The Tetuka Adiwira

Hikayat Negarakrtgama Ihwal Six

I'm Negarakrtagama. That is my full name which consists of only one long word, not separate into the State and Krtgama. Although not a few wrote my name by dividing it into two words. Too long their reasons.

In some cases, my name is a problem because it consists of only one word. Call it for identity data such as passports.

However, in fact, I think my father was smart enough to give me that name. My name was actually taken based on a book of evidence of the history of the Majapahit nation's glory. Mpu Prapanca wrote it on lontar leaves as a kakawin or style of rhymes typical of ancient Javanese literature in 1365 AD or 1287 years of saka. The book of Negarakrtagama contains a story of the success of the Majapahit kingdom and details of its power throughout the archipelago and Southeast Asia today during the reign of king Hayam Wuruk and Patih Gajah Mada.

There might be great expectations as well as showing off my father's background knowledge. I don't know. However, my father's ‘madness’ in naming doesn't stop there. My younger brother who is a dozen years old is also secured with ‘nyeleneh’.

My sister was named Pararaton.

Pararaton which in ancient Javanese or Kawi means “Kitab Raja-Raja’ refers to a book of Middle Javanese literature that tells about the history of the kings Singhasari and Majapahit. Both books, both Negarakrtagama and Pararaton are part of the important historical sources of Singhasari and Majapahit kingdoms as part of the history of this great archipelago.

I don't understand what happened, but it seems my father was shocked by the name. My sister the Pararaton, commonly called Para, was often the source of my father's anger. The child, although still a toddler, was able to make my father's mess and make the atmosphere of the house chaotic. Over time, my father felt something was wrong with my sister Para, but I had no idea. At the top, my mother left me and my father, went with Pararaton. My mom and dad separated.

After the death of my mother and sister, anger was often directed at me. Search by search, my face is very similar to Pararaton even though even when Pararaton was still orotic. So my father always saw Pararaton's face on my face. I never knew what made you so horrified to see Pararaton.

Sometimes it was inevitable, I thought that this name was too heavy for me. The extraordinary meaning behind my naming base became a kind of burden. But on the other hand I am also very proud, especially if as a person I can prove that big name with my own qualities. It is not a matter of financial success, but rather the function and personal usefulness of this for the nation and the public in the archipelago.

So here I am now. A young man in his thirties who has become an expert, theorist, social critic, a lecturer and scientist, writer and speaker of various social-related problems. In addition, I am also quite popular in the field of television as a speaker who sometimes also meets with politicians and critics of various scholarship.

“Can you tell me what you saw earlier? What really happened?”

A reporter woke me up from the daydream.

I'm guessing he's in his late twenties. This man was also an eyewitness to the incident. We both saw clearly when the police general was snatched away in the middle of a group of journalists and police. Journalists are pursuing news about the issue of case manipulation and unlawful acts and corruption that are hitting the general.

Then, what about me? Why am I here? Maybe destiny. Maybe it was my destiny that led me to be one of the eyewitnesses to this extraordinary event.

I don't know why my leg took me to the Police Headquarters. There is a sense of wanting to listen to the many journalists who flock in the Police Headquarters like ants in the sugar distribution. Maybe at first I just want to listen to – anyway my job is as a listener – directly this crowd. There is also my desire to meet journalists because every time I see the crowd of journalists and their equipment, I feel close to Erika, the idol presenter at heart. And look what's happening now?

“Sorry, I think I cannot comment,” I replied then coldly.

“But sir, weren't you at the scene at the time ...?”

“I said I can't comment! Answer it yourself, you are also in place. Why should I ask?” I answered with a sniff.

The reporter gave the gesture to his tall cameraman to make our interview just off the record. He seems to want to save my face in public. Maybe because he felt the same way as me, too shocked.

I left a big gurgle at the Police Headquarters, got into my car and drove east. Go leave this place. I just want to keep driving my car somewhere, just get out of town. I don't know when, I don't know where, for some reason. Without the reporter's efforts to save my face in the public, my face could not be saved. I was shocked, I was shaken, I was confused where I should put my face again. No, not in public, but in front of myself. I now question all the assumptions I originally believed in. I can't imagine what's going to happen, what else is going to happen.

It's no longer a problem I have to lick my own saliva and turn around to acknowledge the existence of the superhero in public, but then there's a bigger problem that will follow after that. Political and security issues.

Who is this guy really? Is it really a superhero, a subtle creature, an alien, a successor? Wh who? The thought raged in my head. Unknowingly I had driven for almost an hour, faltering on the jammed road as usual.

Suddenly the name Erika for the umpteenth time appeared in my head. At a time like this his name and face even appeared arbitrarily in my brain. My hands are crawling towards my phone. There was a very strong urge to contact him without me knowing the exact reason.

But when I managed to touch my mobile phone, immediately my android phone screen lit up with a picture of Erika's sweet smiling face plastered across the screen. I'll lift up soon.

“Halo Pak Negara?” his distinctive voice filled my head cavity.

“Halo Erika's. Just wanted ...,” I canceled the intention to say that I just wanted to contact him.

“Which father is now?” the man is like a mash. It seems that he did not notice the sentence I did not finish earlier. Mercifully.

“What happened, sir? I heard from a lot of reporters in the office. Everything's splashy. In the next few minutes all the television stations will be broadcasting this news. Edo says that the father is there.”

“Edo?”

“Oh .. reporter pak.”

“Oh, yes,” I know now that Edo was the reporter who interviewed me and I finally snapped.

“Can we meet today, Sir?”

“You mean the interview on television? Frankly I still ..”

“Not Sir, personally, four points. I really need this information. I can assure you this has nothing to do with television shows. Off the record sir. Father don't worry. I hope you are ready.”