The gatotkaca 2050
The Past Petruk And Gareng

After the victory feast over Pringgandani land and also the marriage of Bima, the Eagle more often spent his time in the palace of Astina. Every morning he took part in battle training like the other soldiers, although it was not uncommon for Petruk and Gareng to train him personally.

The final battle against the giant a few days ago, made the disheveled-haired man realize that he needed to practice martial arts again. Petruk himself gave the sword his gift of that time as a weapon that the Eagle must use in times of war.

The sound of birds chirping cooing with the morning to noon, Eagle was sitting casually with his two teachers in the gazebo of Astina palace garden. The fat in his body more and more days turns into muscle that makes his body look more grooved.

“Hoaaaam.. Very cold air Master!” The eagle stretched his arm while lying on the gazebo pedestal made of bamboo. Relaxation of stiff arm muscles. “In my place it is rare to get air this cool.”

“What's your place like?” Petruk asked while blowing a boiled yam that had just been brought by Sri Gita.

“My place is already a rare tree, Master. It contains multi-storey buildings of concrete all.”

“Concrete? What is it?” Gareng was curious.

“Hmm... how is the description well? Concrete is like a mixture of soil and sand that is given water as well as stone. Like that stone wall, Guru.”

The eagle rose from his sleep, took a tablet from the bag and opened a picture of the landscape of a multi-storey building. In the photo, Dara is smiling sweetly.

“Like this, Guru.”

Petruk and Gareng were stunned to see the photo shown by Eagle, photography was indeed a skill of the man who came from the future. He saw the landscape of the city view from the top of the building, until finally the eyes of the two teachers were fixed on an object called Dara.

“Manic, ayu tenan!” muttered Petruk while shaking his head.

“Oalaah, this woman must like me,” said Gareng did not want to lose.

“What are you like? More handsome I go everywhere, surely he wants to be with me.”

“My name, anyway. If you can't believe it, we're fighting!” Gareng started to growl.

Petruk stood rolling up his sleeves. “Who is afraid? Come birth!”

Seeing that the two teachers had started to want to fight, the Eagle stood in their arms. He took his tablet which became the seizure of Petruk and Gareng. “Hush! Hush! Hush... This is nothing at all on a mere storm? Who got along dong, Guru.”

The two finally calmed down, then sat back down.

“Well, that's good to see.” The eagle sat back down. He poured ginger tea water that had been served earlier. He was presented cup by cup and then given to Petruk and Gareng.

“In the photo who was it, Ngger?” look at Petruk who is still curious about the picture of the woman there.

The eagle looked at his tablet screen, using his thumb and index finger, the image was magnified right in the picture of Dara wearing an Indonesian national team jersey and a black headscarf. The photo was taken after they watched a football match in Gelora Bung Karno. Coincidentally that night the Eagle got a romantic dinner gift in the sky dinning of an office in Central Jakarta numbers.

“His name is Dara, she is a friend..” The Eagle let out a long sigh then continued his sentence, “actually a friend is very close.”

“Why didn't you bring me here?”

“The problem is not so, Guru Petruk. Time machine belongs to Professor Tejo..”

“Time Machine?” cut Gareng.

“Ma—I mean the vehicle that brought me here, just enough for two people. One my person, and one more person Gatotkaca.”

“Sek sek sek... Gatotkaca? Who is it, Ngger?”

“Gatotkaca it is the son of... Geez, today it is the day after the wedding Bima?” The eagle was suddenly shocked to remember the story of the birth of Gatotkaca.

“Fourth day. Why indeed, Ngger?” Petruk tried to count while answering the Eagle's question.

“Five more days... Five more days!” Screeched Eagle.

Gareng held the Eagle's forehead with the back of his hand, trying to figure out what was with his disciple. “You why anyway, Ngger?”

“Teacher, five more days child from Bima and Arimbi born. A man and he will be wrapped around his umbilical cord. The child will later be named..” Not yet had the Eagle continue his words, Gareng cut it.

“Must be sure. Everywhere whose name is the birth must be 9 months and 10 days, Ngger. How can it be only 9 days?”

“Can Teacher. This birth is indeed the will of the gods to be a weapon against the Gandarwa people who want to shake the throne of the kingdom of Kayangan.”

Hearing the story, Petruk got up from his seat. “Who will attack Kayangan?”

“Gandarwa troops and jin banaspati from the kingdom of Gilingwesi!”

Petruk sat back down, Gareng was surprised to hear the words that had just been thrown by the Eagle. Gilingwesi is the kingdom of the jinn banaspati very ferocious and also Gandarwa, the result of a cross between jinn and the giant nation. The kingdom is far away at the end of the country. 

Unlike the kingdom of Astina which has four seasons, Gilingwesi is an outcast land that has two most extreme seasons. If it's winter, the temperature is very bone-chilling. In summer, the temperature burns the body. So that no ordinary human being can survive there.

“Ngger, we used to be the people of the kingdom of Gilingwesi. Semar had become king, but I dropped it with my devotion. Since then we fought all out, until finally Lord Vishnu made us what we are today.”

“It turns out, the grudge in Gilingwesi to the kingdom of Kayangan is not over.”

The eagle rubbed the backs of his two teachers. “Already teacher, teacher's past may be there. But now, it's time for the teacher to help the Pandavas and forget about Gilingwesi.”

The student and his two teachers then laughed, they enjoyed the dish of cassava and boiled yam that had been served. There were a lot of stories told that day. Unaware the day was approaching night.

The new eagle would close its eyes when suddenly the door of his room was opened.

“Who's there?” said the Eagle while drawing out his sword.

“Ma—Sorry to interrupt sir..” a soft voice sounded, before long the owner of the voice appeared. That was Sri Gita. 

“Ah, you. I thought who.”

“Can I sit next to Mr?”

The eagle nodded slowly, slowly he said, “don't call me Sir. Call name only.”

“Ba—good Tu, uh Eagle.” Sri Gita sat down beside the Eagle, then she gazed at the back of the slightly burly man before her.

“Mmmh...” Massage of Gita soft hands makes Eagle feel very comfortable. Eyes closed. Before long, Gita's hand massage turned into a pressure of round and smooth objects tickling her back. While the smooth hand of the gita is still on the Eagle's shoulder.

The night is getting late, the air is getting colder. Faced with the sound of crickets and light from the flame of the outboard lamp in the room, the Eagle turned to face Gita. The cloth that the girl was wearing had already been revealed down, showing the shape of her round and beautiful breasts.

Their lips clashed, now not only Sri Gita who massaged, but the Eagle's hand followed by massaging the girl's body in front of him.

That night the two dissolve into passion, the outboard lights, curtains, and rags that detach from their bodies bear witness to a mute clash between two people who come from two vastly different epochs.