The gatotkaca 2050
The Separation of Father and Son

All eyes were on the young man who a few minutes ago was still a baby, Jabang Tutuka was now a teenager with high knowledge. His flying speed exceeded that of a supersonic plane, even the iron warrior that Eagle had seen before him went to the past.

BLAAAAR!!!... A large rock near the crater rim, destroyed instantly in a single blow by Jabang Tutuka. Then he flew off into space, performing several maneuvers before descending right in front of the Pandavas.

“Salam salute Mr.” He greeted Bima by sticking the fingers of his right clenched hand and his left finger holding his right fist. Then to the other four pandavas and also Krishna. “Greetings Uncle.” The last salute to the Eagle.

Bima clasped his son's shoulders, the feeling of haru enveloped the heart of the man with great stature. Just a few days later she was holding a baby boy wrapped in her own umbilical cord, and today she saw that the baby had turned into a teenager blessed with the power of the gods.

Just as they were about to descend and return to the kingdom of Astina, suddenly a god descended from the sky. Apparitions like a sage with a white cloth cloak covering his body, he gathered to greet the entourage of Astina.

“Our respectful greetings, Dewa,” they said, except the Eagle who just lowered his head. He had a different belief than the other pandavas, he did not believe in the existence of a god. That is why he does not give respect, only slightly lowered his head.

“Ngger, the gods want to borrow your son.” His voice was full of dignity as he spoke to Bima

“For what, Mister?”

“The Kingdom of Heaven is in danger, Ngger. Banaspati and Gandarwa have plans to attack Kayangan.” The god fell silent, then continued his words, “already your son's divine destiny became what it is today. Then let us, the gods borrow your son to help defend the kingdom of Heaven. Later, we will train and educate him to become more resilient and mature.”

For a moment Bima looked at her son, she patted him on the shoulder. “Son, if it is your destiny to protect the kingdom of the gods, go. When you're done there, go back, son. Kingdom of Pringgandani and Kingdom of Astina are always open to you.”

Once again the teenage Jabang Tutuka saluted Bima. After separating from the entourage and standing next to the god, the two then flew away from the crater rim of Candradimuka. 

The eagle followed the group to get down from the mountain. During his life, only this time he felt the mountain rise with a short time. Not like he ever participated in Mapala activities on campus. There were no tents, bonfires, or heavy luggage. Everything goes by carrying nothing but weapons.

The journey down the mountain felt heavy for Bima, unexpectedly behind her large and stocky body, it turned out that her heart was very soft. Along the way he looks moody, sadness is evident from the look of his hard face. How not, she just lost the chance to hold her baby. Plus when the baby was a teenager in a short time, their togetherness was again taken by the destiny of the gods who want their children to fight the most cunning and vicious nation, Banaspati and Gandarwa.

After a long descent, they finally reached the foot of Candradimuka Mountain. A familiar face awaited them near the door of the Amarta forest, along with a horse-drawn carriage ready to transport the retinue.

Setyaki smiled at the arrival of the Pandavas while saying, “so, you guys travel without taking me?” The knight stared at Bima who looked glum. “Which son, Kang Mas?”

Nakula and Sadewa approach Setyaki. “I'm sorry Kang Mas, his trip was unexpected and unprepared. Hence, no time to visit Kang Mas.”

“Si baby up there,” Sadewa said as she pointed at the sky.

“A—What? In—Dia?”

“He's okay, Kang Mas. The gods borrowed it against Banaspati and Gandarwa.” Nakula embraces Setyaki while taking her back to the horse-drawn carriage of the gold-plated kingdom of Dwarawati.

“Hah? Gold?” Sadewa was puzzled at what the Eagle meant.

“Iya, gold. This lustrous yellowish colored object.” The eagle pointed at the frame of the horse carriage and the door on the horse carriage.

“Ooh that, what is special about it besides for the car frame and also the palace foundation?”

“Ah is okay kok.” The disheveled-haired man chose to be silent. Actually he himself was shocked, gold which is often the reason many countries to start wars in the future. It turned out to be only raw materials for the frame of the train or the foundation of the building.

Setyaki sat back behind the horse. He will control his horse. Nakula and Sadewa had already entered the horse carriage.

Before boarding the train, Krishna patted Bima on the shoulder, which still looked sad.

“Give up your son to be wrought by the gods, your son is no ordinary son. For sure he will be able to pass the obstacles he will face.”

Bima breathed deeply, then exhaled. “Well Kang Mas. Hopefully we can meet again soon.”

“Let me alone will explain to your wife, Dewi Arimbi.”

After everyone got on the train, they returned to Astina. The eagle sat beside Setyaki who was controlling his horse. When asked why he did not enter the car, he briefly replied, “aku is not from the kingdom, after all I want to enjoy the air and scenery around the forest.”

Arriving at the palace, Eagle hurried to the gazebo where he used to rest after training. His body had started to get tired after a long non-stop journey of the past few days.

While drinking warm tea and also cassava stew which became his favorite food during this era, he opened a photo album on his tablet. Staring at the photo of Dara who was smiling, a roll in her teeth adds to the sweetness of her smile. 

“Because, Gatotkaca was born. I'll be home soon. Soon, Ra. After he successfully fought the intruders to the palace of Kayangan, I will take him home and save our world.”

The eagle sipped his drink without taking his eyes off the photo of the woman he loved.

“I, love you, Ra.” The eagle hugged the tablet, then put it back in the bag.

Just as he was about to lay down his body in the gazebo, Sri Gita came to him. “You must be tired, Mas.”

The eagle just nodded his head slowly. Gita sat beside him and let her thighs be a cushion to support the Eagle's head. The scent of body fragrance and the spice-scented hair of Gita makes the blood rush in the body of the Eagle churn. But the drowsiness overpowered him, he was asleep in a gentle rubbing of Gita's fingers on his face.