AUTHOR: INDONESIA HERO
Tagged: BOOKWORM
^^^Poems and necklaces were found with unanswered mysteries. This doesn't explain anything. The first meeting with a professor could be the key to the father's existence, whipping Kahar's spirit.^^^
One day after yesterday's incident, Kahar still couldn't help but be embarrassed when discussing it with Samsul's uncle. Uncle Samsul only laughed as Kahar told him about him jumping into the pool, until Kahar's bad experience with a towel.
“Come on, this is Jakarta. Should uncle say ‘welcome to Jakarta’ again?” ledek uncle Samsul while enjoying his black coffee.
Kahar could only remain silent and still not believe what he was going through. It turns out that the city of Jakarta is indeed as hard as that for her who is so innocent. This morning uncle Samsul will soon go for sustenance. Before that, Uncle Samsul was about to buy breakfast for the two of them.
“I'm it, Uncle.” Kahar volunteered to buy breakfast.
“Are you sure? You won't jump into the pool again ‘ right?” ask once again uncle Samsul who was still discussing the matter yesterday.
Kahar laughed and continued to snatch his blue jacket hanging in the closet. Kahar came out of the boarding house located at the end of the alley. He searches around his boarding house where the dining looks crowded. After walking not far, Kahar found a chicken porridge seller with visitors who were quite crowded.
“It must be delicious.”
Kahar without thinking for a long time immediately entered. He ordered two packs of porridge to take home. The servant served him kindly, and let Kahar sit for a moment.
Kahar sat while watching his cracked mobile phone at the top. While being focused, in front of him was a man of his age. Kahar felt like he had seen her yesterday, but he could not remember. The man also noticed Kahar, he smiled kindly before opening the conversation, “Halo, you must be the new boarding uncle Samsul?” asked the man approaching sitting next to Kahar. Kahar turned his head towards her, preparing for a little pleasantry.
“Iya, actually I am uncle Samsul's nephew,” Kahar said.
“I Zico Zahara, from Indonesian Language and Literature Education third semester. Ignore the name Zahara who looks like a woman. I'm your next door neighbor.” Sodoran Zico hand immediately Kahar welcomed. This was the first time Kahar had met a normal person.
“I Kahar Muzakar, Marine Science. New student. Greetings, yes.., Bang.”
Zico didn't seem happy to be called ‘bang’ his forehead immediately scrunched up.
“Zico, call Zico only.”
Kahar nodded in understanding. After talking long enough about the lecture and Kahar did not discuss the pond yesterday.
“You like poetry?” ask Zico.
“No, I don't like to read or write poetry.”
“You should read at least Widji Thukul's work, he's an activist who went missing about twenty years ago.”
The conversation that should have been simple, given that they had just met, had become heavy since Zico had discussed poets and his work criticizing the government.
Kahar's head started to heat up, wanting him to leave immediately.
“Excuse me, Mas. Chicken porridge two.” Fortunately the porridge order was ready. Kahar immediately said goodbye to Zico and went home. When he arrived at the boarding house, Kahar told about his meeting with Zico.
Uncle Samsul said, “Be careful, he often drunk poetry.”
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A month has passed. The lecture was finally officially opened. Two thousand five hundred freshmen were accepted. And, among all the new students there is Kahar Muzakar who is ready to sail in the Department of Fisheries and Marine Science. Kahar walked alone to the campus over the kertapati bridge. Since the sinking of Clara, Kahar has never again explored the campus.
“Looks like I don't pass over here again until I pass.”
Kahar went down the corridor, reading each class sign. He's looking for class 2.5. Unfortunately Kahar has never entered the faculty building. It was frustrating not to find the class she was looking for. There came a scream that Kahar could recognize.
“Kahar!” the voice of the girl shouted from the end of the corridor.
Kahar turned around, from the tip came Clara quickly with a red shirt and a plain black shirt and trousers. Kahar exhaled heavily upon seeing the girl.
“Hai, I love your shirt,” greet Clara mince words.
“Wah, I haven't seen you in a long time. Ever since I last met you, I've never seen you.”
“I forgot to ask for your number.” Clara gave me a blue-sea phone.
“Sea blue? I like this color.” Kahar put in his number. Clara looked very happy, there was a longing that might be buried in her heart.
Kahar and Clara both walk in search of her class. After going up and down the stairs, they found her class on the fourth floor. Classes with two doors, air conditioning, chalkboards, back-along seating arrangements, and projectors were crowded with other freshmen who were ready.
“We sit in the back only.” Kahar immediately agreed to Clara's invitation. Kahar is a little nervous and in this class only Clara is unlucky.
“Do you have any friends?” ask Kahar.
“New you.”
“Good.”
Kahar just kept quiet listening to everything Clara told him. Clara's mouth was like there was no fatigue, she told him about all the trivial things. He only stopped after an old professor came. His stature was thin high with hair that stayed white, gray. Long fingers. His eyes were extremely sharp, only with eyes could he make the entire class silent.
“Good morning everyone, introduce my name Prof. S.Pi., M.Si. You call me Professor. I am a lecturer Introduction to Fisheries and Marine Sciences.” Whole class is silent. Of the thirty students, only Clara gave an applause.
