Al Kahfi Land - Two Sides
Jakarta Megapolitan Baru Part1
Disclaimers
It's just a fictional story!
Because you want to talk about politics and power, you will definitely talk about the state, the ruler, the supporters to the opposition.
But this story is not at all to oppose or support any character or group that exists in the real world in any government and has no relationship at all because the time period is quite far.
Enjoy these fictitious conflicts wisely, may there be value and benefit to the reader.
Jakarta Megapolitan Baru City
Jakarta 2040
A MWT (Mass Water Transportation) boat, a water public transportation tool, docked at the Tosari pier next to another MWT that had been leaning. The passengers rushed down and continued their journey by land via a long bridge, to the Dukuh MLT (Mass Land Transportation) train station.
Fahri glanced at his watch, already at 11 p.m., while waiting for everyone to come down, he enjoyed the beauty of the surrounding atmosphere. The tide is attracted by the gravity of the full moon, the beautiful reflection of the lights of high buildings in the darkness of the water always makes many people happy to photograph this area with their mobile phones.
Fahri looked at the Welcome Statue far across, he recalled having been invited to watch a demonstration around the statue while still sitting on the SD bench. Now the statue looks lonely submerged in a puddle of sea water as high as two meters, even though the statue has been a witness to the history of various actions in Jakarta.
After no passengers queued out, Fahri came down from MWT down a long, deserted bridge. The pool of water next to it used to be named Jalan Jendral Sudirman, now cars and buses that used to make the streets jammed have been replaced by private boat and luxury MWT, and the private boat, it transports passengers to high-rise buildings above small reclaimed islands in Jakarta's shallow water area.
This shallow water ends at MH Thamrin Wall near Semanggi Bridge. MH Thamrin Wall is a long wall-shaped dam similar to the Great Wall of China, which stretches from the west end to the east end of Jakarta to stem the sea water so as not to continue to erode the Jakarta area.
Jakarta today is very much different from when Fahri was small. The entire former North Jakarta area and half of Central Jakarta and West Jakarta have been submerged in sea water. The former Tangerang, Bekasi and half of Bogor areas have become Jakarta areas, so that the current Jakarta area is even wider.
One thing that people did not expect in the past, it turns out the condition of Jakarta in 2040 is very far from the horror of the impact of sea water rise and decline in land height. After slumped a few years and not become the capital of the country again, Jakarta was finally able to rise to become a megapolitan city. Its progress has even made cities in neighboring countries that were previously more successful in Southeast Asia now worthy of jealousy.
But unfortunately this pride does not belong to everyone, because the Megapolitan City of Jakarta is no longer a place for all people since the regime of President Anggito Suryo came to power..
Poor people do not dream of living in Jakarta!
How ironic! All social problems in Jakarta such as poverty, slums, traffic jams and so on have been resolved, but not because of genius solutions, it is precisely the result of natural selection through government policies that make poor people in Jakarta expelled from their own land.
Jakarta is only worthy of being inhabited by those who are very rich, even if only just rich, do not dream of being able to live in Jakarta. Only people who are able to make a big house on the ground that seems to want to match the size of the soccer field only get permission to have a house in Jakarta. Vehicles in Jakarta are also limited by the year of production and price, so only new and expensive vehicles are allowed to pass on large and smooth roads that are financed by the state.
The dream of entering Jakarta also feels very grandiose for the poor, although there is no written prohibition of 'poor people are prohibited from entering' but those who can pass through the gates of the Jakarta area are residents who have electronic cards to open automatic glass doors that block them, namely those who are considered worthy to enter Jakarta.
Where do the poor people who once inhabited Jakarta live?
The regime has provided many subsidized flats (deer) for the poor residents of Jakarta in remote areas not only far from Jakarta, but also far from the city center in the area surrounding Jakarta.
Initially the regime used persuasive means to expel the poor from Jakarta, providing new settlements with various facilities and subsidies, unfortunately after all the citizens were successfully transferred, the generosity did not last long, even the small people are forbidden to make a living in Jakarta, unless employed by the big masters of the new residents of Jakarta.
Though it is not the new residents who raised Jakarta when it sank, nor this new regime anyway, but they do not want to be sick to see the view of poverty in Jakarta that has been waking up from suspended animation.
As a result, the poor former residents of Jakarta are becoming increasingly poor, those who are accustomed to making a living in the center of economic activity must find a new way of struggling to live in a foreign region whose population is equally devoid of purchasing power. Those who do not meet the halal way are forced to justify the illegal.
Regimes are so busy with development that they do not want to be burdened by the effects of poverty that is not in line with their big ideals, maybe also because they only have 5 years, he said, so that projects must be carried out immediately to fill empty coffers due to high political costs.
The regime's busyness makes the hamlet areas into no man's land untouched by law so as to nourish the criminals. Now this country has two sides that run alone.
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Fahri has been in MLT to his home in Rusun Ciawi, Bogor, West Java. He sat in the quieter back of the carriage, in order to fervently read in the heart of the Qur'an application on his phone. Although he memorized but he prefers to read to make sure his memorization is still true.
