The Tetuka Adiwira

Hikayat Negarakrtgama Ihwal Thirty Two

It was in Erika's room that the conversation between me, Erika and the Tetuka really took place. This is the ‘-only’ meeting that was once between us, and uniquely it turned out to happen quite smoothly.

The Tetuka showed her friendly attitude. The look on his face was warm, though it could not be said to be smiling or overly friendly. Normal enough, not fierce let alone intimidating. In fact, for a figure with such strength, being intimate should already be a matter of course. The proof, those who have power, almost certainly puff out the chest and make others become non-humans.

I sighed, understanding why Erika was still suspicious of the Police and its members.

Erika reluctantly invited the Tetuka to sit down. However, it seemed that the figure of the Adiwira was more comfortable to stand, like a soldier, a knight who was always ready under any circumstances.

On this occasion, the special Tetuka came to ask what exactly I mean and Kompol Janaka who was recently reported in various media, especially the television station where Erika served.

So it is true, that the Tetuka did pay attention to the media as well. Various questions came to my mind. So where does he really live? An index? Own house? A contract? A fortress? The cavern? A technologically advanced facility in a pulah in the middle of the Java Sea? How do I ask him this?

“Honestly, I have actually explained to the State that this idea is very bad,” Erika stood up from her seat. He now uses the pronouns ‘aku’ to Gatotkaca. The pronouns he usually uses when talking to me. I cringe. I hope none of them see it.

“It’s literally a bad idea. I wonder why the State thinks like that. Moreover, Janaka is not necessarily trustworthy. We know what kind of police. You know better,” he addressed this sentence to the Tetuka. Again, Erika used the pronoun ‘Kamu’ for ‘Anda’ to the Tetuka. Erika clearly felt that there was a certain closeness in our relationship and the Tetuka, so it seemed to sound more familiar and close.

I smiled wryly hearing Erika's reason being said with such fanfare.

The Tetuka glanced at me, then smiled at Erika, “Related Erika, I need this explanation directly from Pak Negara.”

I think that's the first smile we've ever seen from the Tetuka. Or, I don't know, maybe he had smiled before, but because it was in a different atmosphere and circumstances, I don't really remember it.

Erika sat back down, folding both her hands on her chest with a semi-suffering face. It still stinks in my eyes.

Inevitably, I explained everything to the Tetuka. However, the main purpose of all my interviews with Erika and my communication with Kompol Janaka was indeed to be able to meet the Tetuka.

I started from the explanation that the people deserve to know the identity of Gatotkaca the Tetuka. This is actually based on the reason that at least people are not careless, fooled by the thoughts and images they have made about the figure of the superintendent and their savior. Besides about the right of the public to all information, Erika as a journalist should be more understanding about it. All he was talking about was grunting. Erika couldn't argue. People need to know the truth, the truth. Good when good, bad when bad.

The Tetuka did not react. But the look on his face still radiated warmth. So, back to explaining.

“And honestly, I don't want to stand alone, Tetuka.” I looked towards Erika.

Erika looked back at me. His originally hard face suddenly softened immediately. He almost smiled. It seemed, the impact of the words I said was on his heart. He knew I could not have acted alone without his decision and consent.

I again explained that I also did not want the Tetuka will only be rumored, used its name by various parties to seek profit on this phenomenon. Especially the political elite and the rulers. By raising myself, my hope, our hope, the Tetuka can explain everything to the public, including the reason for her actions.

“I don't need to explain anything about my actions to anyone, Mr. State. Why do you think I should do it?” the Tetuka asked. Although the question means a challenge, but in fact he conveys it still in a peaceful and friendly tone.

“I actually agree with you, Tetuka,” Erika said slowly. Then he looked at me, with a pair of eyes that were no longer full of fatigue. It seemed that Erika was begging me in her tone and gaze.

”Country, can't we just leave Tetuka like this. There may be some actions that are not in accordance with the law, but do we not need to doubt his intentions?

I looked at Erika patiently, “Erika, you also know we are on the same side. I also support Tetuka,” I reacted to Erika's statement then returned to answer the Tetuka's question, “I will not ask you to do what you do not want. To be more precise, I dare not ask you to do what you do not like. I, um .. we, beg you to give us a little information. This is a request that our hope is not a dream. The public has a right to know a glimmer about you. Although you may not feel like a hero, but we already consider you as a liberator, a knight and a warrior who can help us fight against arbitrariness. We just need a little heart conditioning. With your appearance officially, people will be able to be slightly treated by knowing that they are indeed side by side with a real figure, not just their hopes and fantasies.”

I kept blabbering about explaining everything as best I could. I have absolutely no intention of forcing San Tetuka. I just want him to consider this. If he disagrees, I get an answer, like what the figure of the Tetuka is. Who knows, he really wants to be mysterious and do everything by himself.

There was a moment of empty space formed after my explanation. The room was quiet. Although only a few seconds, but it feels lonely.

“Pak Negara, tell Janaka that I will give you the opportunity to communicate. In a few moments I will visit you. You should also have communicated this to Janaka. Good night Erika. Good night Mr. Negara,” the Tetuka sliding glass windows and immediately shot into the air disappeared between the buildings and the density of the building, into the dark black space.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

That thunderous sound muffled everything today.

Somehow hundreds or even thousands of hot lead mystic grains were spewed out from the muzzle of the rifle and gun that afternoon. Mimis sharp leaping wildly stoned the body of the Tetuka. The murmuring whirring of the hot lead seemed to crash into an impenetrable magic steel fortress. Unlike Abhimanyu in the world of puppetry that stuck hundreds of arrows Kaurava troops in the battle in Kurusetra field, the drizzle was only able to tear the clothes of the Tetuka, the, make it tattered but without being able to scratch the skin at all.

I didn't think this would be the case.