The Tetuka Adiwira

Hikayat Negarakrtgama Ihwal Twenty Five

After she finished calling the police station, Erika walked back towards the sofa.

“Why did you help us, Tetuka? What is the purpose of your appearance?” Erika asked as she sat back down right next to me.

“Your journalist's blood seems impatient, Erika,” Tetuka said.

Erika understood the meaning of the words of the Tetuka. He smiled thinly. He has absolutely no intention of using this opportunity as his media product. Hurry up, Erika explained.

“This is all off the record, Tetuka. I'm like the public in general just thirsty for information about you. I'm speaking here representing myself and Mr. State himself, as part of the society you saved, he said, and not journalists or anyone else trying to take advantage of the information I can sell about you. ” Erika goes on to explain.

“Let's just say we have the same vision,” Tetuka said.

“You mean?” this time I asked.

“During this time, it was you and Erika who supported me in my efforts to eradicate crime and defend the oppressed people.”

My eyes seem to shine upon hearing this answer, “So it is true that your goal is to fight evil and defend the truth?”

Tetuka nodded. “Can be said like that. Simply put, I do not like to see the arbitrariness and excessive use of power. Let alone enslaving others with the power that certain groups have.”

“But where can we be sure if your way is by using violence outside the legal legal channels?” I continue the question.

Tetuka walked over. His two hands that were originally folded were now straight beside his body. Both of his hands were clenched.

I sat up straight.

Erika opened her mouth as if immediately wanting to correct my question, “Sorry Tetuka, we mean how do you uphold truth and justice, while as if you are against the law itself. We do not intend to doubt you.”

“I know it, Erika.” Tetuka was standing not far from us.

His movements that we originally considered as a form of tangent turned out to be the opposite is his way to familiarize himself and more relaxed.

“I have never been a hotshot and asked to be praised and hailed like a superhero like the media mentioned earlier. I don't know the concept of a hero or a superhero. But I understand very well that there are many people out there who are oppressed by people or groups that are more powerful but vanity. I also understand very well that I have the strength and ability given by the Power to be used properly. Here's what I can do with what I have.”

The Tetuka explanation seems to have summarized all our questions about what exactly is the purpose of its emergence in this country. Everything mysterious about him in just a few sentences seemed to be answered already. Erika and I seemed to know that there was no need to ask more deeply about her actions and her attitude towards the law and power of this nation. What Erika and I had been thinking about all this time was exactly the same as her.

The Tetuka was just someone who was very sensitive to justice and kindness. The state's despotic attitude towards its people, corrupt officials, high crime, and chaos caused by irregularities make a Tetuka itching to make a contribution. The method may not be legally justified, where the law itself was created to create order. But if the law itself has been defiled, there must be another way done. I cannot justify his own vigilante actions, but sometimes it is necessary to have ‘hakim’ and the ultimate enforcer of truth appearing outside the law that has been tainted itself.

I might have a similar tendency to have that kind of power. In fact, it may be more severe and may be used arbitrarily. The Tetuka was clearly using her power for what purpose.

The Tetuka who has been clearly seen in front of me has long hair of dark black responsibility which although not neat in my opinion does not show hostility, instead showing its wibawa. He was wearing a black hoodie whose arms were rolled up to his elbows. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a pair of boots. The hoodie was sticking out of his back.

“Hmm ... is it true you are immune, Tetuka?” Erika suddenly asked.

The woman could not help her curiosity.

“According to you, Erika?”

“Yes. I saw the iron hammer that Pak Negara smashed into your head mentally,” Erika said.

My blood rippled hearing this. Turns out I didn't get it wrong. My hammer was right about his head.

“I've also seen you shot in the video footage I watched. You don't even get hurt at all with that sort of drag.”

The Tetuka was unmoved by Erika's words and also sounded like a lure.

“What's your skin doing? I mean, how thick are you against guns?” asked Erika excitedly.

Erika was more interested in asking her questions, while the Tetuka just smiled. His face still looks so firm.

Erika looked at. We know that the Tetuka did not seem willing to answer these questions.

Erika was still too curious and changed her question. “What else is your devotion? You can fly, move quickly, and be strong. Can you disappear?”

“I can't disappear, Erika,” Tetuka smiled back. Outside of estimates, it seems that he is even happy with this question and answer game.

“Do you have any weaknesses? I mean, like the kryptonite that weakens Superman, or the hair that was cut to make Samson weak?”

“Or a golden bullet like Pitung?” i added.

It seemed like Tetuka could not help but laugh. He opened his mouth and really laughed. His simple, yet sincere, laughter made me as a man envious of how powerful this person's authority was.

“My weakness is when people no longer need my help and I no longer trust them. Therefore, to kill me is easy, just keep me away from the people, I will die slowly. I am not a god and not a God, I can be weakened and killed by anyone who is evil. But as long as the good and the people are on my side, I will not lose.”

It seems I've heard Tetuka's statement, but I forgot where and by whom.

The statement of the Tetuka in this regard does not seem to me to answer Erika's question about the location of her hospitality because she only answered philosophically.

The Tetka retreated, then opened the curtains and shifted the glass window of Erika's apartment room while saying, “I think enough of our encounter this time Mr. Country, Erika. I heard the footsteps of the police officers heading here. See you back. Please take care of yourself.”

The figure of the Adiwira darted out through the window that opened as fast as lightning by leaving the sound of the wind.