METAPHYSICAL WAR
The last king of Tarumanagara
Descendants of the last King Tarumanagara.
The latest black corolla brings Raduma to a place north of Cirebon. Sunda kingdom borders with the Javanese kingdom in the past. After talking and spending a few hours in the car, Raduma and the mysterious man arrived at a large house with a large courtyard and a high fence.
People passing around the house will not be able to see the yard of the house, let alone see the door. Everything is all closed, some pets are seen to the right of the yard with a large cage, adjusting to the size of the animals in it. There are peacocks, Bengal tigers and deer. As soon as Raduma's legs came out of the car, the first he saw were the animals. Raduma does like tigers but seeing it more closely turns out to make him a bit afraid as well to shudder.
“Raduma, let's go in," asked the messenger man known as Hamim, when he saw Raduma looking at the tiger who was opening his mouth.
“Oh yes.”
Soon Raduma followed Hamim's footsteps walking towards the door. The creaking sound of the door being opened was heard more clearly in the eardrum because the main room was so large it was somehow only filled with a little furniture. There are only shofa, tables, decorative lights that can cost hundreds of millions and old paintings that have been legendary in Indonesian society, mountain scenery and rice fields.
Raduma said a greeting but there was no answer, Only Hamim himself answered and he took Raduma to the basement, located just below the stairs. Unseen, no one will realize that in that corner there is a road or rungs down to a basement.
“If he does not answer the greetings, it is a sign that he is under,” Hamim said after opening the door in the closet that can only be opened by energy.
“What is this some kind of hiding place ? Cool too, there's a door in the closet, I didn't expect.” Raduma was curious as the two went down the stairs. “Pincess—“
“You're right, this underground door can only be opened by energy and will be closed automatically anyway. So ordinary people are impossible to open it,” Hamim explained. “This is not a hiding place, just a place to store weaponry.”
Slowly Raduma down the stairs that originally looked dark but not long before seen one more door.
“You don't plan to kidnap me, do you?” Raduma was a little wary.
Hamim laughed hearing that.
“That's right, there's no point in us abducting you.”
“Come.” There was a voice from the old man before Hamim knocked on the door.
“Good, Dad,” says Hamim.
The door opened slowly, and an old man was seen in the room, which was already brightened by the lights. On each wall there are various weapons, from the rather old to the latest. The tall, still strapping, handsome and slightly bearded old man took off a smile when he saw the 27-year-old man he was waiting for finally entering.
“Wow..I hope you are not an illegal arms trade syndicate,” Raduma said.
Both Hamim and the smiling old man thought it was funny what Raduma said.
“Finally you came, I'm happy and you will definitely ask who I am ?” said the old man started the conversation.
Raduma is welcome to sit in front of the old man while Hamim is to the left of Raduma and the right of his father, listening only.
“You're right, old man, I'm willing to come for one thing. That you call you my family and I collect your proof.”
“First I appreciate your courage to be willing to attend even though in fact it could endanger your own safety.” The old man picked up a cup of tea that Hamim had provided shortly after he started speaking. “Both, I am your family left. The proof is in the necklace that has a square black cloth that you see on my neck.”
The look on the old man's face became very serious. Similarly Raduma, when he saw the face of the old man in front of him changed drastically, he listened carefully.
“The necklace?” Gestur Raduma doesn't believe it. “Do not joke.”
“You won't believe it, but you'd better take a look at the contents.” The old man slowly took off the necklace of the ancients similar to the necklaces of the warriors in the past, the square-shaped black cloth measuring perhaps no more than 8 centimeters. “You open yourself.”
Raduma opened his right palm to receive the necklace from the old man. Suddenly he felt an extremely powerful energy enveloping the square black cloth.
“This—“
“Ya..” The old man nodded. “That's energy.”
With a slight nervousness Raduma opened the black cloth slowly. The yellow colored energy seemed to envelop the black cloth he was holding, it felt warm. And revealed a paper that has been very weathered, large enough with the condition has been folded neatly, yellow with black ink.
