Niken Areline
Portal and Rice Lengko

    Again, heavy rain poured into the night in the city of Tegal. Street lights illuminate the puddles that continue to surge. Then the vehicle also becomes a separate part of the panorama of the night atmosphere in November. Inside his room, Nada lay staring at the roof. The woman pulled her blanket that was the same color as her pajamas, pink. The sound of rain was heard from inside. Nada Gawking's face was thinking of something. More precisely a memory that had colored his heart. It happened a year ago. Maybe for him a day ago.

One year ago.

    The mentari began to attend,

    greet the horizon on the east.

    His body spread kirana along the horizon.

    White clouds that blur, appear to cover the Earth.

    From the summit of Semeru, the real thing is only a miracle.

    They both sat staring at the horizon. No poem can paint all this, paint about freedom. Freedom when there is only me and you at the highest peak in Java.

    “You can say the same sun,” Dimas told Nada who sat leaning on his shoulder.

    “I have to say how?”

    “Kalo we are more biersinar than him this morning.”

    “Hahaha, basic,” Laughter Tone while wrapping both hands around Dimas' waist.

    “There are more precise sentences, which I can tell him this morning.” Nada said.

    “What?”

    “Kalo we wake up first, hahaha,” he replied with a laugh that made both eyes of Nada more narrow. Dimas kissed Nada's forehead.

Now

    At least that is what is in the mind of the cute-faced woman who is now a manyun. Then Nada noticed the ring finger on her left hand. It looks like the ring she used. Dimas had forgotten about it, ever since he had an accident on a climb, his memory of Nada had been lost.

Although all the photos and evidence of the connection are still there, the feeling in Dimas' heart has just disappeared along with his memory.

    At that time Dimas suddenly fainted on his way down at Mount Slamet. One day later, Dimas wakes up in a hospital room without recognizing his own fiancee, Julia Nada. Until finally the two parties decided to end the relationship that had actually been established for two years.

*

    Alan woke up earlier than a rooster or sun. At half-time, he turned on the room light and sat down at the study table and opened the laptop. She started writing something about what Niken Areline told her in her dreams. From who Niken started, the state of Kana, magic, fairies to curses.

    Now Alan sat leaning back after filling three full pages with his fleeting knowledge of Niken. It was like just getting into class and listening to lectures from beautiful lecturers.

*

    At seven o'clock in the morning, Alan pulled up his black matic motorcycle. The two-wheeler split the streets of Tegal city in the morning. The road was wet, however, the sky was very clear, there were barely any clouds up there. Pass the path of Faithful Budi and turn left at the crossroad. The smell of sugar and butter, smelled from Uncle Jek's bakery, Uncle Jek is the father of Julia Nada. He has the best bakery in town. Vivi works part-time there.

    “I laper really,” suddenly heard the sound of Niken in Alan's ear. Alan was shocked and pulled his motorcycle to the side of the road. Under the sign of the fork, he stopped.

    “Gosh!” Alan swore to shut off the engine and took off his helmet. “What is you?”

    “Yes, I'm laper.”

    Huh huh? How does he eat? Alan.

    “So how do you eat? You're in my body.”

    “I don't know,”

    “Yes for mercy.” Alan scratched his own head of hair. If I eat, will he be full? Something like that was thought of in his mind.

    “Alan, find a quiet place!” tell Niken.

    “Hah? Why?”

    “I want out.”

    “What?” Alan was surprised but asked again to confirm what Niken said.

    “I want out of your body.”

    “Emang can?”

    “Udah, cepetan find a quiet place, here many people pass.”

    “OK, okay wait,” said Alan while restarting the motor and wearing his helmet again.

    He looked for a quiet place, yet his eyes continued to pay attention to the watch on his left wrist. Thirty minutes to work hours. Alan entered a narrow alley. His eyeballs glanced to and fro looking for the right place. After passing two turns, he found an unkempt building with a fairly wide courtyard and unkempt tall grass.

    He looked back and forth, making sure no one was around. Then, Alan had not had time to allow Niken to get out of his body, suddenly the pain felt in his heart.

    “Aw,” muttered Alan while holding his chest.

    A circle of red light, coming out from the chest. He jumped forward and then grew. It slowly became a female figure. Now he was standing right in front of her. Niken Areline, the beautiful princess from Kana. Alan gawked, subconsciously his pain was gone. Then in a panic, he looked back and forth.

    “Your clothes!” said Alan.

