The Tetuka Adiwira

The Hikayat Negarakrtgama Ihwal Tujuh

I should've jumped in pleasure because Erika invited me to meet four eyes. When will this opportunity happen?

But a split second my mind floated, the result of the answer coming out of my lips became contradictory. “But, I think I haven't been able to find the right time,” I reasoned.

“Please, Mr. Country,” heard a reply to Erika's clear voice.

Damnit damnit! Defense's collapsed. I could hear Erika's pleading voice. “OK, okay .. give it an hour or two. I was stuck in traffic. I think the next two hours are in the afternoon. I need coffee to stretch my muscles.”

“Sip, Pak Negara. Thanks a bunch, I really appreciate it. I know the right coffeeshop for our meeting. Immediately notify your position one hour ahead Mr. Country,” Erika replied excitedly. There's clearly a change of face across there. I could even hear him smiling widely without needing to see him.

All right, I really hope that coffee and Erika will really ease my muscles.

Erika Dermawan Tan her full name. Although she was always introduced as Erika Dermawan, without mentioning her last name. Having known her for a long time by intersecting in various events, I knew that she was a twenty-seven-year-old woman. This age is a mature age for a woman in her career and life. His body is actually not too slender, even including containing in my opinion. However, since she is quite tall when compared to the average female and female co-workers I generally know, her posture looks very balanced. His elegant manner of dress also supports every appearance: he often wears a shirt covered with official blazers although still fashionable, paired with pegged pants or slacks in mushy colors that show off his ankles.

Her skin is so bright. I never really dared to pay attention to the color of her white skin, or sometimes it looks like fresh pear when in a television studio.

However, I dared to look at his pair of clear and shining eyes. The upper part of her eyelids is beautifully curved, while the lower part is flat: the rising sun is visible from the ocean. The pair of eyes widened when excited, but narrowed when smiling.

I can really look at him because in every interview, connection and interaction is very important to show my seriousness and sincerity in giving answers and statements. So, indeed, it was during those times that I really enjoyed the face of an Erika Dermawan.

Her beautiful face was firm and cold. However, I suspect it was just part of the imagery as a reporter and host of a talk show. Finding her smiling widely or sometimes laughing, I was sure Erika was actually a sweet woman.

His pair of eyes that ‘neutralize’ model of his face is firm so that in some angles will look sweet side. Although he rarely laughed, his smile was able to melt the situation. The corners of his eyes would be wrinkled and narrowed so as to make his firm face become friendly and soothing.

So here it is now. Two hours later Erika Dermawan was sitting in front of me, a Negarakrtagama. We faced each other and faced each other at a small round table inside a small but incredibly comfortable coffeeshop, Le Petit Cafe. Erika's choice to meet was really right. I even half wish this was a date. If my heart and brain weren't this messy and good.

“Pak Negara, thank you very much you are willing to meet me outside the television show as we usually meet,” Erika opened the conversation after sipping a little cappucino. I nodded and sipped my black coffee so many times that it was almost toilet.

“Actually what happened, Sir?” without a shadow he was straight to the point.

Now Erika is breathing. “I know, I heard in detail the story from all the journalists. You know, sir, now the news has appeared on all television stations?” Erika also seems to start using informal spoken language. More relaxed.

“Then, why need to talk to me?” ketus. I was a little sorry after answering him in such a language style. However, how else, my thoughts and feelings are in a mess.

“Pak Country, I want to get the details coming out directly from you. We don't have to pretend anymore, we both know that you're part of this phenomenon. You have to explain to me what you saw and what really happened, Mr.”

Erika's explanation made me explode. He could blame me!

“You mean, I have to testify that the superhero really does exist and I have to lick my own spit? I must admit that my whole theory is wrong?” my voice was higher than I expected. I momentarily forgot that the beautiful woman in front of me was Erika.

Erika's pair of beautiful eyes spontaneously widened. “Sorry, Mr. Country. Again sorry. I never meant it that way. I will not force you to tell me if you do not want to. Look, Mr. State. I want to be honest with my father if I am just as shocked as you are. If I had seen it with my own eyes, I would have behaved like my father. It may even be worse.”

Erika took a breath. He didn't seem to want to stop talking.

Sure enough, he continued, “I am an adherent of Pak Negara's theories. I read all the books you wrote. I watched and watched almost all of your conversations and interviews on any television station. I was the most excited when I got the opportunity to interview you. I am practically a fan of my father. I believe all the theories and explanations that you propose, not only about the superhero, but almost all the issues and phenomena that occur in our country.” Erika exhaled, like she was regulating her rumbling heartbeat.

“Well, can you imagine how I felt when it turned out that the father was reported and reported also participated as an eyewitness to the emergence of the superhero? Especially during the father disappeared – sorry Mr. State, I call disappeared – news went wild. Father name called continuously – constantly. So, again I apologize. It is not my intention to accuse the Father. Forgive my inappropriate words, Mr. State. We're on the same side Mr. Country.”

If I hadn't, hearing this would have been my jaw dropped to the bottom accepting the fact that Erika Dermawan said that she was my fan. Want me to soar in excitement like a teenager. But I realized right away. It's not a matter of romance, but Erika is just a smart woman who shares a similar mindset. And that mindset is represented by me, my thoughts, and my theories.

Why is it so messy and messy of me today?

“I am a doubter and always want to know everything. That's why I'm involved and devoted to journalism. Then when I became a journalist, all the social problems I faced seemed to get answers from your explanation, Mr. State. You are my hope all this time,” continued Erika.

Her sweet face was once clouded by her own gala feeling.

My muscles relaxed and I started to relax. My originally tired brain now feels light. The effect of caffeine in coffee is very strong .. or the presence and words of Erika is what actually gives this kind of comfortable effect. Finally I opened, my defensive fort had been successfully penetrated.