Don't Consider Us Weak
Thirty Five: The Proposal of Imagination Becomes Real
10 Years ago...
There was an accident on a highway, a single accident and the killing of two man-husband wives. The news spread quickly in both ears of a boy, he rounded his eyes to hear the news that his parents died.
Before the accident occurred, the child had asked both parents not to leave the child alone at home. But both of his parents still left without bringing the child and a few hours later he got the bad news.
A week passed after the deaths of the two boys' parents. A young child who has become an orphan must come to his grandmother's house. He was in a new environment and a new school, the boy thought he would make as many new friends as in the old school.
But it was not as in the slow estimation of time passed and the child was not considered to be his existence, everyone ignored him, an insinuating aura as if stopping in the child's body. The face that used to be sad and happy now does not show that expression. Is the child a disease? Answer no! Because he was never invited to socialize with his friends, the child will talk if with his grandmother only if the other person he will be quiet.
How many months had passed since his grandmother had grown old and could not see his granddaughter growing up. The more the child grows up the more he becomes and thinks that the world is evil to him. He was sad and disappointed at the time.
When you are at home, you are cleaning the bookshelves lined up. He found a book that had long been crushed by a new book and the book had been torn and the ink there had blurred. The boy continued to read the foreign book and found a piece of writing. Writing such as Javanese script and beside it there is a picture of the gate made of stone, on top of the stones there is writing Javanese script. Without thinking long the child tried to find the location of the gate.
The night wind that has been blowing hard makes the leaves of trees dance and the sound of crickets that drive away the sound of silence. The boy walked alone looking for the stone archway.
Crick.. Crick.. Crick.
There were a lot of animal noises at night and the boy was not afraid at all, and kept moving his legs - dark brown eyes kept staring ahead. The longer the darker the sound of his steps was heard so clearly every time he stepped, he had not rested for a moment.
Not aware that the morning Mentari immediately appeared and the child was still walking towards the main destination without any complaints at all. The look in his eyes saw that there was a stone sign pointing to the left, the boy turned to the left. The road that passes through it is very quiet because it is far from the city or village can be called in the forest that there are many tall shady trees. There are long bushes and a lot of big rocks.
He saw a stone like a gate and there was writing like the Javanese script exactly like the one in his book. The boy looked forward blankly and then looked at the book in his grasp. "Hanarabo Jikada Saka." said the boy read every sentence that he did not understand at all.
There was no effect at all from those inscribed stones. Suddenly the ground shook like there was an earthquake, the little boy's body lost balance and fell down, his hands as a buffer so as not to scratch.
The writing stone gave off a light and the writing flew up into the air like a butterfly coming out of a cocoon. The boy gaped to see the writings fly like a butterfly circling over his head. Then it appeared like a door between the world and the other world made the child stand up trying to stretch his hand into the door like a green mirror.
His hands felt cold then on the pull back made a smile painted on his face. The boy went in there and his eyes were set on a beautiful scene. There are lots of trees and fountains there.
The smile that once disappeared is now reborn, the happiness and sadness that once disappeared in him is now back again. His body was shining brightly, his face was flat now as it used to be expressionless. He stared at the reflection of the shadow from the fountain.
"I feel born again" he said with a happy smile.
Wuses.. Wuses..
An object darting fast over the boy's head felt like it was just staying right off the top of his head. He looked up to find a flying saucer on which there was a young man wearing a black robe and carrying like a roll of paper as a steering wheel. There are three flying saucers there. These young men were not aware of their existence.
Then before long there was a valiant creature with white wings, his gaze sharp like an eagle. In his hand was a white sword like his wings and the half-eagle flew into the air at high speed.
The boy walked through this place of what he was in. The atmosphere is very peaceful and pleasant for anyone who comes to visit will be amazed and can see what is in it. Then there was a voice like a person jumping into a tree one to another, he thought that there were ninjas here when he looked up to see two girls and a young man wearing a white robe jumping into one tree to another. Talking about something.
Suddenly a witch appeared riding on her original broomstick and almost hit the boy luckily there was pulling his wrist, hiding in the trunk of a large tree.
The boy was surprised to find the young man in a winter jacket and there was a lamb fur there, it was Joe. "I've never seen you before?who are you and where are you from? Whether you're a witch or a winged creature of an Eagle, a pigeon, a bat, an owl or a dragon." said the young man in front of her who lacked the slightest manners. The jacketed young man held the child's little arm, "you are so small! Have you not eaten for a year?"he continued to look at the annoyed face he did not like.
"You don't have manners, do you? Did your parents not teach you manners?"the boy's scolding around his waist he didn't care about his young age nagging people who were much older than him.
Joe's forehead was furrowed not understanding what this boy was saying. "What does old man mean?I don't understand at all?"askalanya.