“What is this ?” Raduma still did not understand when he saw a row of names neatly arranged from top to bottom.
“Watch it well.”
Raduma retracted his gaze towards the bottommost name and wrote two names.
Kaganga bin Raksa.
Laguna bin Raksa Atmadja
“This is Father.” Raduma. “But why is Grandpa's first name different ?”
“This is the secret you should finally know Raduma.”
Raduma.
“Tell me what you know Old man.”
The old man was silent for a moment, the next two seconds he said again,
“Your father is not actually the biological son of Samirah and Yuda Atmadja."
Raduma was shocked when the old man told him that Laguna was not the son of Samirah and Yuda Atmadja.
“Laguna is the son of a man who once worked as the national army of Indonesia.”
“Tapi—, how could he leave Dad just like that ?”
“He did not leave her, but she died when Laguna was just born, then came Yuda Atmadja married the Mother of Laguna.”
“Sort of Samirah was so mean to Mom and Dad. Apparently because Dad's not his biological son.”
“True.”
“Then who is this guy ?” tanya Raduma pointed to Kaganga's name right above her father's.
“And that's me.”
Raduma was flabbergasted to hear the old man's answer that it turned out that he was the Big Brother of Laguna, Raduma's father. In other words Raduma is Kaganga's only nephew. With the taste of Haru, both eyes sparkled. He felt very moved, when he found out that it was true that he still had a family.
“But why uncle doesn't live together with Dad ?” said slowly.
“If you are a little awkward calling me uncle, it's okay to call me old man, as usual, after all I am also old,” said Kaganga saw Raduma's slightly awkward gesture. “The story is long Raduma, but I will briefly explain.”
“Say.”
“First Bead Goddess, My mother or your real grandmother lived together with Yuda Atmadja. But not for a long time Yuda was struck by the charm of another woman.”
“Samirah ?” cut Raduma.
“Yes, then the goddess beads know it. So the rift of their household could not be avoided anymore, they were both divorced, but the custody of Laguna and myself fell on Yuda Atmadja who happened to be in a well-established condition. While Mother (Goddess Manik) lives alone, poor and helpless. Yuda also forbade us to meet Mother, We were both raised by Yuda Atmadja until when I was 15 years old Laguna was 10 years old, I was carried away by the Citarum river current when we swam there.”
“Then how did you survive ?”
“I survived maybe because it is not time for me to die. Then I was considered dead by Judah and Samirah including by the neighbors, I finally decided not to return, Judah was very hit because basically Judah was not a bad man, but he was not a bad man, he loves Manik and his children. It was taken by Samirah. From that day on Judah became often sickly, for Samirah maybe that's what he wanted because he could reach all the property of Yuda Atmadja. But over time and his attitude that often squandered money. Samirah also fell back into poverty until Laguna had become a young man and eventually became the backbone of the Samirah family as well as its dairy cows.”
Hearing that Raduma clenched his hand he was still putting hatred on his stepmother.
“You still want to hear it ?”
“Continue.”
“Then I worked hard to make money alone since I was a child, until when I was 17 years old the power rose in my body. Just like what happened to you. Since then I continue to hone it to keep it strong then I look for the existence of Mother with this power.”
“You can find it ?”
“Yes, I can find it even after I'm 19 years old.”
“Actually what happened to me ? And this power why suddenly appeared ? You might know something.” Raduma was astonished.
“That's because you and I are descendants of a last king of the kingdom of Tarumanagara, history only knows the last king of Tarumanagara was Linggavarman and was succeeded by his son-in-law Tarusbawa but in fact there is still one more King who did not have time to lead the kingdom at that time and the king was written on the paper. Look at the top name.”