    “Hah? My clothes?” niken asked, he was confused.

    “Yes, your clothes, people will see you if you look like the princess of the king from the war era of Majapahit!”

    Alan was still looking back and forth, watching the quiet streets by imagining someone would pass by and see them. Maybe you want to go to school or go to work, considering that before seven in the morning is a crucial time, where everyone will be busy starting their activities.

    “Gini?” said Niken.

    Then Alan glued to see it, he glared. Obviously Niken can not distinguish which clothes are worth wearing in the morning or not. Alan's face flushed red as his gaze fell on the princess's cleavage wearing only a blue bikini with a Shark.

    “Oi, nothing like that!” said Alan. “Lagian, where do you know that kayak outfit?” I think a bikini is a stranger.

    “Well how? I impersonate the girl on the cover of the book on your room table.”

    Saori Hara, Alan is. Saori Hara is one of the female adult film stars in Japan. “Yes,” said Alan was surprised to realize Niken had had paid attention to his adult magazine. “Pakean cake is not pantes in use now, you replace the ones like people on the road earlier!”

    The slap! Like a magician, Niken changed her clothes. This time she was wearing a typical white-gray high school uniform with a long skirt. Hair that was long decomposed, now neatly tied back with a straight bangs touching the eyebrows.

    “Gini?”

    “Ya already,” said Alan, although a little confused by the name bet in the SMA uniform that reads Yuni Imelda.

    Then Niken walked up to Alan, slowly he climbed into the back seat of the bike. Not only did his appearance change, but his scent also. It's like Vivi's perfume. Breeem, Alan turned the bike back on.

    They both went down the highway again. The wind made Niken's long hair flutter. There were still a lot of questions in Alan's head. Like: Does Niken have to get out of her body every time she's hungry and wants to eat? What kind of food does he like? Does he want to eat food like the food I eat

eaties? My money won't be enough if I have to follow the meal of a king's daughter. What if he wants to pee?

    However, out of all those questions, Alan had enough trouble floating through one of them.

    “You didn't have breakfast!” niken blamed Alan.

    “Hah? What does that have to do with me?”

    “I laper what not, it depends you!”

    Kriuk, Alan's stomach. Alan realized his hunger.

    “I'm not used to breakfast,” he said.

    “Why?"

    “I start eating at twelve.”

    “That's lunch.”

    “Ya.”

    “Why don't you have breakfast?”

    “Ngirit?"

    “Yes, ngirit. I'm with my brother again mourning to pay for the house, we still contract.”

    “So the problem is money?”

    “Ya.”

    “Yes,” says Niken.

    Alan had thought of something about Niken's magic power. If he can replace the easy package, he can make money, right?

    “I can help you,” said Niken.

    “So you can make that money?”

    “Hmmm, not.”

    “Lah keep helping how?”

    “So gini, magic that can not make things instantly. I know the uniform I wear now. Actually I'm just a nuker dress that I wear the same person who wears this uniform again. Well, if money, I can also nuker like other objects, like rocks for example, as long as the person who has the money does not have it

magic power to counteract it.”

    Oh, my God, is that a real Saori Hara bikini? Also, maybe there is a schoolboy who suddenly packs a princess dress Majapahit war era! Turnip. Alan nodded with a smile.

    “But it is the same as Nyuri?” said Alan.

    “Iya anyway.”

    “Basic leg.”

    “How do dong go? I'm a really big laper!”

*

    “This is what food?” ask Niken.

    They both sit at the famous longgo rice food stall in the city of Tegal, Nasi Lengko Prapatan. Lengko rice itself is a typical organic food of the north coast people served with rice, tofu, tempeh, cucumber, which is sliced into small pieces. There are also sprouts and chives, then watered with peanut spices and sweet soy sauce to all ingredients. Not to forget fried onions and crackers.

    “Nasi litko,” replied Alan, in his heart asked: Will he be doyan?

    Lengko, thought Niken after realizing that this stall was named Nasi Lengko Prapatan. Among them, there are also other visitors who are greedy to eat nasi lengko. Some of them smoked after they finished their breakfast.

    “Gini,” says Alan while showing him how to eat. First he used a fork and spoon to stir the rice with all the sprinkles on it until evenly distributed. Then devour it, spoon by spoon.

    Niken followed what Alan did. As soon as one mouthful of the spoon entered his mouth, the rice that had been mixed with peanut and soy sauce seasoning, cucumber slices, tofu and other ingredients, all the combined flavors exploded in his mouth. The turn! Niken. Chew, swallow and then return to the next spoonful. It's really delicious.

