Nagara Nusantara's
The Prologue De La Nusantara
I found a boy standing in this cold darkness. Somehow, when the dark clothes and dull face it managed to disguise its existence. Ignoring her, I also smelled the nostalgic scent of— jasmine flowers trying to thin the rotten blood from the surrounding human carcasses.
Using memories, I explained this darkness into an endless white corridor, also fading the mysterious figure like a ghost. Looking at it for a moment, no one would have expected that this bright corridor had harbored many tragic stories.
Moving on “body”, I traced this subtle illusion to look for clues and other gaffes anything that could comfort me from this endless cycle. It was at this time that I found a rectangular window attached to the left side of the corridor, revealing a room with white pads that enveloped its walls.
Observing the room that resembled the detention of the mentally ill, I found a hospital bed with various medical equipment surrounding it. Surprisingly, not a single soul occupied it, it's like it's just used as an exhibition from my memory.
Continuing the journey, I again found a window—kini revealed a ceramic walled room that resembles a classroom, with 13 seats for students. Observing “teja guru”, I also found a small pot holding a white lily, challenging the flashing lights.
The next window revealed a grassy room with walls showing off his natural paintings. Not only that, a white gazebo was also present dominating the center of this room.
Distinguishing it from the previous room was the presence of a boy in the robes of a hospital patient who was occupying the courtyard of the small building. The legs bend upwards, as well as a fairly long black haired face attached to his knees. He looks lonely.
Not long after, an iron door opened from the right side of the room, presenting a daughter— also robed patient— who pranced towards the man. Unfortunately I could not hear what they were talking about from behind this thick window.
But observing the expression and gesture of the red-haired girl, apparently he wanted to invite the boy to play with her. After a moment of refusal, he gave up his body to stand up and was led into the iron door while holding hands with the girl.
*Brt*
Do you want to wake up from this nightmare?
Sensing the intrusive shock of consciousness, I found myself standing right at the end of this corridor, still with the gazebo room in front of me. But I had to reshuffle my consciousness in the meantime as soon as possible, especially after sensing the presence of a creature figure right behind me.
For a moment of gathering sanity, I slowly twisted this intermediary to swallow the scene that seemed straight from hell. The previously bright and dazzling corridor had now become dim with the flickering of lights revealing patches of blood flow and lifeless body piles. Young and old, doctors and prison guards.
Behind the bloodshed, I again felt the familiarity of this gloomy figure. A blank look but her gaze was fixed on the bloody corridor. The bloodstained wall laughed at him, mocking the abomination in killing his own brothers.
But different from him. The thought that had been poisoned by the scent of blood made him unable to discern laughter and crying, grateful for the chronic suffering and grudges that were finally resolved.
“Five more.”
Like a broken robot, he repeatedly said both words. The dagger that dripped blood on his left hand had been used to slash various vital organs of man easily like pieces of cake. But it can not cover the various wounds of slashes and shots all over the body, as well as blood flowing out of the ears, eyes, nose, to his mouth.
Are you willing to give up this sheer nightmare, or are you willing to force your sanity to reach the end of everything?
The question came to him. The nightmare that returned repeated until it made him numb to get used to it. We as human beings always stand on the verge of death and life. He just wants to settle the grudge that has been buried since the tragedy's birthday.
The betrayal of his “protectors” made him want to resolve that anger. Watching the bloodthirsty and death-thirsty man's face made me realize that I was lamenting a mirror. He is me.
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“…”
I woke up from that nightmare. Opening both eyes, I found my real body lying on a blue mattress, staring at the steel sky with the huge screws holding it back. This room was so foreign that it took me a moment to realize where I really was, in a cruise ship cabin.
“That dream again.”
Grabbing the watch lying on the table on the side of the mattress revealed the needle in a 10:12 position. Successfully collecting the remains of my life, I forced this sweaty body to wake up from the kapok island trap, before taking out a white bottle standing next to my watch.
I took out a few small white pills, before putting them on this dry tongue. Waiting for a moment while drinking water and stretching, the tremors that had previously spread throughout my body now began to subside.