Raduma's reflex rereads what is written on the paper he holds, from the bottom name of Laguna bin Raksa Atmadja to several names that are at the top after passing thousands of names. Older people especially the warriors usually have a necklace in the form of a square black cloth that wraps a paper. Unlike the swordsmen's necklace which usually contains a talisman tattoo, the necklace held by Raduma contains a paper written nasab line.
Prabu sudra kancana bin Sangga Sagara
Sangga Sagara bin Prabu Halimun Kerta.
Prabu Halimun Kerta bin Askataring Durga.
Askataring Durga bin Prabu Hurung.
“Prabu Hurung ?” said Raduma slowly with one thingis raised, he felt that he had never heard the name Prabu Hurung. And in the history books that he had read since he was in school, there would certainly be no Prabu Hurung name.
“Yes, Prabu Hurung is the forgotten King of Tarumanagara of human-created historical records. He was our ancestor, and the first person I knew who was destined to have powers beyond reason. His energy was incredible, he was declared lost somewhere before he returned to Tarumanagara Palace in the afternoon. He only served as King half a day, his inauguration has not been announced to the public, that's why his name is not recorded in the inscriptions. Even the people of Tarumanagara did not have time to know that he had become King.”
Raduma was only stunned to hear Kaganga's explanation. He may feel shocked and a little incredulous, like a fairy tale but the paper in his hand is indeed proof that what Kaganga said is true.
“As the name implies, Hurung which means light up. For people who can see the invisible will be able to see the body of Prabu Hurung very lit when he fought on the battlefield. It was because of his incredible energy and not from the help of khodam or breathing, people like him only existed once every 120 years as far as I analyzed. Therefore, not all of his descendants have the power like him.”
“I understand now, it means me and you are the ones destined to have this power after previous generations.” Raduma. “But the distance between you and me may not have been more than 100 years. How old are you now ?”
“This paper means it has been thousands of years ?” tanya Raduma who just realized that the paper might be very old.
“No, the paper only comes from the time of Raden Argatria or the father of Raksa Atmadja, he also has above average energy, he also has above average energy, the first person to make the necklace was Prabu Hurung when Askataring Durga was born, he deliberately made it so that his grandchildren would know who his ancestors were, as soon as Askataring Durga had offspring then he also wrote his nasab on a paper necklace like that. And so on to Raksa Atmadja, your grandfather also wrote it. Every descendant of Prabu Hurung will never tell anyone about his nasab. Including Raksa Atmadja and myself. Even your father knew that he was of Prabu Hurung descent but he might not have had time to tell his two children where the black cloth necklace was kept. And I guess he doesn't really care either because only I am from the descendants of Raksa Atmadja who are destined to have the power.”
“What if among the descendants of Prabu Hurung no one wants to write ? Surely the passage of nasab on this paper will not reach me, you and Grandpa too.”
“You are right, but I think writing it is indeed an obligation, or an agreement is made that every descendant should make the necklace and write his words on the paper in the necklace, a kind of will that is constantly repeated. Fortunately indeed all his descendants make it hereditary.”
“If you want too, you can look to the past through the passage of the nasab but after doing that you will run out of energy until fainting 1 week more.”
“Where did you know ?”
“Because I did it once to make sure. And I'm sure all the progeny that are destined to have the power will do the same to make sure. After I did it I passed out a week more.”
“What ? Jeez... until such an effect ?”
“That's because of the distance that's thousands of years but I suggest you better not do it. Because you're in big trouble now.” Look Kaganga.
“What do you mean ?”
“Didn't you have slaughtered the shamans?”
“Where did you know ?” Again Raduma was made to wonder why the old man or the person who still had the blood ties could know.
“You mean I can't see your face because of that supernatural mask ?” ask Kaganga. “In addition your case is already crowded on television.”
“Ya, how can you—“”
“That's because I've seen that style before.”
“Must be, there is no one who can penetrate my supernatural mask, only I created that style.” Raduma Tepis.
“You're not the only one with power in this vast archipelago of Raduma. There used to be people like us.”
