COOLDER
WONDER 9: WANTING TO BE AMONG THE WISHFUL
Oh, my God, this is so horrible. I've entered the portal, it's circular in shape with a length that I can barely see where the edge is. I don't know where to hold, there's nothing I can hold in here. Until when will I be in the free-fall position as I am now. This is very scary, and if it takes too long it will be boring.
“Dema.. have you noticed?” Still no answer. Ever since that incident in the lab, up until now, I haven't heard her voice.
Oh my god, what else? In front there is a branching path, to the right and left. I prefer to go right, because good things always come from there. I adjusted my body, making it tilt slightly towards the right.
PAUSEAAR!! His voice resembled a lightning bolt with a large scale, striking haphazardly.
Ahh... What happened? My body is stuck between these two branches. Though my body had been perfect to be in the right, but suddenly it was like there was a magnet with a strong pull, pulling and forcing me to go in the other direction. From two directions pulling each other, it made my body feel like it was about to break up. I can't do anything but endure until it's all over, or I'll die in this pain.
KRAAAK!. oh my god... KRATAAK!! Aaaa... All my body immediately went limp, already giving up after feeling this tremendous pain. My body was pulled strong until it almost broke off.
But, the pull that I felt just suddenly started to weaken. It seemed, one of the branches was already unattractive to me, my body had already floated lightly without any weight and there was already no strong pull from the other side. My vision had now started to blur, from the tip of the eye, I could see someone also drifting into the other branch. Who is that guy? Did Brother Reza also follow me into the portal? Not yet finished my question, the portal path on the right branch is now pulling me into it. WUUUUSSHH....
***
“Yes, I found it in a pile of garbage mountains in the South area sir.” I opened my eyes slowly. My back feels very painful. “Eh a minute sir, the boy is awake.”
A middle-aged man, wearing a yellow vest and a cowboy— hat walked up to me, held my arm and helped me get up— leaned me on a block of cement. He gave me a bottle of deep blue water. “Minum son. It's water, you don't have to worry about anything. You are safe here,” he explained after seeing me hesitatingly accepting it. The uncle sat next to me, watching me from top to bottom. “What happened, and what brought you here son?”
“I went in to find my Father and Brother uncle.” I tore the bread and ate it, until it was gone. The uncle stood up again, pulled out a tool that looked like a clam earlier, then spoke quickly—tel someone to come here immediately.
He came back to me, asking “Are you able to walk?” I looked at him and shook my head. I felt if something was wrong with my body right now, it felt different from before I was pulled by those two branches. The uncle suddenly went away, not knowing where.
I don't know how many hours I've been down and unconscious here, or how many days I've been here and been unconscious for. As far as the eye could see, there were only piles of trash mountains, there were also some huts that looked like some people were chatting with each other.
“Halo sweet child.” A grandmother between the ages of 60 suddenly appeared and greeted me. “Halo is also granny,” I reply while smilingly greeting the grandmother. He then took off the farmer's vest and hat he was wearing.— sat next to me. “Did we ever meet son, before?” The grandmother looked at me with her narrowed eyes. I replied, “I just got here grandma. I just moved.”
Grandma's gaze immediately turned into a sad look. “You were banished from which island son? What mistake did you make that made them throw you to the bottom of nak?” The grandmother was curious about where I came from, but I could not answer and so I just smiled at every question she asked.
“He is from Singgede Island mbok.” Someone immediately interrupted our conversation suddenly, making the grandmother instantly stop talking. We both looked at him. “Gosh, what bad thing is going on to make Mr Talon come down to Ruang Island during the day?”
Someone named Talon bowed before me, saying that he had come to pick me up. “This child needs my help mbok. So sorry for interrupting keasikan mbok chat with this child earlier.” The man in the white coat called out to some of his servants, telling them to help me. One of the servants immediately took out a white disc like a wheel, pulling it from both sides and bimsalabim, a wheelchair was already in front of me.
Talon gave the order, “Help the boy to ride!” The servants immediately quickly raised me to sit on the wheelchair they made. “We go first yes mbok. See you on another occasion.” Talon smiled, then took me away. Before the waiter could push, I first asked where I was going to take them. “Trust me, you are safe with us nak.” Talon grabbed my wheelchair, told her maid to step aside.