“Thank you.”
From inside his black leather bag, the old Professor pulled out a yellow map containing the names of the new students this year. One by one the names are called.
“Andika Pratama.., Lisha.., Good.”.
She was named Clara, “Clara Lautina.” Clara immediately raised her hand proudly and shouted, “Hadir!”
“Lautina? Really born to enter this department, interesting.” Kahar laughed at Clara's last name.
“Hadir, Prof.” Professor Setiawan's eyes looked at Kahar's eyes. He felt something unique from the name ‘Muzakar’.
“Where are you from?”
“Sailer, South Sulawesi, Prof.”
“Muzakar? Zulkarnain?” the Professor's voice sounded slowly. Only Kahar could hear it.
Kahar was shocked, he remembered the name, Zulkarnain. His father! Zulkarnain Muzakar's. Why did the professor mention that name. Does he know Kahar's father? Kahar. From his mouth a question leaps.
“Do Professors know that name?”
“Let's meet me in prodi.” room Professor Setiawan looked still surprised.
Clara looked at Kahar curiously. Kahar looked back at Clara with a hopeful look with Professor Setiawan. Kahar points towards the book, marking on Clara to study first.
The class started with an hour-long lecture then a question that could suddenly be given to anyone. The whole class who had just entered the world of lectures bowed lethargic, hoping that Professor Setiawan's finger did not point.
Only Clara and Kahar remained steadfast, raising their heads until the class was over. The two men just stole Professor Setiawan's attention. Kahar who had learned from afar could answer all the questions and Clara did not want to lose. He explains all the scope, concepts, and benefits of this course.
“You're great Book Lice,” praise Clara.
“you too.”
Classes are closed with an individual assignment. Mixed feelings filled the hearts of the students. Beyond all that, Kahar wants to see Professor Setiawan immediately to ask about his father.
The other students were busy leaving the class and left Kahar, Clara, and Professor Setiawan tidying up his belongings. Kahar comes to the Professor, followed by Clara.
“Excuse me, Prof,” said Kahar. Professor Setiawan. Raising her face and looking at Clara and Kahar.
“Zulkarnain Muzakar, yes I know him. But I hope he's not the one you call dad,” explained Professor Setiawan. Kahar offered a picture of his father that he took the other day.
“Cannot.” Professor Setiawan becomes convinced that the Zulkarnain Muzakar that Kahar seeks with whom he knows is the same.
“I came out first, it looks like it's sensitive.” Clara is about to leave the classroom, but her hand is held back by Kahar.
“I need you.”
“Zul, so I called him often. He worked for me as a lab assistant a few years before he got married and went home. A year I didn't hear from him until one night he came to me nineteen years ago to leave this.”
Professor Setiawan pulled out a necklace that looked like an amulet. The necklace is gold, with a triangular decoration in the center decorated with green gems.
“This may be yours.” Professor Setiawan gave the necklace. The look on Clara's face was so astonished to see the beauty of her necklace. Kahar took the necklace and did not put it on immediately, he kept it inside the bag for later viewing.
Not finished. Professor Setiawan had not yet moved from his seat on the chair while taking out a worn-out piece of paper containing a poem. He looked at Kahar and Clara standing in front of him.
“I don't understand this poem at all,” Professor Setiawan said. “Kahar, this is a deposit from Zul, before he disappeared that night,” completed Professor Setiawan while handing the paper to Kahar.
Kahar was surprised when he received the paper. It felt like he had a new mystery to solve. He opened the paper and began to read it:
“Laboration bend the sea
with storm spells
And the dead, die
And the living
live on
Collaboration, life and death
die and live again
Collaboration live.”
That poem Kahar and Clara couldn't understand. Kahar was confused while reading the poem. He felt a message that was about to be conveyed through the poem.
“Thank you, Professor,” said Kahar as he looked at Professor Setiawan with gratitude.
Professor Setiawan smiled and nodded. He was happy to be able to give Zulkarnain's care to Kahar.
Professor Setiawan said goodbye to Kahar and Clara. Kahar still did not stop saying a thousand thanks. The old man for once looked at Kahar before going missing from the eyes.
With the poem, Kahar gets another clue about his father. Kahar promises to keep looking for his father and bring him back so they can be together again.
“If you're pleased, tell me,” please Clara.
“Iya.” Kahar tells Clara about his father who disappeared since he was in the womb. After being given a necklace and a poem by Professor Setiawan.
"Jeez, Kahar," said Clara in surprise. "We have to find out about the relationship between the necklace and the poem given by Professor Setiawan. Maybe it can help you find your father."
Kahar and Clara immediately discussed this further. They try to find out about what really happened with Kahar's father and why he gave his son a mysterious poem and necklace through Professor Setiawan.
They had a long discussion and eventually came to the conclusion that the necklace and the poem might have a deeper meaning, and might be able to help them find Kahar's father. Kahar and Clara soon find out more about this and attempt to unravel the mystery.
“I know someone who might be able to help break this poem.” Kahar said.