Red Bahutai Swordsman
Smile

Time so quickly passed, the darkness of the night began to perch with the murmuring of the night wind that pierced the skin. The sleeping chakra suddenly awoke to the cry of the little toddler beside him.

Cakra swiftly carried the little toddler and tried to calm him down, but his efforts were fruitless. The cry of the little toddler was getting worse and more so made him not careless, only this time he faced a situation far from a life of fighting.

He did not know what made the toddler cry so much, until soon two people came to his place which was none other than Sima and Dara.

At that time the two of them were already near there, but their steps were hunting because there was a so strong cry from the room where Cakra was.

“What happened sir?”, Sima's gaze was fixed towards Cakra and after towards the little toddler, “Why is he crying?”, he asked again.

“A-I don't know, she was crying so strongly like something was bothering her”, Cakra was still looking panicked.

“Stupid basis! The boy was crying because he was hungry!”, Dara spontaneously spoke.

Cakra's view is directed towards Dara, “Lapar? How...”

“Hey is stupid, he is also a human who needs to eat and drink. Get the kid, hurry!”, Dara stuck out her hand.

Without thinking for a long time Cakra handed the little toddler to Dara, Dara swiftly brought the child out to find milk so that he did not cry anymore.

Seeing Dara go carrying a small toddler makes the atmosphere now quiet, Cakra who was restless since it had sat down and rubbed his face repeatedly. He felt guilty for not knowing about what Dara said just now. Sima too, he also just discovered an incident like this.

Both of them sit and be quiet with each other. After some time finally Dara returned with the little toddler now has laughed cheerfully in her sling. As Dara walked into the room she found Cakra and Sima's gaze fixed on the toddler.

“See this child is cheerful after being given milk and food, you should have handed this child's business to me”, Dara played the toddler's nose which was answered with a funny laugh of the toddler.

Cakra was silent for a moment and after he stood up to Dara, “Thank you for helping, then this child I leave to you”, Cakra smiled wryly.

“No, no, I'm not sure this kid will continue like this. While being fed milk he started babbling continuously making my head dizzy. But after that it turns out this child is quite jolly”, a sweet smile etched on Dara's face, “You have given him a name?”

“Name?”, Cakra's eyebrows shot upwards hearing the question.

“Even children as sweet as this have not been named, basal”, said Dara.

“I don't have time to think about it”, Cakra stared at the toddler, “Alright, after seeing his always carefree behavior maybe I have a good name for him”

“What name are you going to give her?”, Dara glanced at Cakra.

“Pita...loka”, Cakra smiled after saying so.

Dara's heart was so pounding when she saw the smile of Cakra that was now right in front of her. It was the first smile he had seen firsthand as long as he knew Cakra, the thump of his heartbeat being so intense because of the incident just now.

But that was enough, it turns out that his presence in that place brings something very memorable in his life “Eeheem, it's a good name”, Dara turned her face because she blushed embarrassed. He did not want Cakra to see his red face blushing, “This I hand this child”, he thrust Pitaloka to Cakra.

Cakra welcomes Pitaloka from Dara's hand and holds her, while in Cakra's arms, Pitaloka looks very happy. The little toddler continued to babble while laughing cheerfully at him.

“Ta... tatata.. tata..”, Pitaloka rambled back and then pointed at Dara.

Seeing that Cakra finally remembered something, “Thank you for coming and helping”, Cakra stared at Dara.

Hearing that it was spontaneous Dara turned his head towards Cakra, he was again surprised to hear it coming out of the mouth of the person who was so cold towards him made himself again shrouded in shame and a red face extinguished.

“I only helped a little”, he replied by turning his face away from embarrassment.

Sima just smiled at Dara's behavior this time, he already knew what made Dara behave like that. To him seeing the two of them talking while holding a small toddler made them seem like a family.

He hopes that in the future there will be no more distance between the two of them later, because now there is a connecting path that is Pitaloka the little toddler.

***

Cakra then let the two sit down to talk about what Sima wanted to say this morning. Sima swiftly opened his voice, “The thing I want to convey is none other than the information you want. Of course this information was successful I got thanks to Dara's help, and I had already conveyed to mister”, Sima stood up and started handing over a roll of letters containing the information that Cakra wanted.

Cakra read the letter for a moment, then his gaze was fixed towards Dara, “How did you know until there?”, Cakra asked for an explanation.

Dara shows a trident with a carved handle of a pomegranate red dragon head, “You must know who this belongs to kan”, Dara wiggles the necklace in her hand, “Relax, please, I got this because that guy gave it to me. The person you already consider to be a brother is still alive and is in a place that you” destination.

“If the contents of this letter are true, then there is no reason for me to linger here. I must avenge the flesh that has been leading my life, Cakra clenched his hand.

Seeing Cakra's reaction the smile on Dara's face slowly began to fade, as he knew what Cakra had wanted all along.

“But before that I had one question, did you guys know about someone named Nabau?”

Dara and Sima were surprised instead of playing hearing the question posed by Cakra just now. Seeing the reaction of the two Cakra can immediately capture who the figure he mentioned earlier.

“Is this person so scary that your reaction becomes what it is now?”, Cakra frowned.

“You've heard of a massive war whose legend has made half of this land unceremoniously destroyed?”, Dara asked.

“Isn't that a story about your own father?”, Cakra answered quickly.

“What you say is true, and you need to know that the opponent at that time was the person you mentioned earlier”, Dara explained again.