The Eternal War Kasarewang
Harsa vs. The Big Brother (1)

A plump blue-haired burly man was suddenly in the dining room of the Harsa family. The instant the aura in the dining room changed, it was as if there was a mental pressure enveloping them. It felt like he was suddenly told to make a speech without preparation in front of the entire class.

Seven years ago, the first time Harsa met the man, he also suddenly appeared from empty air like this. Harsa was ill and lying on the sofa in the living room. Without the slightest bit of mercy, the man looked at Harsa with a frown and said,

“You're weird.” Then it disappeared without explanation. Of course, Harsa did not have a good impression of his arrival this time.

Seven years makes no difference to that man. His appearance did not change at all.The appearance of the man was not only striking, but eccentric. In addition to her bright blue hair color, her irises are milky white. The pupils of his eyes could only be distinguished from the eyeballs because there was a black line around him. His clothes were like adventurers who had just returned home from the forest, dirty exposed to the ground. The tall man with wide shoulders was wearing a black-tight long-sleeved spandex shirt that covered up to his neck. As an exterior, he wore a brown leather vest filled with pockets. His pants were made of tight leather pants and he wore long brown boots that covered his heels. On his fingers, he was at least wearing eight agate rings. His expression was flat as if he was looking at the morning news.

“Adi?” call Erik who is most used to magic. “Finally you arrived also.”

The twenty-eight-year-old looked at Harsa and her parents with unmoved blue eyes, “I'm tired. If you want to leave, just call.”

He waved his hand, then the air in front of him split open, displaying a long box like an open door that glittered like a mosaic on the film sensor.

“You don't want to come to dinner first?” ask me, Daddy's friendly.

He looked at the dining table of the Harsa family with a look of disdain and placed one of his agate stone rings on the display table.

“I don't need.” Then he stepped into the mosaic door, missing out of nowhere. Following his figure, the mental pressure in the dining room disappeared. Harsa heard a sigh of relief from Darma, her mother.

“Uahh. I'll never get used to this. Can't Adi get into the house by knocking on the door?” he asked with a frown on my father.

In response to his wife's complaint, Erik smiled. “More safe if he directly entered in the house.”

"Then, can you tell me first every time Adi will enter the house?" Pinta Darma.

Erik smiled, but he shook his head. "Sorry, since the accident, I can't use magic anymore."

“Eng? What's papa mean?" ask Harsa. "Can't papa do magic because papa is Kasarewang?"

"Uh, yeah."

Sighing as the questions went unanswered, Harsa had a colorful mosaic door that Adi had just passed through. "Does he really have to go on our family vacation?” asked Harsa in a non-dressful tone.

“Yes, I deliberately invited her so you could know your sister better.”

“My stepbrother.” Harsa.

“Hush. Don't say that.It makes no difference.” Said Darma reprimanding.

“I can hear your conversation from here!” Adi's voice was heard from the mosaic door.

“You don't have to sleep in your portable apartment, Adi. In this house there are empty rooms kok.” Erik said in a persuasive tone.

“No!” Reject Adi firmly.

Harsa again nodded. The taste of his mother's cooking became more bland. He did not understand why after all these years his father wanted him to be close to his father's older brother. In addition to her sudden arrival and departure seven years ago, she and Adi have never interacted. His life was already fine without the person who called it ‘aneh’ at the time of first meeting. Moreover, his underestimating gaze when he saw Darma's cooking. Urghs! Harsa couldn't stand it. He did not feel his right hand clenched. Just watch out for you! Think of Harsa in the heart. I'll prove who ‘aneh’ is.

Erik sighed. Her hand lit a birthday cake candle with a candle off the lights that Darma always lit at dinner together. Erik's facial expression improved after swallowing a tiny flame tongue in the small candle.

Harsa looked at it with a desire.

“Hush. Eat first, new nyemil.” Said Darma aware of the seduced padangan Harsa.

The fifteen-year-old nodded, restraining his desire to partake in the small flames.

