The Dark World
Two Realms

...TWO REALMS...

...Author by: David Khanz...

The warm rays of the morning sun hit my face, waking me up from the melancholy that melenakan some time. Sukma gradually returns, merging in the body contest. I squinted my eyes from the blinding bias that broke through a gap, dragging half of my body away from the blinding light. Rise up sitting with a mind full of questions, confused in an isolated condition.

"Where is this?" Kusapu view around every corner of the place currently located, from the bed landscape based on a stretch of pandan leaf mat, where to lay the body a moment ago. It looks like a small room with bamboo woven walls, wooden pillars, and a roof made of thatch that is composed thick and neat.

Suddenly ....

"Uhuk .. eummhh .. "sounds frail coughing heavily from the outside of another room. Followed by faint sounds of conversation.

I lowered my legs down the cot that stood firm as high as the leg, traced the damp ground floor, then stepped slowly towards the origin of the capable voice.

From the house apparently. Two male figures were busy talking with cold faces, befriending a coffee cup and a plate of boiled sampa, sitting on top of the resort hall. One was old with head hair and a white beard stretched out, equipped with a bahar root bracelet encircling his wrist. Another was a middle-aged, thick-moustached transverse and dressed all in black complete with a matching colored headband.

I tried to get closer and eavesdropped from behind the curtains made of bark, but for a long time their chatter stopped. Until then ....

"What are you doing there, young man?"

Holy hooch! I gasp. The old man with the white hair and beard, knew he was standing right behind me. When's road?

I felt a bit away from where he was standing, with a heartbeat that was still timid. "Sorry, Sir. I just woke up and don't know why I'm suddenly here."

The old man scrunched his forehead with a sharp glare down his guts. "Where did you come from, young man? The tone and the language you spoke were very foreign to us."

I shook my head. "I don't know, sir. I thought ... Before I woke up, I slept in my own room. But why is it here now. This is Dad's house, right?"

"Hmmm ... " The old man rubbed his beard, still accompanied by a sharp and strange look. "Where are you coming from? What's the name of the place you've been living in all this time?"

"I'm from Jakarta, sir," I replied immediately.

"Tournaments?"

"Yes, ... Jakarta. Must have been Mr .... "

"I've never heard of a place called Jakarta. Which village is that?"

The village? Yeah, God! Are there still Indonesians who still do not know the name of their own country's capital?

"Kok, kampung, sir? Jakarta is a big city. Capital of our country. Even now the president is held by the same person, named—"

"Capital state? Since when do we have a country?" The old man frowned even more, confused.

"Yes, God! You think this is still in the colonial era?" I chuckled so hard to tears.

"The natives are still colonized by foreigners, young man! Even the war is getting bigger. Where have you been all this time?!" The voice of the old man rose while shaking his waist.

The cross-moustached man who had been peeking at our conversation, appeared from behind the door. "Don't he spy on our enemy, Ki Braja?"

At once we turned to the figure of the man dressed in all black.

"Enemy spy? Who is our enemy? These Fathers are living in the age of history alone," I began to be confused. "I am not a buzzer whose work always spreads hoax news and provokes the public with political posts on the internet!"

The two men threw eyes at each other with faces confused by what I just said.

"What's he talking about, Carok? The language I don't understand at all!" hatch the old man called by the name of Ki Braja earlier.

"I also feel that way, Ki," replied Carok, the man with the cross-whisker. "Don't be right my suspicion earlier, he was ma—"

"Shortly, Carok!"

"What's up, Ki?"

I felt an increasingly uncomfortable nuance, red eyes Ki Braja pay close attention to every detail of clothing I wear from top to toe. What exactly is he thinking? Worry continues to hit this heart.

"Young man, tell me the truth, who exactly are you? Where the hell are you from?" tanya Ki Braja. "Your face looks like it reminds me of someone .... "

With a quivering voice I replied, "I told you earlier, I am from Jakarta. I myself was confused when I woke up earlier, why is it here?"

Ki Braja. "Last night, I found you lying on the edge of the woods there. Right in our usual place .... "

"It goes without saying, Ki. I still suspect that he's one of the spies sent by the company, to find out where we've been all along." Hurriedly Carok cut off Ki Braja's speech.