Usually, after 10pm only a few people dare to be in the rear car, but according to Fahri tonight is a bit different, the passengers of the rear car a bit more and there is a woman too. Fahri closes the app and pockets his phone, he has a bad feeling.
Fahri secretly counted passengers in the rear carriage, besides himself there were 11 passengers. To the right of Fahri, the difference of 4 seats, there was a young man with serious green hair with his cell phone. Across Fahri, an old man who looked very sleepy, he sat next to a young woman who looked restless. Fahri was sure, although the young woman and the old father were close together but they did not know each other. Other passengers sat far apart, some of them sleeping.
Not feeling the MLT train has come out of Jakarta, the young woman suddenly stood up. "Bad!" she snapped at the old man sitting next to her.
Some passengers were shocked, 3 men reacted quickly to the woman.
"Why Mother?" asked a young man in a leather jacket.
"This father is insolent, sexual harassment!" the woman was angry at the 3 men who were willing to defend her.
"Heh, pervert! Stand up!" snapped the leather jacketed youth on the old man.
"I swear not a word" the old man replied, sitting quietly in his chair.
"Gue said stand up!" snapped leather jacketed youth.
The old man still did not want to stand, the patience of the young man in a leather jacket ran out, he pulled the collar of the old man's shirt to stand before him, the old man was frightened.
"I deliberately sat near the parents to be safe, but this father even touched me," said the woman half-crying.
"You don't just accuse me!" the old man did not accept.
"My money! You perverted old man!" sniffed the girl.
"You're slander!" snapped the old man harder.
Youth in leather jacket clutching the collar of the old father's shirt stronger.
The green-haired youth directly held the leather-jacketed youth to calm him down. "Propay mas! Be patient! Let's ask first. Indeed, viral again, there are old fathers from Cikaret who like diem harassment to girls in MLT. Well, that guy's dad, right? Take a look at your ID card" he asked the old man.
"Do you want to see my ID?" ask old man ngeyel.
The young man in a leather jacket was upset, he pushed the old man down to the chair behind him.
Fahri continued to notice the events unfolding before his eyes without reacting. All the sleeping passengers woke up to hear the commotion, but they were also just watching like Fahri, unwilling to get involved.
"Father anyway, asked to be kindly unwilling," said the green-haired young man while helping to wake the old man to stand up again. "Can I see the ID now?"
The old man had no choice, though doubt he had to take out his wallet, his index finger went back and forth looking for ID between the cards and the thick sheet of money in his wallet, he looked for it for quite a while.
Another young man who had a piercing in the nose suspected the old man was deliberately stalling, he grabbed the wallet. The father was shocked, for fear that the money was taken, he tried to take his wallet.
The action of the grabbing of the wallet made the young man pierced in the nose angry, he pushed his body and pressed the body of the old man to the corner of the window.
"Damn it, you think I robbed your money?" asked the young man pierced while showing the wallet he managed to snatch, then the pierced young man looked for someone else to check the father's wallet, he looked at the passengers watching, he looked at the passengers who were watching, the choice fell on the neat young man in a white shirt.
"Mas, please find out where this pervert lives before we send him to the police, check his wallet!" the pierced youth order.
"Yes, you! Help see this father's ID card. I quipped, he thought I was a thief," the young man teased the old man.
The neat young man immediately approached, he brought the wallet to his chair to look for the father's ID card calmly.
DUER!!! The leather jacketed youth punched hard the thick glass MLT, all eyes looking towards the sound.
"It's not important to see the ID! Just gebukin!" snapped it.
"I'm not doing anything!" shouted the father.
The young man in a leather jacket pushed the old man's body until his body hit the MLT glass. "Snake me you? *******!"
The green-haired youth immediately embraced the leather-jacketed youth to calm him down. Another young man in a black shirt who had been watching stood up to help calm things down, "Sir, apologies" he told the old man, then he turned to the woman, “Udah is mbak, sorry aja.”
"Mas! He lives in Cikaret!" said the young man wearing a shirt while handing the father's wallet to the pierced youth, he did not return to his chair.
Fortunately the woman looks unbearable, maybe worried 5 young men who surround the old man will judge him. "Enough mas! He's learned a lesson, go back to his wallet, don't need to be apologized."
The young man poked back the old man's wallet, then said, "already, now you've moved to the front carriage, continuing to get off at the nearest stop before this mbak changed his mind. "
The old man said he quickly pocketed his wallet, he wanted to leave the back carriage immediately because of fear.
Suddenly Fahri stood holding the old man's steps.5 young men who were still standing with the woman looked astonished.
"The five including the woman, are all plots! Turn this father's money!" fahri orders while staring one by one the young men who stand, including the woman.
"You mean what the hell?" asked the green-haired young man.
"Reverse the father's money!" snapped Fahri.
The green haired youth laughed. "Bangke! A bit of a whiz in front of his granddaughter Jet Lee, you? Want me to run, just call me?" said the green-haired youth while showing off strange moves. " I'll count to five, if you don't run, abis lu! One! Du.. Adawww!"