“Enak?” six-year-old Tanya Harsa sees Erik eating fire in the kitchen.

His father's bright brown eyes twinkled. “Enak. Want to try?”

Darma, who was doing the dishes at the time, asked in a worried tone. “What's okay? His tongue won't burn?”

“I don't know. I think it should be tried, but my hunch is no problem.” Erik then turned to Harsa. “You want to try?”

With Harsa's spirit nodded, then Erik let him swallow the flame. “Manic!” Harsa shouted excitedly. “I want more, Pa! Ma, try this! Delicious loh!”

Darma's forehead was wrinkled, but he kept a smile. “I don't think I can eat that, honey.”

“Eh, why? Delicious loh!”

“Later, your mama's wound, Har.” Erik said as he carried Harsa out of the kitchen with the candle in his hand. Little Harsa, unaware of the fundamental difference between her father and mother.

Since first trying to eat the tongues of fire, Harsa became addicted. However, his mother requires that Harsa continue to eat rice as usual for fear that his only child will be malnourished. Erik, who is not ‘man’, has no problem eating only tongues of fire, but Harsa is different. Erik himself does not know for sure the good nutrition for his youngest child is unique.

Yes, Harsa is indeed a little different from the other fifteen-year-old teenagers. At first glance he looks normal. Her black hair was neatly trimmed and her eyes were as dark brown as Darma. His body did not heal miraculously when injured. However, Harsa has a unique ability, the old ‘sihir’ is sealed in her. His father, Erik, is an immortal, Kasarewang who is able to use magic. So is Adi, Harsa's father-one sister. Meanwhile, Darma, Harsa's mother, is the only ordinary human in their family. Despite that, Harsa never felt any different. For him the whole uniqueness of his family is just ordinary everyday. For the past fifteen years, he lived his days like an ordinary man.

Returning to the present, Harsa who had spent her dinner, glazed over the tongues of fire voraciously. The gloomy look on his face was not seen when he was enjoying the sweet taste of the tongues of fire. Darma is doing the dishes and Erik is looking through his smartphone, reading the latest news, still at the dinner table.

Realizing his youngest son's mood was improving, he took the opportunity. “Harsa.” Calling her in a low voice, her eyes glanced at the colorful mosaic door.

Harsa looked up at her father. His eyes asked, ‘What?’

“Sini.” Erik stood up, his hands waving, he took Harsa to the porch of the house.

Harsa followed. Before long, the two of them were already sitting on the front porch seats of the house, staring at the black sky accompanied by a hint of stars. The breeze of the night wind instantly awakened Harsa's five senses.

“Why, Pa?”

A small smile appeared in the shadows of Erik's face that was beginning to be full of wrinkles. Harsa's father never felt different from any human being. He always carried himself like an ordinary office worker. Her hair was blackish brown and caramel brown eyes were like those of a Caucasian descent, but there was no sign that she could perform magic. No one would have thought that the middle-aged man liked to eat tongues of fire. “Harsa, don't you like Adi?” tanyanya slow.

Harsa's forehead is wrinkled. “More precisely he who does not like the same I’?”

“I don't think so. He just doesn't get used to being close to you and doesn't know how to behave in front of you.” Erik said understandingly.

“Yeah, wrong itself never at home.”

“That's exactly what, your sister isn't a person who likes to take time off. So he rarely came home. I'm taking her on vacation this time, let her rest as well.”

Seven years did not step on the house said ‘rarely go home’ instead should be ‘never go home’? Why should I understand him? Isn't Adi older? Harsa was sarcastic, but she didn't reveal it. He did not want to dispute his father.

“You're fine, yes, same him.” Father's message.

Harsa took a deep breath. “Iya, I'll try.”

Erik smiled and ruffled Harsa's hair happily. “Already, rest there. Tomorrow we leave early in the morning!”

Harsa nodded. He is back excited. Adi or not, the holidays are still a vacation that must be enjoyed. That's Harsa's mindset. He was already impatient to go relax on the beach, not knowing what was waiting for him at the end of this week.