"Awhile .. earlier the father was talking about the company." I am not understanding the words of these two men. "Dutch companies or invaders have long gone from our country. It happened seventy-four years ago. We're free, sir!"

"Decome, you say?" Carok took a step forward approaching me while pulling the machete blade tucked away on his waist. "In fact, they are increasingly rampant to make indigenous people as slave farmers. How can you say we're free?"

"I .... "

"What year do you think we're living in?" Carok is getting closer.

My forehead wrinkled. " ... 2019, sir."

Ki Braja and Carok looked at each other again. "That's a long time, Young man. About 200 years into the future."

"What?" I almost laughed but hurriedly held back while thinking count. " ... 200 years? So today is the year ... 1819, is it?"

"What year do you think it will be, young man?" Ki Braja smiled wryly. "You said earlier, this country has been independent since seventy-four years from the time you came, that means the one hundred and twenty-sixth year of the present. Hmc .... "

Carok approached Ki Braja while whispering, "Don't trust this young man too much, Ki. I'm sure he's talking and trying to outwit us with his imaginary stories, to have plenty of time to spy on us here."

Ki Braja turned to look towards Carok. "You think I just believe her story? Instead I was more interested in the material and shape of the clothes she was wearing."

"What's wrong with her clothes, Ki?"

"You don't see? Notice the button in the middle of her clothes. The shape is elongated and made of shiny material. I noticed, just pulling up and down to cover her clothes. You don't think that's an oddity?"

Carok mangosteen while also paying attention to my clothes.

"This is a zipper, sir. You've never seen button mode like gini, have you, sir?" I said after noticing the direction of the two men's gaze on the sweater worn on this body.

Ki Braja's eyes were getting sharper on me. "What's your name, Young Man?"

"Brajasmara Sinabar!"

"What?" Serempak the two men asked accompanied by a shock look on each other's faces.

Suddenly my nape was touched by two fingers of Ki Braja. So fast and never to be missed. As a result, my body suddenly stiff and difficult to move. Followed later by a sweep of five fingers rubbing lightning until this consciousness suddenly disappeared. Don't know what happens next, because the thick has blinded all the realms of the mind ....

* * * * * *

"Braja, wakeup! Oye .... "

A gentle pat hit the face over and over again, until I finally opened these eyes with a slightly blurred look. Slowly a middle-aged woman stood beside me with her smile.

"Wake up! I want morning too! You went to college today, right?" said the figure while tidying up the books scattered around me. "Ran, deh, same with you. It was big too, his behavior, still like a boy. This is a room or a broken ship, anyway?"

I got up from sleep and looked around. My final focus was on the figure who was picking up the books while talking non-stop. "Who are you, Nisanak?"

"I don't know who you are and why I'm here?"

"You don't have any more mama, do you, Raja? Where's the camera?" The woman looked around the place with her little laugh. "Sin, you know, you. Hihihim .... "

I woke up from a soft, soft cot that had never been found in a lifetime, except for a bamboo bed with pandan leaf mats that were always used when laying down.

"You call me by the name of Braja? Have we known each other before, Nisanak?" I was confused to see the woman.

"Why are you, Braja? Wrong sleeping? Usually a neck pain, not your brain that is drooping. Hihih." She still laughs at herself and occasionally looks at me. "So like the martial world era only. What was that ... The nisanak? Hihahi. Udah, mendingan you shower there so your brain fresh, continue to breakfast and go straight to college."

"Sepent ... " I approached the middle-aged woman. "The baby knows me, but I don't know you. Who is this Nisanak? Why am I here?"

"Braj ... " The woman approached me with a strange look. "You're not kidding anymore, are you, son? You .... "

"Yes, God!" I was aghast as I looked at my own figure through the mirror reflection. "Where's my beard? My hair? This face ... Why did I change this young?"

"Braja .. You're healthy, right, son?" The woman rubbed my shoulder. "You .... "

"No! Tell me I'm not dreaming! This ... this ... " I brushed off the woman's arm. "Who is this child?"

"I'm your Mama, Raja. What the hell happened to you? Your head's a wooden bed?"

"Ah, no! I need to get ready to head off the company's army! Where's Carok, my men? I must leave immediately ... " I stepped out of the room followed by the woman who claimed to be my mother earlier.

"Braja! Where are you going? Wait!"

