AUTHOR: INDONESIA HERO
Review: ZULKARNAIN MUZAKAR
Their footsteps had both been weakened but the spirit remained strong. Moreover, through the echolocation of Kahar, they had obtained a clue of a bunker. Kahar is confined to Clara, who remains faithful to accompany him.
“You said turn right ‘kan? You should have used echolocation from the beginning, Bang,” Clara said.
“I haven't mastered it completely, I'm afraid of getting it wrong. This if not forced, I will not use,” reply Kahar defend himself.
“Keep, what was that? Electricity? You're an electric eel?” ask once again to amaze Clara. “How we call you Eel-Man.”
Kahar laughed, the laughter filled his spirit again to find the secret bunker. They kept walking on the light, until the cave walls stopped pacing. A strange mural was painted on the cave wall. It was Kahar believed not the work of ancient humans, the mural was in the form of a hammer and sickle in red.
“Communists have been here?” ask Clara.
“I don't know, but what we're looking for is this.” Kahar cleared the ground, from which appeared a slightly open iron door.
“Bungker?”
“We found it.”
Kahar's door lifts forcefully with the rest of Clara's assisted energy. The hinge that had come off finally broke. It seems that this iron door used to break into him. The stairs came down with darkness welcoming them. Clara hesitated to get down.
“You sure?” ask Clara.
“I've scanned this place, nothing to worry about.” Kahar went down first, climbed every step of the stairs, Clara came later. Darkness immediately kicked Kahar wearing a flashlight after successfully descending safely.
“Where is the light button?” Kahar searched with his flashlight the light switch on the bunker wall.
“You are sure the place under this cave has electricity?..” said Clara who was cut off when she found a giant generator with the rest of the gasoline.
“It should be if there is gasoline though, the gasoline will expire.”
“We try first.” Sure enough, the generator set was successfully lit, a power source had been found and they had rekindled the breath of that place which seemed to have been abandoned for many years. Spider nests are everywhere, and the bunker wall is slightly leaking – seeps the river water. Humid and creepy, those are the two words that can describe this bunker.
In the bunker there are also tables on which there are some documents that are maintained both by time and nature. The bunker was quite spacious and the most interesting part Clara had just discovered.
“This? I've seen tubes like this in science fiction movies. The tube is filled with mad Professor's experimental creatures. In this tube there is usually water that becomes the protector of the artificial creature. But look, Bang. Glass has broken.” Kahar noticed that each lined tube numbered five. Clara said it was like entering a fantasy world.
“I began to feel bad feelings about the person I should have called my father named Zulkarnain Muzakar.” Kahar read the documents that lay on the table.
“Labo Nation Research Subject Number 3”.
That's the title of the article. All the files that Kahar and Clara put in her bag, they gathered all the evidence and hoped that one of these would lead to Kahar's father.
While inspecting all the tables, Kahar finds an old-fashioned video camera inside a wooden desk drawer. He's never seen her before. The camera is gray and well stored and looks like it can work.
“Hah? This camera, my dad used to have one model like this.” Clara opened the part of the camera that could be folded. No need to password all sorts, he could see the contents of the video stored in it.
“Kahar,” hiss Clara slowly as if in disbelief.
“What's up?”
“Kahar,” repeated once again Clara then Kahar approached her to see the contents of her video documents.
Zulkarnain Black.Mp4
“Play, Clara.” Clara's chest and Kahar's pounding. The nearly half-hour video may be the answer they have been looking for all along. Holding hands, Clara's left ring finger pressed the spin button.
Hello to anyone who managed to find this video. I'm Dr. Zulkarnain Muzakar's. Outside of this bunker, an army from an organization I don't recognize has been waiting, my time might be thirty minutes to tell you all this. They're after a DNA I brought in for evil. This DNA is part of my son, Kahar Muzakar. I hope Kahar is okay, I don't even get to say that I love him. And, if Kahar sees this video, convince your heart, son, I love you. If my son Kahar Muzakar wants a truth, I will give it.
It all started in our college years; Setiawan, Nurdin, and I. The three of us are known as ‘Tiga Serangkai’ by many people.
“How about your script?” tanya Nurdin at the faculty cafeteria. The three of us were working together on a thesis. At the end of this college year, I felt the ambition of Setiawan but I only considered it as an ambition to just graduate, but I was wrong.
“I've finished it, I think I'll be working on it soon for the thesis,” Setiawan replied.
“Analysis of the Impact of Oil and Gas Mining on the Ocean on the Environment. Your title is interesting, Wan.” I noticed a sheet of paper on the table.