“What ? Where ?”
“Di Aceh's. I found it in the city of Aceh once, about the year 99. At that time, he was 123 years old. You just imagine how old he is, and he also has a supernatural mask like you. Of course I learned a lot how to deal with such a style when I know someday there are people who have a style that is able to make his face invisible to the outward eyes of others.”
“It's hard to believe, but if your words are true, there might still be a lot of strong people out there.”
“You're right.”
“Then what will you do after knowing what I have done so far ?”
Raduma leaned her body against the chair.
“I just want you to stop from your ambition to slaughter the sorcerers Raduma.” Look at Kaganga with my eyes, as if feeling concerned about Raduma's steps walking on the pitch-black road.
“I'm sorry, even if you are my family but I won't stop.” Raduma turned his face.
Kaganga was silent for a moment, so did Hamim gulp and bow his head.
Ambience changed.
“Why do you have to drown yourself in a pit that will only present dangers and sins that you should not bear Nak ?” Kaganga stood up from her chair and stepped towards the wall filled with weapons of carambit, katana, bayonet and dagger.
“I have my own eyes, after all they deserve to be killed for all the damage they have done to the earth. You must know how the shamans misled many humans. They are parasites that must be slaughtered, you should not have to ban me.”
Raduma seems disappointed but he can manage his emotions because after all Kaganga is older than him and of course his own family.
“You're right Raduma, I agree with that. But... who has the right to execute them is the government, not us.” Kaganga's trying to resuscitate Raduma. “You still have time to reverse course (stop from slaughtering shamans).”
Raduma sighed then said,
“I've been steadily stepping. Let me take it all.”
Kaganga shook her head, she felt like she had failed to resuscitate her nephew.
“Yes, you do look like your father, once you make a choice you will never take it out. But I hope you're not as careless as your father.” Kaganga finally gave up. “After you get out of this house, I want you to be more careful because they've started targeting you.”
“No need to worry the police won't be able to track me.”
“Not, not Raduma.” police Hamim finally came to talk after from earlier he just sat listening to Raduma's conversation with his adoptive father.
“Who are you referring to ?”
Kaganga began to sit back and drink back the tea that was starting to feel cold.
“They are shadow satellite.”
“Shadow satellite ? Who are they ?”
“Shadow satellite is a small team formed by the State Intelligence Agency in the new order. The head of BIN at that time recruited people like us to help their performance in finding information while solving problems that they could not handle,” Beber Kaganga.
“Where did you know ?”
“Because Dad is a former member of shadow satellite,” sela Hamim.
Raduma turned his head back and fixed his sitting position perfectly.
“I'm starting to understand but it doesn't matter, I'll face as hard as they are.”
“I do not doubt your ability Raduma but you also have to be careful and do not let your guard down. Because after all, you are just an ordinary human being who certainly has weaknesses. Listen Raduma, one of the current shadow satellite members is my former colleague, his name is Yellow Literature, he is strong, he is a focused, committed person. Once he is after something, he will continue to pursue it until he can. He is also a hard man, not infrequently he justify all means including killing to achieve his goals.”
“Thank you for warning me and telling me about them. Trust me, I can handle it. What kind of man scares you so much ?” Raduma grabbed the cup filled with tea water in front of her.
“You're wrong, I'm not afraid of him at all. But I just feel the need to tell you so that you can devise a strategy to confront them,” Kaganga refuted.
“I want to know how you can enter shadow satellite ?” raduma asked curiously.
“The story begins 54 years ago, when I was 20 years old I observed a lot of the development of the outside world, as we know, the world war has been going on twice, during the cold war, the east and west spread their influence on other countries. The ogaden war took place, the Vietnam war and until the outbreak of the Afghan war. All of that leads me to one conclusion, that the chaos of this world, the point is only about eastern and western disputes that are peppered with motivations how to become a strong state from all sectors and of course because of ideology. I also took a road that is almost the same as you or even more extreme.”
