AUTHOR: INDONESIA HERO
ELABORATE: POETRY, NECKLACE, AND MYSTERY PHOTOGRAPHS
It's been a week since Kahar started trying to solve the mysterious poem his father had helped Clara. The poem always made them curious, because they were convinced that it held a secret that they wanted to convey to Kahar. Kahar continued to read and think about the poem, but he could not find the answer. He was frustrated, because he knew that the poem was a clue to the father's disappearance.
Kahar initially wanted to ask Samsul's uncle for a poem and necklace, but since he first met Samsul's uncle, Samsul's uncle had advised him not to think about Kahar's father.
Kahar did not want to disappoint his father by not being able to solve the mystery of the poem. He kept trying, but he felt more and more desperate every day. He did not know what else to do, until he decided to ask the help of his neighbor, Zico.
“No need,” said Clara when Kahar gave Zico the idea of asking for help. However, Kahar believes that Zico is able and able to keep a secret.
“Alright, but please don't tell me about your father. Just say you were asked by the lecturer to break this poem. Understood, Bang?” clara's Request.
Zico, who was at his boarding house, was pleased to accept Kahar's request, and immediately began to read the poem. He observed every word and line in the poem, trying to figure out what Kahar's father really wanted to say. After a while, Zico seemed to find something.
"Aah!" exciting Zico. "I seem to know what this poem means!"
Kahar immediately approached and asked eagerly to know. "What did you find, Zico?"
"This poem is mantra-style with word repetition. I feel that ‘laborasan’ written in this poem refers to a person. I'm not sure who the Collaboration is, I can't find the meaning on KBBI. This is likely not just a mantra-style poem, but rather a veritable mantra" Zico replied.
Kahar was surprised and still did not understand the meaning of his father's poetry. Zico also seems to have given up deciphering further. The poet drunk could no longer afford to add one glass of poetry. Kahar read the poem again. His eyes were fixed on the word ‘laborasi’.
“You still want to be here?” ask Zico. “I have to go to college, I have class in 30 minutes.”
Kahar thanked Zico. He put his foot home. Uncle Samsul's kosan was very quiet. Today there is no class and uncle Samsul has gone from morning.
“Succeed?” ask Clara from the short message app.
“Not really,” replied Kahar who was still paying attention to Poetry.
“I think we made a mistake. We focus too much on the poem. What about that necklace and photo?” ask Clara.
Kahar was shocked when he just realized his carelessness, the gold necklace he had never touched since he was in the bag. He finally realized something was missing.
“Clara, can you pick me up? We have to go to the library.”
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Kahar and Clara were in the city library with great expectation. They want to find information that can help.
“Why do you think this library holds the information you need?” clara asked while stroking a book.
“I'm not sure, but it's worth trying.”
They walked down the halls of the library, observing every book on the great shelves. Clara picked up some books she thought might have something to do with what they were looking for. Two hours they were in the library, not a single book discussing Kahar's ancient necklace. Clara was desperate, she was tired and wanted to go home. Clara thought that if the necklace was magical or whatever it was, the information about it would be hidden and would not be easy to find. Clara's flush of boredom suddenly dries up when she accidentally reads a book's title.
“Wait a minute?” exciting Clara.
“What's up?” Kahar stopped his steps.
“You're from Browser, Sulawesi isn't?”
“Iya”
“I think this is what we're looking for,” said Clara as she found a book called “Tradition Labo-labo Bajo” by Dr. Ruddin, Kahar immediately approached him and they began to read the book together.
“You're right, I'm from the Bajo tribe.”
After reading a few pages, they found an information about a sacred necklace similar to the one Kahar's father had. According to the book, the necklace was made of pure gold and contained a gemstone believed to have special powers. The necklace was presented to the ruler of the Sulawesi sea by the Bajo tribe so that their journey was sanctioned.
Kahar and Clara were stunned by what they read. Kahar felt increasingly interested to know more about the sacred necklace.
“I think it's just a fairy tale,” Clara said. He sat with his laziness. For a person who does not believe in ghosts, such a tradition would not be believed.
“No, I'm sure it's more than that,” let Kahar defend himself.
"Alright, but what does the word ‘laborasi’ mean in your father's poem?" ask Clara. Kahar. "I don't know either. I wish I could find it here."
“This!” clara's finger pointed at a half-torn page. Clara was really quick to find something, even though she didn't care.
Kahar's eyes went straight to Clara's fingertips. At Clara's fingertips it says “Dan, as the sea rages, the spokesperson destroyed the Collaboration came..,” the page is not intact. Incomplete information disappointed Kahar.
“Sial,” curse Kahar. Kahar kicked down the table, and people looked at Kahar and gave a silent gesture.
Kahar still looked annoyed and said, "But my father wrote the poem, Clara. I wonder what she wrote before she went missing."