Fahri had grabbed the green-haired young man's wrist and twisted it until the young man's body turned back to him, then Fahri bent the young man's elbow.
"sick! It hurts! Pain, Bang!" shouted the green-haired youth.
"What the hell is it, mas? Am I confused?" ask the neat young man in a white shirt who looks like he wants to break up.
Fahri instead kicks at ************** young man in white shirt, he collapses on his knee while holding the affected part of his body.
Youth jacketed leather ride apitam. "Lu'm looking to die?" threaten him while taking out a penknife from behind his jacket.
Fahri pushed the green-haired youth towards the leather-jacketed youth, nimble the leather-bound youth dodging so that the green-haired youth fell over without touching him.
The young man in a leather jacket came forward as he grabbed his folding knife 2 times to the empty area, his movement pattern quickly read Fahri, before he made a false threat the third time, before he made a false threat the third time, fahri's fist entered very quickly breaking the young man's nose.
The young man in a leather jacket fell, he groaned in pain while holding his nose covered in blood, Fahri kicked the dropped folding knife to get away from the reach of the other youths in front of him.
The piercing youth and the black-shirted youth simultaneously attacked, but Fahri's movements were much faster, as if facing a slow motion movement, he said, fahri easily dodged the blow and at the same time he snatched the earrings on the nose of the pierced youth, then his elbow struck hard the jaw of the young man in black clothes so that he fell.
The pierced youth screamed in pain, he crouched down while holding his bloody nose, Fahri immediately kicked hard on his head so he collapsed. After that Fahri approached the young man in a leather jacket who was still trying to dry the blood that continued to pour from his broken nose.
The jacketed young man advanced while punching Fahri, but the pain made him unable to respond to the fast movements of Fahri who knew already holding his head.
DUER!!! Fahri banged the head of the leather-jacketed youth onto the MLT glass so hard that the leather-jacketed youth collapsed.
Fahri approached the green-haired young man who was still stunned to watch his friends being beaten up, the young man looked very frightened. Fist Fahri quickly approached the young man's face, so pasrahnya, the green-haired young man closed his eyes, he could feel a gust of wind around his face, it turned out Fahri withstand his blow.
The green-haired young man opened one eye to ensure his safety, Fahri immediately grabbed the green hair to the level of his waist, then dragged the green-haired young man walking closer to the woman.
"sickness, Bang! It hurts! Forgive me!" shouted the green-haired young man, he huddled down to follow Fahri's steps so that the jubilant did not make him too sick.
Fahri stared at the woman who looked terrified.
The young woman quickly held Fahri's hand. "Sorry brother, please don't report us to the police" he stammered.
Fahri did not answer, he continued to stare at the woman with a fierce face, then tightened his trap.
"sick! Pain, Bang! Woy, he asked to return the father's money, ****!" the green-haired young man shouted at his friends.
"Reverse the father's money!" the woman's orders on the white-shirt youth.
The young man in a white shirt immediately limped over to the old man and returned the money.
Fahri approached the father, his hand still holding the hair of the green-haired young man, "check first sir, something is missing?"
The old man counted his money. "Everything exists. Mas, thank you yes, fortunately there is a sampeyan," said the old man.
"Together, Sir. Thank God, you are protected by God. Better if traveling at night do not sit in a quiet car, prone, sir," said Fahri.
"Yes, next time I'm more careful to choose a place" said the father.
"Bang, pliiiis.. pelein dong, the money has been reversed," persuaded the green-haired young man who was still crouching because his hair remained grasped Fahri.
"You have to take it to the police" Fahri said.
These criminal gangs immediately pleaded with Fahri not to do it,
"No, Bang! InsyaAllah if released I will be penitent and diligent prayer deh," persuaded the green-haired young man who had seen Fahri read the Qur’an.
"Hmm, this time you guys I let go, but now keep the same I used to, later at the nearest stop you all get off. Inget! I no longer want to squirm your actions anywhere, if you meet again, you all certainly know what I will do. Hear it!"
"Alhamdulillah, understand Bang, but why am I still being picked up, Bang?" asked the green-haired young man.
"Eh Gulali! Do not forget your promise, penitent continues to pray diligently" Fahri said while removing his trap on the green-haired young man.
"Yes Bang, inshaAllah. Help pray also Bang, let it be istiqomah," said the green-haired youth while kissing Fahri's hand who seemed to try to hold his gelatinous smile.
"Yes understand Kak, we promise not this again, sorry," said the woman followed by kissing Fahri's hand and then the father's hand, then gave a code to his other friends to follow his attitude.
Fahri was just threatening, actually he was lazy to bring the criminals to the police. He very often faced events like this, due to chronic poverty that hit the country. After all, reports from poor people will usually only be recorded without settlement, other than if crimes occur in large people.
The MLT fast train is no longer a comfortable train escorted by officers as it was when it first appeared. MLT has become a means of transportation for citizens of the goat class, a slovenly train full of criminal events. After the commoners were willing to replace their motorbikes with public transportation or willingly empty the road for the convenience of the dignitaries, what was the point of seducing the commoners?
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