Legionaries

Typhoons

October 24th, 2018

At 23:25

I'm not a fan of Karl Marx. Moreover, I am not the type of person who glorifies the ideology of Marxism. Precisely, otherwise. As an observer, I should not be tempted by the ridiculous appeals of ideology that purportedly place the proletariat as the prima donna. The fact? See what the communist-marxists have done to adapt to the development of the world economy. Today, countries that claim to be loyal to communist ideology perpetuate more policies and methods in the style of capitalism.

If you look back at history, everything would make sense. My friend Charles was the patron of the German philosopher George Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, primarily associated with Hegelian philosophy. According to Hegel, reality is an ongoing historical process. Therefore, reality can only be understood by understanding historical change. If so, then the ideology of Marxism, Leninism, Communism, or even Capitalism will always change dynamically following the development of history. In my opinion, this is a very fatal loophole because the purity of ideas considered as radical as any of their time, including Marxism, must finally remain in compromise with the change of history.

On the basis of my distrust of that ideology, I have lately become skeptical of the Juragan. I was one of the few Juragan proteges who knew that he was a nationalist-socialist. It also made me interested in political science and had decided to explore it in college even though it was not finished. However, the nationalist-socialist ideas that Juragan believed were also as flawed as the development of Marxism in the modern world. Look at how he treats his students. We are forced to undertake activities far from nationalist and socialist principles. Moreover, lately, the request of the Juragan just getting weird. From initially only assigning ordinary execution missions, lately he has often given me additional tasks that are very troublesome, including stalking Rama.

What is so special about Rama that he has to get such intense attention? For a few years I knew Rama, I don't think he's a figure to look out for. Look at his thin body. What should people be afraid of him? I suspect that there seems to be a secret that was deliberately hidden by the Juragan about my next-door neighbor. And, that must be a very serious thing.

Meanwhile, from my position among the leaves of these trees, I felt the night wind forming a vortex and rolling the ground. Dynamically. Yes, in this world, what the hell is not dynamic? Including the air that had warmed up, now changed with cold air. Including weather that has been ruled by drought for months which is soon replaced with rainwater points. Yeah, the always annoying rain comes mini mala as well.

"Damn! Why does it have to rain? Why do we have to have a change of season tonight?" I groaned while raising a parasitic jacket to cover my head and face from the rain.

"Stop complaining, Mom. Sometimes rain can be a gift to us" Teja, who has been hiding in the trees with me.

Tonight the Juragan again asked me to conduct a reconnaissance mission against Rama. As usual, Juragan always conveyed his orders through a secret message he placed on the door frame of the room. And apparently I'm not the only 'soldier' to take that order. Teja also received the same message. This is really out of the ordinary because all this time I have always served with my true partner, Rana.

Without any intention of comparing between Rana and Teja, I was honestly not used to working with anyone else, other than Rana. As one of the mainstay accomplices of the Juragan, Teja does have its own privileges compared to Rana. In addition to being adept at disguise and camouflage, the 21-year-old was nicknamed 'The East Wind' by Juragan because of his agility and speed in carrying out liberation missions. If you are curious how a convicted corruption case can be free to go in and out of rutan to travel ria, verily there was Teja's hand who played a big role in escaping them from the guard of the prison guards and the Home Ministry spies.

I have no other choice. I'm just a soldier in the vanguard. Whatever the commander orders, I have no right to sue. In the bunk house that became our headquarters, Juragan was a dictator who had the most absolute power. After all, the Magician must have better understood the situation and the needs. After all, all of us, these vanguard soldiers are the best men of choice for the Juragan who are ready to go when needed.

"I think it's raining, Ja. From the past until now, he's always been a hassle." I tried to deny Teja's words asking me to stop complaining.

"It's nothing, Mom. But, instead of in our work, the rain situation is sometimes favorable for us to escape the CTF?"

"Favorable to escape? That means, profitable for you?"

"Don't rain sometimes make security barricades loosen?"

I was stunned to see Teja's answer to the truth. He was also very good at refuting people's opinions. Unfortunately, I'm the type of person who doesn't want to give up. "OKAY. As for the loosening security, I agree. But, the rain situation is not always favorable. I never felt benefited myself. In fact, rain can potentially interfere with vision and reduce fitness levels."

Suddenly, Teja snorted cynically. "Don't what I've heard all this time about you two be true huh?"

I looked towards my opponent talking about it. "You mean?"

"You are unconscious? The Typhoon and the Mas couple? Lately you've been the subject of almost everyone in the headquarters, Mas. They say, ever since that Rana joined us, your performance's been down a lot, Mas."

"Lho, Mas Typhoon does not need to fire a beard so dong. Besides, I'm not the one who said that. They said, Mas."

"But you're saying yes, aren't you?"

Allegedly wrong. Teja is not a debate opponent that is worth me. Just like this, he's been talking. "I didn't say that, Mom. Yeah, sorry then. I'm just trying to conclude."

"Conclude what? That Rana is not the right person for our job? If that's true, the evidence of the last few months of client demand who want to use our services both actually increased."

Teja was silent looking at me. I'm sure this time he will no longer be able to respond to my well-founded arguments. He had wrongly chosen the opponent of the debate.

"Then, what do you think about people's opinions that you're being too rash, Mom?"

"Gregap? Meanin?"

"It's your work while playing around with the victim, Mas. Don't you realize that it's high-risk? What if it gets caught?"

"It's both our business! What business are you interfering in?"

Teja no longer refuted, but from her breathing that sounded firmer, I guess she tried to hold back emotions. His gaze was again fixed forward, towards the building that was the focus of our reconnaissance. Suddenly, I felt bad for him. All this time, he was a good junior. He was always willing to listen to my suggestions, including advice related to the future.

"Already, Ja. No need to think about. Maybe what you heard from them about me and Rana has a point. Maybe it's time we retire from this job and live our lives like normal humans."

Hearing my words, Teja looked back at me. ⁇ But, not this fast either, Mas.”

If for you, maybe yes. You still need to collect savings. But, maybe you should also consider following my plan. Besides, you're young, Ja. There's still so much you can do out there. ⁇

"Group!" Suddenly Teja interrupted me by clenching her index finger into her mouth. The look returned to the front and this time his face was more serious. "Look at that, Mom!"

I haven't seen the direction Teja pointed to, I was suddenly immediately startled by the thumping sound that was heard from behind the bushes. As I glanced back at my junior, his eyes were on the bushes where the thud came from.

"That's Rama," he said, convinced.

As fast as lightning, Teja darted straight towards the bushes. Kontan, I who was not so ready, moved overwhelmed to follow him. With one footrest resting right in the courtyard of the building, Teja's thinly slender body entered seamlessly through the leaves. And, not for a second, he reappeared with his hands clutching the waist of an unconscious man. Seeing him change direction suddenly, I immediately turned my ankle and KLEK!

Damnit damnit! My leg sprained.