THE DIMENSION GUARD
diner

The residence of the ancient royal clan of Mataram....

The dining room of the rich is always different from the floor of the poor. They live under a bright crystal-lit room, a long table of teak carved Jepara, many neatly arranged foods, various shapes, various models, carrot carved flying birds, or watermelon made like flowers.

Nothing is missed from the content of nutrients, protein, carbohydrates, minerals, vitamins, saturated fat, or nutritional balance, all of it is calculated in such a way by experienced cooks from the appetite, main course, desert.

Steam warm rice is steaming, side dishes are taken in order, gold plated cutlery and marble plates are available. All full of rules, manners, manners, just to fill their belly full of fat and cholesterol.

Expensive?, of course. Shrimp only the price of sports motorcycles seken, complete letters, long taxes as well. Healthy?, Don't ask, four healthy, five perfect, anyway. Hygenis?, for sure. Delicious?, Behhh style star-rated restaurant... Even though, all will only be co*toran and end up in the toilet, it can not be recycled anyway.

If counting one defecation is equal to paying two years of motor tax, it is a loss owned by the rich.

But here they are, the family dinner activities of Erdu Panatagama, when his father, mother and two brothers enjoy the time to count their mouths while chewing food.

The figure of the middle-aged man with a stern face was the head of the Mataram clan, Wira Panatagama, a man who had great influence in the central java region where the Mataram clan ruled.

"Agra, what is the plantation business of the Mataram clan running smoothly." The hero spoke up and broke everyone's silence.

"All under the normal conditions of father, even we will cooperate for the ingredients of making potions to the international market." Answer the figure of the man who became the eldest of three brothers.

"That's good enough, but lest we be controlled by another country, the relationship in cooperation should be equal, even they should follow our wishes." Balas Wira planted ideology as a leader for his son.

"I'll do father." Agra also answered the wishes of the father, while he could not raise his head and just nodded obediently.

The view of the Hero also changed direction, now the figure of a beautiful woman next to Agra, she is the second child of the Hero. Nura Panatagama, 21 years old, deep black long hair, final semester student, majoring in modern element and astral technology.

"Nura, what about your advanced studies ?." Asking Hero.

"Just waiting for the final thesis hearing, but I think it's just a formality, because all the master teachers have guaranteed my father's graduation." Reply Nura who momentarily stopped lifting the spoon to answer.

"So do you have any plans after your graduation."

"I'm not sure father, but I want to get into the National Energy Research Center."

"That's great, I won't forbid you from being anything but remember you're still a woman, someday, you'll have to follow your husband." Reply to the hero with a small nod.

"I understand father." Slightly changed Nura's expression that Erdu could feel.

Wira also changed his gaze to Erdu, although there were different things from Agra and Nura, Wira still considered that Erdu was the blood of his flesh, his own son, and his wife, it's just that Wira can't hold high hopes.

"Erdu, what about your school." Asking the Hero to Erdu.

"It's normal, it's like that." Erdu answered as if he did not care.

As if he did not like the question from Wira, Erdu also answered as if..."Just sitting and waiting for the clock to come home, what did you expect?, I fought against aliens from the planet Namek ?."

"Erdu keep your attitude." Hard Agra talk.

But the hand of the Hero stopped Agra, and asked her to sit back and finish eating.... "Not so is Erdu... Never mind, the important thing is you don't make trouble, and don't ditch too much."

Hero can not be angry with Erdu, he quite understand why the attitude of his youngest child is so ape. The pressure from the Mataram clan members, the limitations of processing the power of the Elementalstator and the comparison with his two brothers became the problems Erdu faced.

Erdu answered..."Yeah, I know."

"Erdu. I know, the problem you're facing is a heavy burden, because other people think you're inappropriate as a member of the Mataram clan family, but you're still my son, the blood that runs through your body is the blood of the Mataram clan, I'm sure someday you can show them all the decency." Responded with attention as a father would to his son.

If others see, all this is like a soap opera of a happy family where the figure of a father advises his children to live a good life.

But the reality that Erdu felt was not like that. Different from his two brothers who were really given appreciation, praise and full attention from the father, while Erdu was no more asked not to make trouble and pass.

This made Erdu envious, he had never been viewed as worthy by his own family, having two genius brothers that the family was proud of further alienated Erdu. Little hope he was born into an ordinary family, and lived with the usual problems. Without being compared or given great hope.

One last mouthful of food on Erdu's plate was swallowed with a complicated face that showed another taste when it entered into the stomach.... "Not good."

Erdu covered his ears over all the words from his father. Just three mouthfuls and a glass of water, Erdu had finished for such an ominous dinner. He stood up and went to the room.

Being between the silence of the dark and messy room, the windows open, the wind blows through the hair. But not to make Erdu calm, one ro*kok rod he took from the pack began to be lit.

A puff of smoke from the mouth on the face without a smile, just looking out for all the problems that had occurred in his life.

"I'm really sick of all this." Mumbled Erdu himself.

With an atmosphere that made Erdu angry, he chose to exit the house from the back door so as not to be known by anyone. But Erdu did not go aimlessly. He crept around, slipped and hid, using the secret passage he made to pass the guards in the outer courtyard, Erdu managed to escape and reached another corner of the Mataram clan residence.

From the end of the road Erdu saw a car parked on the edge of the road, slowly the door opened and he stepped in without any suspicion.

The figure appeared and looked at Erdu directly..."Did you bring what I asked Erdu."

"Of course senior Setsu, here it is.... Artifacts of the Mataram kingdom that my clan keeps." Erdu answered by opening a small package, where it was just a round stone slab with eight words from Sanskrit about the direction of the wind.

"Good, tomorrow you come to my place."

"Good senior." Reply Erdu who bowed respectfully and immediately came out.

The car rushed away leaving him, there was no suspicion whatsoever, Erdu just hoped that with that help, senior Setsu could overcome the problem he was facing.