    Alan glanced and saw Niken smiling voraciously at his breakfast. Fiuuw, Alan was relieved.

    “Niken, I want nanya,” said Alan finished drinking warm tea.

    “Ya?” niken replied while chewing.

    “I think gini, Kana was a royal cake in my old days. The building and all its furniture. Although Kana seems much more ancient than my world, but magic can replace all the advanced equipment in my world. For example, like a mirror that can be used to teleport people, while in my world people must be tired of the road to the destination. Therefore, Kana does not need all the technology in my world, even can be said Kana is more advanced than my world, really not?”

    “Ummm, there really is,” said Niken aware of the clever idea of his new friend. “But a problem

the mirror wasn't for everyone to teleport. Just Jaka who can.”

    “So just Jaka who can do it.”

    “Huum,” Niken nodded. Then something suddenly came to his mind. “Portal!” said Niken.

    “Hah? Portal?”

    “We have to close the portal!” niken suddenly stood up and dropped his spoon on the plate, making a loud clashing sound. Everyone there was watching him. Maybe they think there are lovers who are fighting in the morning.

*

    Alan drove his vehicle ninety kilo meters per hour. Overtaking motorcycles, cars and rickshaws like a professional racer. I haven't even bitten the temple. Alan thought lamenting his morning breakfast.

    “Portal what? Berselasin!” ask Alan loudly.

    “Kana! Ummm, not really a portal, but a tower.”

    “Tower?” Alan is confused.

    “In a certain radius, the tower allows witches to create a portal between Earth and Kana.” Alan tried to understand. Maybe the system works like wi-fi hardware, if the wi-fi hardware is turned off, then no one can connect the internet connection around the wi-fi range.

    “So if the tower is destroyed, there will be no magician who can make a portal?”

    “Yes, like that,” answers. “But it cannot be destroyed. The tower is eternal, it has been around for a long time.”

    “Continue wanting to be in the tower?”

    “I can use magic to tell the power of the tower, but it is also not long.

Maybe in about two months the tower will be active. If my magic is weakened.”

     Alan's thinking about equating the tower with wi-fi hardware feels a little right.

     “Instead where is the tower?”

     “There!” Niken pointed towards the sign lights around the railway tracks.

*

     Where the hell is the tower? Alan. He was confused walking in the middle of the railroad tracks. However, he did not find a single object that could at least be said to be a tower. There are only gravel, rails and signs. Alan continues to follow the steps of Niken, the woman who seems convinced by what he is doing. Find plastic water cups and some other garbage.

    Shortly after, Niken stopped. Alan's move stopped as well. Still in the middle of the tracks with grass and reeds high around it, Niken squatted down and put his left hand to the ground.

    A line of red light, descended from the sky and touched Niken's left palm. Waves of wind were coming, throwing grass, clothes and hair Niken. Alan was surprised to see what was going on. Then, in a few seconds, the light disappeared. Niken raised his palm from the ground and stood up.

    “Udah,” says Niken still turned her back on Alan.

    “So, the tower is not looking?”

    “Ya,” answer. “Now they can't get in around here anymore.”

    “The bad guysin you?”

    “Huum, but they can enter through the towers elsewhere.”

    “Hah? So there's another kayak tower?”

    “Many, but this is the most decked tower. Other towers are outside this island.”

    “So you know of an island other than this?”

    Then Niken turned her back to look at Alan.

    “My father has a map, if not wrong this is called the island of Java right?”

    “Yes, bener.”

    “Aw,” Niken holds her own forehead. “I'm dizzy once.”

    His footing was unsteady, his head felt extremely heavy and his body was squeezing. Then Niken falls down, Alan catches her body. Once thought in Alan's head, where could he know that this was the island of Java? While he had never seen Niken come out to learn anything or go to this world before. Then tucked into other thoughts such as: Maybe Niken can learn something that I know, like my language for example. But still Alan doesn't know how Niken did it.

    “Hei? You're okay, right?” Alan was worried while slapping Niken's cheek.

    The slap! Niken turned into a small circle of red light again, then shot into Alan's heart.

    “Arggh!” Alan felt a fleeting pain as the light entered the heart. Heye? You're doing all right? He was inward, worrying about the master of a princess who had just fainted. Until he looked at his watch, time was eight and seventeen minutes. He was too late to go to the office. I have to have breakfast! He's ingrained.