“I found something more interesting than this, in a journal belonging to a former colonial Sulawesi governor official that I found in the library of the City of Amsterdam when I was an exchange student, I found a note about the sea warriors who attacked the VOC.” merchant ships Setiawan kept his script paper, starting a story about a legend he believed in.
“Laboration?” nurdin Sahut. Setiawan nodded with his excitement. “Legenda on Collaboration in South Sulawesi,” continued Nurdin.
“That's what I believe, that the Collaboration exists. He exists, he is the crumbling scribe who will punish humans with the power of the ocean,” Throw Setiawan once again.
I could only remain silent while thinking about everything Nurdin and Setiawan were talking about. Frankly, I was not sure what my two friends were talking about. I really don't believe in the legend of the Collaboration. It was only a lapse of how many months since the chat that I will always remember, the three of us finally graduated with satisfactory grades. Very fulfilling. And, work comes easily to us.
The Ministry of Fisheries and Marine Affairs invites us to work in the field of Conservation and management of the marine environment. A job Setiawan dreamed of, with this job, he could be closer to his dream to see the Collaboration. In our first year, Nurdin proposed that we should be stationed in the South Sulawesi Sea. Welded paddle tub, the wish is realized.
Also this year, we are working with the Antarctic and Southern Ocean Coalition (ASOC) to examine the DNA of bacteria found in ice sheets. The ASOC through an extraordinary percentage of Setiawan, gave some DNA samples that, to be studied because there is a similar DNA structure with fish endemic to South Sulawesi.
“We have to do it in a different way, with a different view,” Nurdin suggested at the time in a laboratory owned by the ministry.
“You only research fish, how about the ocean floor?” nurdin.
When it was remembered something, the Sulawesi Sea was one of the three seas formed from the process of expanding the continent of Gondwana in a long period of time. This time period corresponds to the age of the Antarctic DNA bacteria. This expansion process occurs due to the movement of tectonic plates which causes the fracture and separation of the continents that were previously a unit.
The process of the formation of the Sulawesi Sea occurred over a long period of time, starting from millions of years ago. In the beginning, the Sulawesi Sea was part of the Indo-Australian ocean located to the west of the continent of Gondwana. Then, the tectonic plates located under the continent of Gondwana began to move and cause the breaking and separation of the continents that were previously a unity.
The process of forming the Sulawesi Sea continues to this day, although at a very slow pace. Today, the Sulawesi Sea is one of the seas that has a high biodiversity, with many species of flora and fauna that are unique and endemic only found in this sea.
“There could be a remnant of that plate fragment if the formation of the Sulawesi sea is still ongoing until now,” Setiawan replied after listening to my explanation.
“Excellent! This we can do,” said Nurdin excitedly.
“However, unfortunately underwater exploration of that size requires a lot of funds, it may be able to spend the ministry's budget, we have to convince ASOC to return to provide fresh funds to us.” I continued with a sad look from Nurdin.
“Let me speak to ASOC.” Setiawan seemed very excited. That day I looked back at the ambition I had seen a few years ago in Setiawan's eyes.
Immediately after completing the funding proposal, Setiawan left for ASOC headquarters in Washington D.C, United States in the summer. Unfortunately, the ASOC stopped its cooperation with the Ministry of Marine Affairs and Fisheries. The funds never went down and our dreams had to come to a halt for a moment.
At that very moment, when my spirit faded, I met Maryam, the girl I was going to marry next year. We fell in love with each other, she was a charming girl and had the look of a beautiful tropical woman. It only took a few months for us to tie a promise of loyalty on the beach.
Great wedding, my coworkers were mostly present. Only Setiawan could not come, Nurdin said he was lobbying a wealthy businessman in Padang City to become an investor of our work, but for a year, he never returned. Our wedding was wonderful, although I was faced with the fact that Maryam could not give me a son. It was not a problem for me, with the shortcomings that Maryam had, I still loved her with all my heart. And, I decided to quit the Fisheries and Marine ministry because of family factors. I want to be closer to my wife.
After a year of my departure, Nurdin informed me that he was also out, he wanted to focus on being a writer. I thought it was the right decision, but it wasn't. My family's finances are not going well. In the second year of my marriage, we had nothing to eat, I had to go out to sea to fish to get on with life. My job as a fisherman is not good either. Everything was really messed up back then.
Until one morning, the door of my house was knocked, when I opened it, Setiawan and Nurdin were in front.
“Let's finish our work.”