“...In a moment we will arrive, Jackie.”
Finishing a cold shower, I wore a dress resembling an office worker, a white shirt and black trousers accompanying her. Putting personal items into a gray backpack, I checked a black suitcase lying in the room's door.
Seeing him motionless made me breathe a sigh of relief, knowing no robber wanted to enter this room, even with the key and chain attached to the wooden doorknob.
*HONK!*
Arriving on the wooden deck, I met another passenger who was preparing to go down the ship. Among them were a couple with their two children, a young man in a flower shirt with sunglasses and a straw hat, and a group of workers preparing cargo among thousands of other passengers.
It's pretty hot today. I could see a variety of colorful umbrellas scattered over the deck, protecting passengers from the fierceness of the dry season sun. Behind this crowd, I also found a land that was getting closer.Port dock with its luxury buildings, as well as orange marker that leaned on the hillside behind it—Port Kusumajaya.
Shortly after the ship docked, me and thousands of other passengers began to enter the harbor building using one of the garbarata that bound the ship's hull. A clean white marble floor, various towering steel pillars, as well as a central atrium opening mezzanine with welcome markers hanging from the ceiling captivated my attention.
Under this frying pan, I walked out of the port veranda towards the vehicle parking building. Surrounding her, I searched the parking number on the photo of my phone, finding a black sedan with a male figure leaning against it… You don't need to be that formal with red batik and roses hanging from your shirt pocket.
“Tuan Dika's. Welcome to Kusumajaya.”
He introduces himself as Roland, the personal driver of a figure named Mr. Kotaro. Using his V8-engined car, he apparently sent Roland to save me from this sun attack. Opening the back door, I slowly put down my luggage, before occupying the left seat with a treat in the form of a bottle of cold tea.
“Thank you, Roland.”
“Honour is in my hands, Mr. Dika.”
Leaving the harbour area through a highway that cuts through green hills, the journey takes about 15 minutes to replace the coastal landscape with the city center and the various skyscrapers it has. I also invited Roland to play a local rock album, where he started tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the song.
“Is everything smooth in Vienna, Mr Dika?”
“Migration and Nikita conditions are quite good.. If all goes smoothly, then we can build a strong foothold at the beginning of November this year.”.
“...It looks like the arrival of Mrs Nikita will also be a birthday gift for Mr. Dika.”
“Not wrong.”
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I found myself entering the Cakra Raya District, an area that has a reputation for the existence of various elite housing and shopping centers especially along Kalimas Road. Of course, Sunday makes the visitors swarm this location like a storm laron.
“Roland, can I get off here?”
“Hm? You want to browse Kalimas, Mr Dika?”
Apparently Roland caught my desire to appear under the heat and this sea of humans. How not? It would be wise if I also blend in and observe the local atmosphere when wanting to study this city.
“Although so, I can not expel worries over what they will say to the Master later.
“I will take care of it... Is my destination still far away?”
“About three kilometers to the east.”
“Alright... Thank you for taking the time to drop me off, Roland.”
“While, Mr. Dika.”
Lowering my backpack, suitcase, and body, I observed Roland's car driving slowly leaving me alone in this crowd. Turning around, I traced this red-brick path to begin my expedition and reconnaissance mission.
Along the way, I met various shops, ranging from supermarkets, boutiques, jewelry stores, grocery stores, supermarkets, to malls that rise between everything. Sailing through a sea of humans, I took a left bow to avoid all this hustle—found myself entering a small path.
Its width does not reach two meters, has not been reduced by various plant pots, cardboard piles and plastic boxes, to small but clean gutters on the left side. Ignoring it, the indented position caused a windowless shopping wall to cover this small street segment, hiding it from the outside world.
Therefore, it is not surprising that this “gua” will feel lonely abandoned by the travelers out there. But this silence also hides something that is enough to arouse my hair. Something is not right will happen here soon.
“KYAAA!!”
“...Long lifespan.”
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