Talon told me she was going to meet someone I know, “She is also waiting for the time you will meet. He shouldn't have stayed here, but someone closed the road that should have brought him back home.” An oval-shaped plane was flying low, waiting for the arrival of the Talon. An oval shaped plane, with white color with gold colored stripes makes it look elegant.
I was brought in. It turned out that this plane was more magnificent from the inside, it looked very luxurious. The interior is laid out and arranged very neat and symmetrical, all look fitting and spoil the eyes. I stopped at the push, Talon moved to stand in front of me. “Welcome inside....what do we call it?.. ah, welcome to Kencana.” Talon explained, as I was pushed by his servant.
“Maybe it's enough up to here that I explain it to you son. You're tired too, I know. My waiter will take you to the room. And sorry can't accompany you straight to the room, because I have to make sure we fly on the right track.” The talon immediately turned back after explaining another two to three sentences.
I was taken to the room. The servants helped me get out of the wheelchair. “It's best not to trust too much in anything Talon says son!” I looked at the waiter. “Talon is not as good as what he did to you today. I don't know what he planned.” I asked him why he told me.
Can I trust this waiter?
“Trust or not, it's up to you son. A father who has lost his son will not lie.” I just kept quiet I couldn't say. The servants are now perfectly gone, only I am alone in the room.
“Dema, are you awake?”
No more answers. What Roki did to Dema, to make her unconscious since then. I really want to talk to him about a lot of things.
***
“Nak. Are you going to sleep all day, and just skip their welcome?” I opened my eyes. I was already in a wheelchair, and was being pushed through a road that was on its right and left side filled with a sea of people.
“They all know me?” I didn't stop looking right and left, seeing everyone cheering me on.
“Of course they know you, you are the guest they are waiting for nak.” Talon explained only briefly. It is still unclear where the direction of my wheelchair is pushed, to a good thing or even vice versa.
Me, Talon and his servants arrived at the big door of a castle. The castle has to the same elegance with the design of the plane that I rode earlier. With a height of about 800 meters, with white color decorated with gold color patterns, making this castle look magnificent from the front.
The castle door was opened from the inside. “King has been waiting for the arrival of Mr. Talon since long ago sir,” someone who opened the door told. Talon just nodded, she walked behind me—pushed my wheelchair. Talon whispered into my ear, “This is gonna be so much fun, son. Trust me.”
My wheelchair walked forward. We walked in the castle hallway. Every about five to seven aisles, there is a door to another room, and with a wall lit with candles.
My wheelchair stopped moving. We arrived at a door, the size of an adult human. Talon's waiter pushed that door. Look at someone sitting on his bright white throne. That person stood up from his throne—walked towards me while widening his hand about to greet me. He was an old man wearing a white robe with a crown on his head.
The old man was now a meter away from me. He bent—aligned his face with me. “What happened to you son? Why are you sitting in a wheelchair now?”
“Do I have to—” BRAAKKK!! Suddenly the sound of the door slamming from behind me.
WUUSH!....WUUUSH!..BUSH. A strong wind came with someone running around inside, blowing fiercely around me, making the old man and Talon stay away from me. The wind instantly stopped, a 15-year-old boy standing before me. “Kak Amed!.jeez, how did you get in here? And... sister why?” ask the boy.
How did this kid know me, and I still haven't mentioned my name since coming here. “Your sister hasn't seen us both Miko in a long time, give your sister time to think and take this all slowly,” the old man told me. “Good Dad. Forgive Miko yes kak.” The boy smiled at me, then BUUSH!! The boy disappeared so quickly.
The old man walked behind me, pushing my wheelchair closer to his throne. “Later when the time comes. You'll sit there.” He pointed towards the throne.
I shook firmly. I came and entered this world not to be a prince or more. “I came to find Father and Miko, to bring them home,” I explained to her. The old man's face instantly turned sour, he told Talon, “Bring my son into Talon's room! He needs a break to think about it.”
“Good noble.” Talon pushed me— down the hallway until I was in the room. I helped her move to the bed. “King is very funny, it could-can he make you a king if walking alone still hangs others.” Talon chuckles—away from my room. It seemed like what the waiter said about the Talon was true, he was not as good at the beginning. I need to be more careful.
I threw my back into bed. It turns out I'm nothing compared to the vastness of this universe, just a human being sitting in a wheelchair. “What theme are you still not aware of as well? Much I want to talk to you friends.” I sighed, what happened to Dema and myself now.