Clara understood Kahar's feelings and said, "Then, let's go home to your place and see your father's picture. That's our last lead. Maybe we can find something useful. I'm gonna steal this book, too, and you don't protest." Kahar nodded and rushed home with Clara. They hope to find answers to their questions.
On top of the motor, Kahar just kept thinking about the word ‘juru destroyed’ it. The mind becomes unsettled. I can't think of anything good. The more he discovers something, the more it becomes a mystery.
Clara who was riding a motorcycle felt something strange with Kahar. “Then we completely lose the clue. I'll just take you to Dr. Ruddin,” said Clara at the red light intersection.
The sun is shining quite hot this afternoon, Jakarta road as usual, jammed. Kahar became a little calmer and said, “You know his home?” ask Kahar.
“No,” reply Clara aborted gas pull motor.
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Kahar and Clara arrive at Kahar's boarding house in hopes of finding answers to their questions about Kahar's father's poems and necklaces. They had a clue of a book torn from the library. Kahar immediately took a photo of his father that he had hidden in his notebook.
Kahar and Clara go to great lengths to find clues in Kahar's father's photo that could help them unravel the mystery of Kahar's father's disappearance. Unfortunately, they only found a photo of Kahar's father wearing a black shirt with damage to the face that was standing next to the man who only entered half in the photo. As time went on, they felt frustrated at not finding anything useful.
"It's not fair" Kahar said in annoyance. "We tried hard, but found nothing that could help us."
Clara tried to calm Kahar down by saying, "Calm down, Kahar. Don't give up just yet. Maybe we should look at this picture from a different perspective."
Kahar sighed and looked back at his father's photo carefully. Shortly after, he accidentally split the photo into two parts. “Gosh!” yell Kahar. Clara noticed the photo split in two and realized there was something. And sure enough, behind the photo, they found a coordinate point: -3.4539332, 103.2249098.
"What's this?" asked Kahar in surprise. "How can there be a coordinate point here?"
Clara was also surprised by their discovery and said, "This is impossible. But it seems that this is the answer we are looking for. Let's try to figure out what this coordinate point means."
Kahar and Clara immediately begin to figure out what the point of the coordinates they found behind Kahar's father's photo. They hope to find the answer they are looking for. Clara agrees and together they begin to figure out what the point coordinates mean. They hope to find the answer they are looking for.
When finding out where the coordinates were headed, Clara was surprised to find the coordinates showed the Musi river in South Sumatra. Kahar could not hide his anxiety. All the clues they found still did not provide any clarity. If possible, Kahar wants to now also leave for South Sumatra.
“Don't be too ambitious, remember your purpose here for what, most importantly, remember your mother,” said Clara dampened Kahar's desire.
“Can also and want very possible, it's just a sequence of numbers not clear.”
Kahar sighed and understood. He knew that Clara was right, but he was also eager to go to the Musi river to find what was hidden behind the coordinates.
"Alright," said Kahar, "I'll finish this semester first, but after that, I have to go to the Musi river."
“I will also read the book we stole from the city library. And please, Involve me,” Clara said with a blushing face.
Kahar agreed, his face flushed. “What is your face?” sindir Clara's.
“You first!” reply Kahar. The counterattack that left Clara speechless. They both laughed now.
After finding the coordinates that might be the whereabouts of Kahar's father. Soon Kahar returned the photo where he had hidden it.
“There's one more thing I want to show you. I'm sure you can now I trust,” said Kahar after finishing taking a picture of his father.
“What is it, Bang?”
Kahar took off his shirt. He showed a stomach full of muscles. Clara couldn't believe what she saw. Clara's eyes were wide open. His heart rate grew stronger as Kahar approached him bare-chested.
“Are you ya-kin?” Clara asked stammeringly.
Kahar looked at Clara with confidence. He approached Clara. When Clara's hand was about to hold the chest of Kahar's field. Kahar turned his body. Clara was really shocked, she was shocked and scared to see the scales of the fish Kahar had.
“I used to be known as a fish boy,” Kahar said explaining his bleak past.
Kahar's face was covered with his hands. He was a little embarrassed to point out his flaws to Clara. He always felt inferior because of the scales, but Clara did not seem to bother him.
"Your side is beautiful, Kahar," said Clara, "never feel inferior because of it. It's part of you and makes you unique."
Kahar was shocked and moved by Clara's words. He felt as if the burden that had been pressing down on his heart was lifted. Clara grabbed his hand and looked at him sincerely.
Only this time there is a accept Kahar's existence with scales other than his family. Kahar looked back at Clara and held Clara's hand back. The two men get closer, their lips almost meet in a bond of love, until
“Uncle home,” greetings uncle from outside directly opened the door and found Kahar and Clara alone.