I did not care and accelerated my pace until the screams of the woman were no longer heard.

Nature still looks completely with a gust of wind that feels freezing cold. I just want to run and run among the thick that binds the netra. This thought was focused on the safety of Carok and my other men, from the invasion of the company forces that have sniffed our hiding place so far.

* * * * * *

Ki Braja was in a hurry to get into the room, the place where I was still lying stiff half-conscious.

"Wake up, Young man!" yelled Ki Braja while tapping his two fingers on the flesh of my shoulder violently.

Slowly my consciousness recovered. "What's up, sir?"

"We must get out of here as soon as possible, before the company's troops come to ravage this place!" said Ki Braja directly helped me stand up and dragged outside the hut.

In front of the house was standing, the man with the cross mustache who I knew by the name of Carok, getting ready with a sharp machete drawn in front of his chest. "Hurry, Ki. They're getting closer!"

I'm confused, what's going on. Nature is still blinded with a black concentrate that limits visibility. Whether it was the night or the morning before this time, which was certain before leaving, Ki Braja looked at me deeply with the look of his eyes that were aiming.

"Listen to me, Young man. Whatever happens, keep running as long as you can. Remember, never go back to where you came from. This is the only way for you to get out of here!" Ki Braja held both of my shoulders tightly. "Bring this thing as a memento of our brief encounter!"

Ki Braja took off the bahar root bracelet on his wrist, then handed it to me forcibly.

"What's this for, sir? Then ... Where should I go?" I am still overwhelmed with confusion and doubt at the advice given by Ki Braja earlier while holding the bahar root bracelet.

From a distance there were several times the sound of a loud eruption, echoing throughout the jungle that surrounded us.

"Hurry, Ki! They're getting closer!" exclaiming Carok with a depressed face.

"Young man, follow us! Come ... " Ki Braja hurriedly stepped up followed by Carok. I also immediately walked in their locusts.

Over time the move was getting faster and changed with a run that must be balanced, but my motion felt slower lagging far by Ki Braja and Carok.

"Sir, wait for me!" I shouted with a loud breath. The two men did not look back in the slightest, they ran faster and farther leaving me alone. Until it finally disappeared into the darkness.

I was confused where to go. Everything looked the same, black wrapped in darkness. Can only walk without necessarily following the point of the toes. Fear is haunting, enveloping every hallway of taste in the heart.

Faintly among the scuffling, I heard footsteps approaching from the front.

Surely Mr. Braja and Carok come back again to pick me up, this inner whisper is relieved.

No, it didn't seem like they were, but another human being was running towards me. Just one, a man like me. His shadow became more visible, until he finally stopped a moment a few steps ahead. Staring at me with strange and confused eyes.

No sound came out of our mouths to say hello or to ask. The figure of the man had slowly inched away, then continued his run leaving me.

"Hey ..wait!" I shouted after his figure moved away, but it was useless that he still ran and disappeared into the darkness. "Surprising, apparently ... God ... man earlier, how .... "

I felt my own face, then turned towards the disappearance of the male figure that was encountered earlier. Who her? Why ....

BRACKET!

Ah, my head was hit by something that went across hard. Enough to make this footprints, to fall into a layer of hard and cold soil. Followed by the loss of consciousness I picked up mortal.

* * * * * *

"King .... "

I opened my eyelids slowly, staring at the figure in front with the view still blurred.

"King .... "

The voice called me a second time. That's, right, the sound ....

"Mama .." I said as soon as I recognized the figure.

"Wake, Son! I want Magrib! It is not good to sleep after Asar time. Wake up," said Mama gently waking me up.

I got up and sat down on the bed. "Ma .... "

"What's up, son?"

"Why did Mama give me the name Braja?"

Mom smiled. "Why ask that?"

"Just want to know, Ma."

After a moment of thought, Mama replied, "That's the name of your late son, son. The father of your grandfather, his name is Brajasmara Sinabar."

I'm stunned. "Why should that name?"

"Of course, maybe the name will always remind the figure of your Papa family's ancestors. That's why Papa chose that name for you."

I nodded slowly without any interest in asking Mama again.

"Mandi, gih! Magrib, you know, son." Mom stepped outside my room.

"Yes, Ma .. "I answered while looking at the bahar root bracelet that was in my grasp.

...DONE ...