AUTHOR: INDONESIA HERO
Collaboration: CONTROLLING
Sunday morning, a quiet afternoon. Kahar woke up a little late today due to fatigue working last night. Kahar actually hopes that someday he can work more regular hours and does not need to work overnight anymore.
Kahar immediately got up from his bed and rushed to the bathroom to take a bath. After taking a bath, she put on her pre-prepared clothes and then went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
In the kitchen was written a message from uncle Samsul:
“Good morning or afternoon sleepyman, there are instant noodles in the closet.”
While waiting for the hot water in the teapot, Kahar calculated his savings in his wallet. He smiled at the amount of money he had accumulated from the salary he had received during his two weeks of work. He hopes to add to his savings again in the following weeks.
With the savings accumulated from the salary he received, Kahar feels calmer and confident that he will be able to achieve his goal of finding and solving the mystery of Kahar's father's disappearance.
After breakfast, Kahar felt fresher and ready to spend the rest of his Sunday relaxing. However, relaxing it was not so he got. Twenty messages on his cell phone broke the morning silence.
“If you're awake, let me know, there's something I want to say.” The last message Clara sent thirty minutes ago.
“Iya I'm up, just come.” Send Kahar. Only ten seconds later, the message was read and immediately replied, “Otw.”
Clara came with black eyes. Obviously he was sleep deprived. However, Clara did not want to rest for too long. He came to Kahar's boarding house with an idea he wanted to convey to Kahar.
“Hai Bang, I came up with a pretty amazing idea. How do we train your superpowers like I said last night,” Clara said as she approached Kahar who was sitting on the floor watching TV.
Kahar turned towards Clara with a confused face. “What do you mean, Clara? What super power do you mean? Last night I thought you were just kidding,” asked Kahar curiously.
Clara smiled. “Yes, the superpowers you just got after yesterday's incident. You remember, right? When you turn into another creature with white skin and cool armor,” explains Clara.
Kahar was skeptical. “I don't know, Clara. I don't feel like there's anything different about me. Even I felt exhausted when I changed yesterday,” replied Kahar doubtfully.
“No, Bang. I'm sure it's your superpower. And, I think we should train him so that you can use him better, I'm sure this is also related to your father,” Clara said.
Kahar seemed to be hesitating. “I don't know, Clara. I don't want to get involved in such strange things. I know everything that's going on is weird, but superpowers? Not first,” replied Kahar firmly.
“But Bang, this is an opportunity we should not miss. We don't know when your superpowers will reappear. We don't know what you can do with that power. We must make the most of it,” Clara's argument in a tone that is no less firm.
"I don't believe in that superpower, Clara. This is just nonsense," Kahar replied in an annoyed tone.
The debate is heating up. "I don't think this is superpower, Clara. I don't believe in that superpower. I don't want to train him" Kahar said in an unwilling tone.
Clara was upset by Kahar's non-open-minded attitude. But he did not want to give up easily. "Bang, you have to trust me. We can do a lot of amazing things with this super power. I'm sure you'd like to find your father's whereabouts, too. This might lead one step further" Clara said excitedly.
Kahar paused for a moment, then looked at Clara with a thoughtful look. "I don't know, Clara. I'm not sure if those superpowers can really help people,”.
Clara understood Kahar's feelings. He knows that superpowers can be used as weapons by irresponsible people. But he didn't want to give up. "You can use superpowers to help people in need.You can help people affected by natural disasters, or help people trapped in difficult situations. You can be a real hero, who helps people and doesn't hurt them" Clara said.
Kahar was still hesitating. He wasn't sure if superpowers could actually help people. But he also did not want to reject Clara's offer just like that. "Alright, I'll think about this again. But I can't promise that I'll agree with you soon" Kahar replied. Clara smiled with relief. At least Kahar did not immediately reject his offer. He was convinced that with enough time and effort, he could convince Kahar to practice controlling his powers.
After going through a debate that is quite draining. The circumstances became awkward, the two people fell silent freezing the language. Only the meowing Opan kept asking for food rations.
"Opan, get your master to practice" said Clara.
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The weekend is over, Monday greets Kahar. He had to go back to college with his remaining spirit and still think about Clara's invitation yesterday. Kahar's head has exploded with all the things that are encountered in Jakarta, ranging from photos of his father who stores coordinates, poetry 'internation', a sacred necklace containing superpowers that are very believed Clara, nightmares, nightmares, and, the scales that Professor Setiawan is researching, and the changes that Kahar is experiencing.
All those secrets must have an answer, Kahar is sure if all this has something to do. Kahar seemed to walk on the mystery that kept coming.
Monday's lecture began at 10 am, but Kahar realized that morning had set foot in the Faculty park. He wanted to calm his mind there. While sitting alone, came Clara without Kahar guessing.
They were now staring at the pond that was located in the middle of the garden. They were silent for a moment, recalling their first meeting that took place a few months ago.
Now, they were sitting in the faculty garden watching the same pond. Clara still remembered how shocked she was when she drowned there.
"Thank you for helping me at the time" said Clara, smiling at Kahar.
"It's okay" Kahar replied casually. "I'm glad I could help you."
Kahar remained silent for a moment. He was reminded by Clara's suggestion yesterday, Kahar's heart had now opened to practice controlling his strength. Kahar prepares to tell Clara about his desire to train his superpowers.
"Finally, I will continue to support you, Bang." Clara held Kahar's hand and began to caress Kahar's hair which had now grown long.
"But I'm not sure what my strength is." Kahar rested his head on Clara's shoulder. Clara's hand continued to caress Kahar's hair. It is clear that Kahar is very tired of being constantly buffeted by the mysteries that come. Kahar wanted to know what was at the end of the road and who was Kahar.
Kahar finally decides to agree to Clara's suggestion of practicing controlling her powers because last night had thought hard that surely this superpower had something to do with Kahar's father.
"But where can I learn to control this power in Jakarta?" ask Kahar.
Clara thought. He recalled some of the places he had explored in Jakarta. Sure enough, there are not many places left in Jakarta without residents. A suitable place to train his superpowers Kahar.
Their confusion solved Zico who suddenly came. It seems like it is Zico's habit to come like a ghost without cueing.
"What are you doing?" ask Zico.
"Find a quiet field of no humans," Clara replied directly as she scratched her ear.
"For?" ask again Zico.
"Place for our final assignment, me and Kahar need a big place and nobody's looking" Clara lied. Kahar sneered cynically. He didn't think Clara was a good liar.
"I once read an article about the island of Piyambak in the Thousand Islands group. The island is empty without inhabitants, reportedly the island is haunted."
"Calm down, Clara is familiar with ghosts" Kahar said.
Clara laughed and asked for more information about the island of Piyambak. Zico happily shared the articles he read on the internet.
"Piyambak Island, a place of execution without occupants."
That's the title of the article. Instead of being afraid, Kahar and Clara became excited. Zico could only smile at the sight of his two friends. It's been decided that the two of them will leave on Thursday when there is no class.