The Hero

Shadow and Malikul escaped to the Underworld at dawn. Being a supportive lover, Malikul accompanied her even though he understood nothing of her action. Still, he wanted to be involved in everything she did.

Malikul put the coordinate precisely at the cemetery where all of her siblings perished. The walk was somber and sad. Shadow’s body stiffed like wood. Wearing appropriate clothes and a shawl wrapped around her head.

It was still much dark and the cemetery looked no less than a haunted house with massive space.

From afar, a few volunteered religious people huddled together and smiled peacefully at both of them.

All of them were wearing something called ‘turban’ and ‘kopiah’ on their heads with yassin and a thin prayer book secured in their hands. At a glance, it seemed that these people were just from the mosque, after fajr prayer.

Shadow was honestly impressed by these people. Their faces looked so peaceful and the majority was filled with young men, destroying the stereotype tha