Super Heroes in the Real World
1. Blue Banyu

My name is Blue Banyu, a very strange name isn't it? But I like it so much, why? Because the name is a prayer of the parents. I also do not know the true meaning of my name, but if it is interpreted in Indonesian my name is blue water.

When I was a kid I asked my mom, why did she give me the name Blue Banyu? Why not white? Isn't the water white? Oh, water is not white, water has no color, but when the water becomes as much as the ocean they will turn blue and can even become green.

I also asked my father, why am I not named Samudra? Is it not the same thing as water? Oh, or maybe Sagara? Are those two names so cool?

When I was little, my mom used to tell me about superpowers, I was so excited when I started telling them. Mom once said that superpowers and superheroes are real things. At that time I didn't understand anything, I just thought it was the wind and Overtime had forgotten the superhero story that my mother used to tell me.

Mother said, their number is not much and not a little. not just anyone can get the super power. They always work behind the scenes, never showing their strength up front

generical.

I never knew about dad's job, not even mom ever told me. I just said my dad's job was super cool.

One day father came home with injuries all over his body, mother was very panicked at that time. The little me could only cry hugging my father. My mother hurriedly called an ambulance to come home soon, but who knew that my father was no longer able to be helped.

And a few months ago mom had caught up with dad, I was alone at the moment. There's one thing I don't understand about mother's words before she actually left me.

“Blue, if you get it avenge your father, if you don't get it pray he gets karma many times over.” That was the last word my mother heard. I really don't understand it all, who is that guy until I have to avenge my father?

My father's death was also very awkward, where did you get that wound? Why aren't the police investigating? Why did I never know about the thief of father's death?

Just when I was 19 years old, I understood what you were saying at the time. It was Sunday, even though it was a holiday I had to keep working. Suddenly I was reminded of the story of superpowers told by my mother. I don't know why I imagined that the glass would float towards me.

DAMS!

That glass is really flying towards me! Oh, come on how did that happen? I stayed silent for a long time because of my surprise. Waita minute! let me think more clearly. Suddenly I remembered my late mother when she told me about superpowers and superheroes.

Don't tell me I have superpowers and I'm the superhera! Honestly, I don't believe any of that yet, you know that this looks very, very impossible.

Do not the sentences said by the late mother deal with this? So I have to take revenge for Dad? But to whom do I take revenge? My father's death was very strange indeed.

I chose to test my strength again, but I don't yet know how this power works. Before I just imagined that the glass would float towards me. Then I went back to repeating it, imagining that my wardrobe was open and a pair of clothes were in my hand.

I was quite surprised that the shirt was really there and the closet was open. Do I really have superpowers and will I become a superhero? then save the world like you told me so much.

I wouldn't think about it first, the important thing is now that I have to take a shower and go to work at my aunt's coffee shop. Since my parents left, I as a man have to be independent. I choose not to pursue my education, I prefer to work for my survival.

I got to my aunt's coffee shop at seven in five minutes. Working as a barista is not bad, at least the salary I get is enough for my needs for the next month. At 08.30 coffee shop owned by aunty many visitors, most of them are teenagers who like to gather with Friends.

“Blue, here lo!” That's Raka's voice, she's my cousin and a barista in her mother's tavern. I can already guess about the look on Raka's face when I called out to me. “Why? Broken heart?” I chuckle at my own answer.

“Tuh, spelled number seven! There you go!  Tickling handsome bit than on me.” Raka sneered and left me. Raka's attitude like that I'm used to facing, every time there is a female customer they always ask me to ask for orders. Of course it is not the will of Raka, it is the will of the average female customer in this coffee shop, especially I am a teenager.

It's not saying that raka is ugly and then I'm handsome, but I can admit that I'm more handsome than my cousin.

I could hear their conversation when I was pretty close to table number seven. I could also see that there was one woman recording or photographing me, it was predictable that it would be tik tok content.

“What message do you want?” I asked while getting ready to record their order.

“Message you can not?” Ask one of those I met named Rara. I just chuckled in response to her joke.emmm, but I also didn't know if it was just a joke or not.

“Sa ae lo Ra,” Rara's friend who was next to her nudged Rara's hand that was propping up her chin staring at me. As a result of the chin almost hit the table, the incident invited laughter of his friends.

“So what do you want to order?” I asked their orders again. “Caramel three equals Machan two aja,” immediately I recorded their order and took a break to return immediately with the order.

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At night I couldn't sleep because I thought of my strength. I went out of my sleep to get my laptop and find information about superpowers. From the blocks I read, my ability is called telekinisis, kwomen control everything on earth without touching a single thing. Only by concentrating and using the power of the mind will the object move by itself.

If I think back, that ability is incredible. I can easily take something without having to bother taking it. Maybe I can also clean this house using my mind, if that can why not? That would also save me strength.

I better train to get used to using this power, maybe it can start by cleaning up my room that already looks like a broken ship.

I concentrated and focused my mind on the extremely cluttered books on the study table. I thought that the book floated up and went back to where it was. When I opened my eyes, it was amazing! The books were neatly lined up where they had been.

Am I lucky to have this super power? Or is there someone else who has it? But I once said the owner of this power is not much and not a little. That means, it's not just me who has this super power.

I woke up from my daydream and returned to my previous activities. I planned to clean this house just by thinking, but to think I needed to focus myself and close my eyes.

I'm not like the superheroes in the movies I've seen, they're very good at controlling their powers. I need to get more used to this, maybe one day I can move things without closing my eyes.

I turned to the kitchen to wash the dirty dishes that had been very piled up, although I had to be independent I was still a man who could not perfectly do homework. It's not that I can't, it's just that I'm not used to it yet.

An hour later I finished cleaning my parents' house. Maybe I'll go to the storehouse to clean it, even if it's a warehouse, it doesn't mean it's not cleaned. Maybe I found my parents' notes on superheroes and superpowers, didn't you know about that?

The warehouse in my house was located next to the room where we used to worship together. I walked in followed by some cleaning tools that floated behind my body.

I started with the previous Ways, observed the contents in the warehouse then closed my eyes and began to think that the cleaning tools were starting to do their job. Sometimes I also rest for a while, thinking too long is also very tiring turns out.

After cleaning the warehouse that is dusty enough, I intend to look for something or the records of my parents are deliberately placed in the warehouse.

My eyes looked at the small cardboard box above the chair in the corner of the room. I thought that the Books were drifting towards me, I opened my eyes and tried to keep them floating.

My attempt to keep the book afloat was not entirely successful, the book floated, seconds later falling over.

I again tried to keep the book floating in the air without having to close my eyes. After several attempts it turned out that my efforts did not end in vain, perhaps this was one of the advances in controlling my superpowers.

I found a book that looked like a notebook, maybe it belonged to one of my parents. I was quite curious about the book, so I was more comfortable I intended to read the book I had just met in the living room.

I didn't expect that there were too many secrets they were hiding from me. Not intending to tell the child this mere puppet, it seems they want me to reveal this secret themselves