“What is it ?”
“I decided to try to destroy two shafts, Russia and its allies in the east and America and its allies in the west. Because I judge these two axes will continue to undermine world peace. So in 77 I did a crazy attack by myself.”
“Crazy attacks ?”
“Inisiden blackout 77,” Sela Hamim. “You ever read that event ?”
“No, I don't know.”
“It was an Incident that happened in 1977, where I carried out a metaphysical attack and exertion at a high level. I stood on a mountain in western Java with both hands spread and focused my mind on destroying the power source of New York City, the attack was successful with almost draining all the energy in my body. The most humiliating incident for the United States government at that time made humans in one night become wilder than animals, more nothing than animal waste.16 thousand stores were looted, a thousand buildings burned, and more, thousands of women reported being sexually abused,” explains Kaganga. “New York City is hit by a disaster that residents of the city have never imagined before. The city of five sub-divisions suffered an electrical paralysis that left the entire city in total darkness for 24 hours. Blackout makes people feel free to do everything they want, including breaking the law. As a result material losses are estimated to reach 300 million dollars.”
“Then what happened after that ?”
“My attack could not be known in the slightest by the American government and police until unexpectedly someone knew it before I planned to carry out a second attack the following year on the city of Moscow, Russia. Rome in the next year, and so on.”
Raduma shook his head in a sign of feeling very astonished at what Kaganga had done in the past. That's the craziest thing he's ever heard and it's possible that ordinary people will never believe it.
“Who knows it ?” ask Raduma.
“Yellow Literature.”
“Hah ? Your partner in the shadow satellite was ?” Raduma.
“Yes, at that time I had not joined the shadow satellite, he managed to find out that I was the mastermind of the blackout incident, at the same time someone at the CIA seemed to know that it was not an accident or damage to an ordinary power plant but sabotage. Finally the CIA sent a letter and an official representative to BIN asking for help to arrest me. But the CIA couldn't just go to Indonesia, finally Sastra Kuning was the one who was in charge of arresting me plus he also already knew and was very eager to hunt me down, Yellow Literature has become a member of the shadow satellite with one of the men named Gumuruh. The Yellow Literature managed to find me and we fought to the point of death. I was arrested by some members of the state intelligence agency until I made a deal with them. The head of BIN at that time asked me to cooperate with him, as well as become a member of the shadow satellite. Because I think he and I have the same mission of keeping the country safe, I agree.” Kaganga slowly explained her journey first. “Me and other colleagues did many missions, including aborting foreign intelligence interference in 98. Until one day I decided to come out because of the different types of power between me, literature and Gumuruh.”
“Difference type power ?”
“Ya, difference type strength. Raduma, the energy in it is divided into three types. First the breath, second the death and third are people like us. The pure from birth inner energy appears and continues to increase without contaminated khodam and others. While Satra Kuning and Gumuruh are two people who come from one of the three types, Yellow literature comes from kebatinan while Gumuruh comes from breathing even though in the end he also allied with the jinn. I couldn't accept that, and decided to go out.”
“I understand now.”
“Must come out of the shadow satellite but my father can not move freely because his movements are monitored. Dad is considered a unique country asset, because he cannot help you in the problems you face.” Hamim added.
“Hamim is right, I can't help you Raduma, I hope you can stay alive,” Kaganga said.
“Wait a minute, you said kebatinan ? What is ?” ask Raduma.
“Kebatinan is one way to generate energy in through cooperation with the jinn. Those who flow like this are usually through asceticism, or perform a certain ritual that is certainly contrary to religious teachings. There are also those with certain readings that are read repeatedly until khodam is indeed tied to the reading is present in front of him,” replied Kaganga.
“Maybe the same as Raga,” Raduma murmured in the heart.
Raduma continued to listen to all of Kaganga's words, all of Kaganga's words opening up a secret that few could ever know.
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