AUTHOR: INDONESIA HERO
Collaboration: ENEMIES AND FRIENDS
In a quiet December when suddenly an attack comes, a young officer who seems to have just graduated from education runs towards the president's meeting room. His flap of hair was flushed with the wind until his scalp that remained upright looked.
Although the officer's eyes showed some anxiety, still try to calm him down. When he arrived at the meeting room, he opened the door slowly and said his greetings, “Good afternoon, Father. Sorry I'm late.” One of his superiors replied that he would let the young man sit among the president, ministers and other key people.
“How is the latest report from Jakarta?” ask the president without giving the opening word first. Bravely, he established his sturdy body.
“Pak, the state of Jakarta is getting destroyed. The monster attacks allegedly originated from the pond of the Faculty of Fisheries and Marine University Garuda Nusantara increasingly violent, civilian casualties have numbered three hundred lives. The demoted military had actually managed to repulse the monsters, but..” reported the young officer who was hesitant to convey the last thing.
“But?” ask the president again to ask for a report to be completed.
“But we don't know yet who is behind all this,” completely the officer closed his report and then sat back down.
The president who heard was certainly not satisfied. People continue to be victims, this can trigger worry and fear.
“Currently, East Jakarta became the base of the battle. Russia and the United States have sent a request to include its military, ballistic missiles ready to solve the problem, sir.” A defense minister gave a proposal. The minister appeared to be still breathing a sigh of relief among other important officials scrambling for air.
“Allowing the military of other countries to enter our territory? What's more with missiles that can add to the destruction of the region? No,” replied the president firmly. The trial was really hot, only this time a country experienced a threat not from ******* or other countries. It takes a wise decision from a head of state.
“Give up all the remote control unmanned aircraft we have,” the president orders with a bowed face.
“Please excuse me, Sir. Our drone is still in the development stage.” The young officer who was sitting quietly looked at the president who looked tired with all this.
The president raised his head, staring intently at every corner of the room, his eyes grabbing every eye of the officials present there.
His old and gray face seemed to endure a long agony said in a cold tone, “Besides Mr. Munjur as Minister of Defense, Lieutenant Hartono, and My Deputy – Mr. Rusman Abdulaziz. All here, please wait outside.”
One order from the president led the other country's top brass out without question. Hartono is worried about what Mr. President will talk about. Just this time he was in a meeting where all the members of the meeting were asked to leave.
The meeting room now has four people. Three old men who have run out of their prime, but still work for the country and a young man who can be the hope of the nation in the future. Lights off, dark. Mr. President then turned on an old projector labeled ‘Very Secret’ from inside the president's personal storage warehouse.
“Hartono, as the best graduate of the Military Academy and a young soldier who has had international experience. I think I can entrust this secret to you too, right?” Lieutenant Hartono gulped. A president would give him a big secret, it's worse than getting beat up in a barracks.
“Truely so?” ask the president.
“Ready, Sir!” answer strictly Hartono. The Vice President and Mr. Munjur sat side by side without the slightest sound. They already know what the president is going to talk about, but it is certainly stressful every time they have to hear a big secret of a country.
“Only a few people know about the power of this country, whereas a military man like you has a little more knowledge, but not all of it. In such a precarious state, a Detachment moving in a ghost-like shadow was ready to be the solution. They are friends.”
Kahar heads to his boarding house, trying to find Uncle Samsul who has been missing for nothing. Kahar's echolocation this time was completely chaotic, too much noise to listen back to the reflection of the rays. With a sneak, Kahar walks cautiously, hoping not to meet monsters or the military in his human mode.
The distance from the airport to kosan is 8 km which Kahar can travel on foot for two hours.
“I'm running out of time,” whispered Kahar to himself while resting in an empty shophouse that had been abandoned by its residents. It was only halfway through and Kahar was exhausted. So far, no monsters have been seen. There were only military trucks passing through it towards the East. If it could hitchhike, it would be faster Kahar thought. As if hope was granted, the sun that had been shining was beginning to be covered in black clouds. Cloudy. Slowly falling down.
The rain wet the city of Jakarta that is burning with fear. Now with the rain, Kahar comes out of hiding. Wearing his necklace proudly, then shouting at the clouds that were greeted by lightning.
Sosok Laborasi is now present in Jakarta city street. The military might have considered Kahar a threat, but there was no way for Kahar to reach his uncle's place. With his feet between his fingers growing like a fish, Kahar ran through the alleys. Speed increases when it rains. Wet roads are no problem. This may be a speed that surpasses that recorded in Piyambak the other day.
Fortunately for Kahar, there were no military and monsters he encountered along the way. A little more and he'll be here. Kahar now arrives at his ruined chicken porridge stall. For a moment Kahar stopped to look. He felt that there was life from inside the broken house.
“There are people? Whoever's there, I'm not the enemy, I'm here to help.” Kahar entered the food stall cautiously, smelling a familiar-looking smell. Kahar realized something. That's not human. This fishy smell was stronger than that of Antu Banyu.
“Sial!” kahar shouted as he realized he had entered the enemy's trap. Five monsters galloped towards him from the darkness. Three monsters jumped from the ceiling of the stall that was about to collapse.
The monster was more aggressive and powerful than Antu Banyu. His sharp teeth were able to scratch Kahar's armor. Eight disgusting creatures surrounded Kahar from every corner. With mounting anger, Kahar managed to grab one by one the monsters and throw them outside. Naturally, the monster revolted by biting, clawing, or kicking Kahar's body. The wound has been scratched in Kahar's chest.
Kahar immediately followed the monster with a gaping wound. The horde of monsters had been waiting for him in a vast place. With a barrage of punches and dodging the attacks of the monsters that tried to fight, the five monsters were able to crush Kahar to flatten like chicken porridge. The head of the monster was made formless by spitting out blue blood, just like Antu Banyu.
The three creatures that were about to escape to the main road tried to chase Kahar. Kahar's speed is unstoppable. I can catch that monster. He grabbed one monster, pulled its tail, smashed its back with three punches, and threw it at two other monsters. A good throw. The monsters Kahar flew by accurately landed on the two monsters that ran side by side. With a bit of electrical power propagating down the road, Kahar took out the rest of the monster's life. The flow of electricity is fast assisted by rainwater. Burned the monster to a scorch.
The action is extraordinary, but Kahar must be paid by looking at a dark black armored truck. The truck stopped just behind Kahar. Not knowing what to do, Kahar turned his back and watched a troop out complete with a long barrel gun dressed in black: a black helmet covering his head, black bulletproof armor, black pants, black armor, and black armor, all of those combat clothes were covered in black. Soon formed their firing formation. There were about ten people now who were pointing guns. Kahar's legs were trembling, he hadn't felt this for a long time.
“Shoot down!” shouted a voice so loud from inside the truck. The figure of the soldier who looked like their captain came out from the front bench.
He doesn't look like the others – without holding a weapon – and his eyes are as sharp as a tiger. He walked slowly towards the front of his army formation.
“You guys, disperse and head right wing. Let me take care of this one.” The troops immediately re-boarded the truck and were lost in the rain.
The sound of the truck exhaust has vanished. The sound of rain was heard. The wind caressed Kahar's face. On the highway now, he stands with a mysterious soldier.
“So, are you an enemy or a friend?” ask the soldier across the street.