The gatotkaca 2050
Scattered Truth

Cold sweat on the face of Ramadwipa who is under threat Arjuna, he is in a difficult choice. If he receives an offer from Arjuna, the Kauravas will hunt down and destroy his kingdom. Whereas if he refused Arjuna's offer, the economy in the kingdom he led would die.

Plus maybe he will die right now, considering his warlord who was feared by the enemy was easily conquered by Arjuna.

Arjuna loosened his hand slightly, letting Ramadwipa breathe. “So... How about my offer?” tagih Arjuna's.

Ramadwipa lowered his face, he could not decide whether to side with one of the camps between Kaurava or Pandawa.

Suddenly the door of the palace opened, four soldiers came in and saw the Eagle standing with his spear.

“Catch him! This man who last night burned a village near the forest of Alasjiwo.” One of the higher rank soldiers pointed towards the Eagle.

Feeling himself accused by the soldiers, the Eagle immediately put up the horses to attack but was immediately prevented by Arjuna.

“You're sure he did it?” arjuna said calmly as he looked at the soldiers who were in front of him.

“Who else if not him, last night he was in that village!”

One of the soldiers looked back at Arjuna from the tip of his foot to the tip of his head. “Who are you? What do you want with our king?” His words made the other soldiers turn their spears towards Arjuna.

Quickly and vigorously, the Eagle slashed his spear from top to bottom to lower their spear-eye blows to the floor. Then the lances were nabbed again into the bodies of the soldiers until they bounced. “Dear of your courtesy, he's the king of Panchala!”

Half-stayed the soldiers who were still in pain knelt down and paid their respects to Arjuna.

“Ma—Sorry, we ti—don't know..” said one of the soldiers whose rank is highest.

Arjuna's clothes are not royal clothes, he only wears black pants with blue ties that are tucked in his body. The clothes he used to wear while still in Astina, his long hair was curled upwards without a crown. Anyone who saw him at that time would have thought that he was just a traveler or a common knight, because without a crown on his head and his usual clothes.

“Who saw him last night in the village?” This time, Arjuna asked with heightened emotions.

“Ka—We who saw it.” The four soldiers answered together.

“When did you know the village was burning?” Arjuna asked the question again. His emotions could still be restrained even though he was very angry back then.

Seeing the opportunity, Ramadwipa tried to escape. The condition of his palace which only has one door, makes the king of Pamujan run through the four guards who are being interrogated by Arjuna.

With a single swing of the hand, a small bow of arrow emerged from Arjuna's hand and shot an arrow that struck the cloth worn by Ramadan until he fell. “Do not try to run, our business is not finished!” he said while returning his eyes to the four soldiers who were in front of him.

The soldiers looked at each other, no one dared to answer after seeing the greatness of the person who interrogated them.

“Now answer my question. When did you know the village was burning?”

“Lewat midnight. We were there when the fire burned most of the village. We saw him there,” said the warrior leader with trembling. “I think he did it,” he continued.

“You have proof that this guy did it?”

The four warriors of Pamujan kingdom shook their heads together.

“Good idea.” Arjuna nodded his head, he turned his gaze to Ramadwipa. “We're going to that village now. Find out who did all this,” orders Arjuna who was greeted head nod by king Pamujan with a feeling of fear.

Not long ago Ramadwipa's entourage had reached the outermost village of his kingdom which was close to Alasjiwo forest. The villagers who saw the royal horse-drawn carriage immediately lowered their heads as soon as they saw their king coming with Arjuna and the Eagle, as well as some royal warriors. Gatotkaca was watching from the air.

As soon as he got off the horse, Arjuna approached a man who was treating a sharp puncture wound on his shoulder. “Uncle is okay?” said Arjuna softly while giving the drinking water in the leaves.

“Aarrghh... It's okay noble,” the answer is shrivelled.

“Drink first, Uncle.”

Drinking the water that Arjuna gave with one gulp, his face looks very happy.

“Who did this to Uncle?”

The look of the man glared away looking at the sky, he tried to remember the incident he experienced last night. “I didn't see it very clearly, but I saw at a glance he covered his mouth with a cloth. Ta—But before he left, I had time to snatch this from him.” He gave a rag to Arjuna.

Arjuna stared at the torn cloth given by the man, staring with black color with a reddish-brown batik motif that is characteristic of Hastinapura.

“You know that fabric?” asked the curious eagle.

“Ya,” nod Arjuna. “This royal fabric Hastinapura.”

“What?” pekik Ramadan. He was surprised by what Arjuna said. “What's my fault until Hastinapura burns this village?”

“Okay, maybe this is their strategy to make Panchala and Pamujan feud.” Arjuna answered Ramadvipa's question calmly. He then calmed back the person he asked earlier by helping to treat his injuries.

The four soldiers who had earlier accused the Eagle of bowing his face, they were ashamed that their accusations were wrong.

“Hei! rather than you guys shut up, come with me to help build this village again!” bring the Eagle to them.

The soldiers looked at each other, they nodded their heads and helped the residents rebuild their village which was almost burned down.

After helping to treat the wounds, Arjuna came to Ramadwipa who was still pensive to see the village that was still in his power was almost destroyed.

“So, how about my offer?” Arjuna's words surprised Ramadwipa who was pensive.

The king let out a long sigh, he slightly thought about the consequences that were obtained if he chose wrongly. Seen again village side by side with the forest Alasjiwo, his heart was very broken when knowing the truth that who did this all was a messenger from Hastinapura.

This time Arjuna helped build the houses of the villagers who were destroyed, this view can not be separated from the observation of Ramadwipa.

“If I may know, who are you?” he told Arjuna.

Arjuna was still carrying a wooden cradle on his shoulder, he turned towards Ramadan with a smile. “I am Arjuna, king of Panchala. Pandawa's third son,” he replied while continuing to help residents.

Ramadwipa was aghast, at that time he immediately determined the answer to approve Arjuna's invitation without any conditions.