"Huh, that old man where they both took care of you from birth. First the mother who brought you into the world and the second the father, the one who will educate you into useful youth. Do you understand?"obviously, Joe nodded.
"You said you didn't know what the old man was and who? Now the answer knows! Argh." he replied annoyed at Joe's nagging reply, "i'm kidding. By the way you're here to say what and what's your name?"joe asked the boy to follow him. The boy tries to speed up his pace to match Joe's pace.
"My name is Tio Wulan Sandi. I came here for the book I found at my grandmother's house when she died." answered Tio honestly while shoving the book to a young man who could be said to be handsome.
Joe smiled with a sweet smile to make people who see it anxious. In his nonya the book suddenly came out how many colorful rays with a slightly black aura on its side came out of the book and the thing came out in the real world. Joe glared that the door that had been tightly closed was now wide open and of course had connected to the human world.
"Great!"joe immediately ran away quickly. Tio also followed Joe and Tio stopped his steps because the young man had suddenly disappeared from his sight. Tio started to get scared with this beautiful world but it was all creepy.
Tio ran back to the human world leaving a world of imagination whose doors were wide open and could not be closed again.
*Don't Consider Us Weak*
Lidya who heard the long story was astonished, why the door was not tightly closed. Joe let out a long sigh," said the teacher, after Tio's boy came out. There were two girls with different expressions and different intentions. One of the girls had promised one of the covenant stones. So the creatures that are in there including me, can't do anything anymore. I'm the leader in your imagination." Joe made Lidya's mouth gap. This would mean that he would not be able to sleep and would have to face that power disciple. Lidya is afraid that there are humans who want to catch friends who have power.
"Know you Joe. His imagination who lives? Because there are some of my friends who have powers that are not the characters I make." asked Lidya put on a worried and confused face to say what. The world is in danger now.
"Well that's it.." said Joe smiling, Lidya looked at the young man asking for a satisfactory answer from his little mouth, I don't know. Every imagination and power is different. Some are high and some are low, some are medium. Maybe this is for 4 imaginations."more guessing.
"What 4 imaginations!"shouted Lidya slightly in shock if in this world there are 4 vivid imaginations to be real. He did not know, 3 imagination is everywhere - Lidya thought only 3 imaginations were alive.
"You just run your daily life as usual and should not be surprised what your friends do. Just be normal because every eye will notice you and someone is spying on you!"joe warns Lidya, putting a jar of sugar that remains a little. Lidya had filled her sugar, it was over in an instant.
Lidya hugged Joe tightly for fear of anything happening to her. "Joe tell me. Why should I be ordinary?and who's spying on me." said Lidya whispered and kept hugging Joe in fear.
Joe smiled, "because how many enemies are curious about imagination. They will continue to remember what they see is different again with other ordinary humans. They're more dangerous and they might harm you." she told Lidya. The girl knew that Joe was just telling her to be careful not to scare her but it felt like Lidya's guts were really shrinking.
"Why did they harm me?"ask Lidya a tone of fear.
"Because you are a writer whose imagination lives in the real world. If the author dies then the imagination you create dies can't be real like this. It's only real in the book."Obviously Joe again made Lidya dumbfounded to hear this, he let go of his embrace and looked at Joe's face put on a sad and happy face.
"You have to keep your imagination and yourself because there are some imaginations that feel alone and there are also heroes. You have to persuade the imagination that often looks alone and you have to find a partner who is always complementary because the imagination alone is very easily discouraged and the most fatal is to be able to follow the direction of the enemy."obviously Joe again went to Lidya before the handsome and adorable young man left Lidya alone there.
Of the thousands of imaginations created in the whole world there are only four imaginations that become real and these imaginations enter the body of children to adults depending.
First, Alone Imagination. This imagination is the lowest level because it will display a loner, quiet, easily discouraged by the excessive meaning of not wanting to try again and easily fooled by someone.
Second, Drak Imagination. Imagination that has a sinister aura and a life of darkness. This imagination is not much different from Alone Imagination. This Imagination Drak stands out more to the confident nature that he can and proves that he can save people even though the person is afraid of him or until he is not considered to be in existence. They also cannot be affected by the enemy.
Third, Together Imagination. This imagination is mid-level between outer space and this core advantage of power complements each other. They also could not be easily influenced by the enemy due to their ingenuity even though they were begging for mercy. There must have been an unexpected word coming out of his mouth.
Fourth, Hero Imagination. This is the highest imagination of the imagination above. Every time it gives off power then someone else will Wow look at it. Hero Imagination further hid their identity. And they are also not easily influenced by the enemy. Hero Imagination also has a positive aura if Drak Imagination has a negative aura.
The point is to complement each other.
Lidya stared out the window looking at the stars in the sky was very beautiful. "Hopefully tomorrow smoothly as usual there is no riot at all" he said hoping.
*Don't Consider Us Weak*
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