, while Arif unceasingly shed tears despite shouts of grief no longer heard. He had been persuaded several times to go home, but Arif did not want to leave his place.

The tomb in the backyard of the house was deserted after everything had gone home. Only Arif lives alone with the flowers around him.

Grandma, Sister Haz, Sheiny, and Aunt Nilam. All of them lay there, in a layer of earth full of worms and maggots.

Drizzle down not long. It gets heavier and becomes raining in a short time. A strong wind blew, shaking the stalks of trees and flowers. Arif's white hair and all his clothes were soaked, but he didn't move at all.

“Sorry Sheiny.” Those two words came out very softly.

I think of the always cheerful woman. The early days were so beautiful when the two were still having trouble exchanging words, shame was everywhere.

Her memories go away when Arif is willing to hold Sheiny. The experience always made him smile. When learning to cook with him, when washing together, when concocting medicine together.

What a beautiful experience.

Now there are only memories in memory. Every time he remembered the incident, his heart was like a glass that fell from a high place.

Broken, broken, can't be repaired anymore.

Realizing that her entire act was meaningless, Arif began to leave. Entering the house with mixed feelings. Feelings that cannot be described.

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On a quiet afternoon, Arif arrives an old friend. Someone who does not want to mention his name and identity. He was the one who used to give me the mirror. The tall man is now sitting next to Arif on the back porch of the house.

The tall man tried to make small talk, trying to entertain. Arif answered only enough. He looked lethargic and lacking in spirit, Arif did not look at him in the least. Unlike when the two last met, Arif was eager to memorize his father's old notes.

“Sorry I always arrive at the worst time.” The silver-haired man. His line of face pointed at a sadness similar to Arif's. He knows what it means to lose.

“Yang strong Arif. You can definitely get through this storm.” The silver-haired man cheered. He several times patted Arif on the shoulder, giving him some spirit.

The front porch of the house was quiet there were only two men with bad luck. There were no forest birds chirping or insects, something unusual for Arif.

Arif still lowered his head.

“Hey you can't continue to be sad. Lots of happy things out there.” He continued to encourage Arif, hoping that this interlocutor could re-ignite a dimmed heart.

Suddenly Arif smashed his fist into the ground until his fingers bled. The silver-haired man was shocked because of Arif's sudden action, he almost jumped because he was so shocked.

“Thank you very much. You're right, I'm too sad. I'm too late in it.” There was a cheer that began to stop in Arif's face. Arif stood up in spirit while wiping the sadness with vigor.

Although traces of sadness are still visible, Arif as much as possible to brush it off. He clenched his hands then raised them high into the sky.

“The dead cannot return, the most important thing is to take lessons from all the experiences that occur.” Arif Gumam.

A second later strangely his face looked a little cloudy. There was something bothering him, as the silver-haired man thought. Arif sat down next to him.

“So this is what you mean by worst possibility.”

“Yes, one of them. This is the existence of God's justice. How do you think.”

“Very unfair.”

“That's a surprising answer, Arif.”

“But my father's mother always taught me to be patient, whatever God's decision because God is Most Merciful.”

The atmosphere was a moment. The silver-haired man was quite surprised by Arif's reply. Strong confidence, once he described the figure of Arif now.

“So you don't interpret this incident as a disaster?” Ask the silver-haired man.

“No, it's not so. For me this is a disaster, but I prefer to call it a test from God.”

“Please?”

“Yes, a test to sort out who from his servant is really strong.” At the end of his sentence Arif smiled. His heart felt better after saying all that.

Arif's body reacted strangely, his muscles suddenly stiffened. Arif reflex avoids from the tall man. “What are you doing?” Arif said half-screaming.

The tall man pulled his hand which almost hit Arif. “You're pathetic Arif.”

“What do you mean.” This situation is very confusing. Anxiety begins to color the mimic Arif. Arif is starting to understand one thing, this man is dangerous.

“As of the test, same as you said before.” Arif chose silence not to respond, while the person started to step closer to him.

He opened the right hand. Dark clouds appear there, spin around, and condense, then become different objects. I don't know what it is that it must be terrible. Arif couldn't get his eyes off of it.

The tall man suddenly disappeared in an instant. Arif immediately turned his gaze around, looking for his whereabouts. Whatever it is, it must have something to do with his arrival. His body is in the stance, ready. Arif's eyeballs move quickly in all directions restlessly.

Arif felt his chest hit so hard that his ribs were broken. Sweat poured out, blood flowed, and his body fell humiliated under his feet.

Arif endured the excruciating pain in the chest. Every time his chest breathed out, his lungs and heart were damaged. Arif grimaced, this is very sick, very sick. Her tears came out.

“It's enough Arif, you have to get out of your oppression of destiny. From the very beginning of meeting I could feel the very concentrated Dark Energy within you, Arif.”

Arif crawled on the ground with his pain in check. He then grabbed the man's leg, Arif wanted to give... “Last fight? Don't be so Arif. Hold on a little more.” He answered, looking down on Arif.

Arif's gaze was blurry, head twitching. The pain grew, he shouted very loudly. Every cell in him was burning to ashes. Slowly darkness enveloped his conscience, erasing his memory, and all his memories as a human being.

Everything was dark, cold, and sick. Arif was unconscious.

Passing through that terrifying process, Arif slowly opened his eyes. It felt like I had just woken up from a thousand years of sleep.

This feels weird.

The human body that was unable to withstand the abundance of Dark Energy was decaying and replaced by a new body. He watched for a long time. The skin becomes slightly rough and gray in color. Birthmarks spread throughout the body.

“A-what i-this. Wh-whoso. Wh-who am I?” Stuttered.

The silver-haired man approached and helped him stand up.

“Na-my name?” The silver-haired man stared at him for a moment, a look of hope.

“Starting today the world will know you Zeg the White Devil. Tomorrow you will reform the world and show true justice to God.”

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To all readers.

Thank you for following my story so far. The author is aware of many shortcomings in this paper and there may be some things that offend the reader.

So the author always opens criticism and suggestions and apologies as much as possible.

Thanks again for following my little work.

Maybe some readers wonder about the ending of the White Devil that is too hanging.

Actually Arif's story still continues as Zeg. The writer will make the story. Please be patient.

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Continuing to the White Devil: False Justice