"Sir! Stop being a hero! That's ridiculous, sir!” My daughter-in-law again shouted protesting against her husband's life principle, my only child. "You'd better find our son! Haven't been home in a week! Keep on demo!” My daughter-in-law is very talkative. Even though he was washing dishes and cooking, his mouth kept on smacking.Prang!
"Mom slammed the plate?"
"No sir! nudge!”
"So be careful!"
“Careful sir! Help people make their clothes burn like that!”
"Help the baby trapped in the burning house mom!"
"That's ridiculous sir! Overnight heroes know! What if you don't survive?"
"You're a widow..."
"Paaaaak!"
Crang!
“Nudge the plate again? Do you wash dishes or play acrobatics?”
"Magic sir."
My son-in-law is getting annoyed because his protest is considered a joke by my son. He must have come out and met me sitting on the terrace. He will complain. Now he is sitting in the chair to my left. It's always like that when you're upset.
"Father!"
"Annoyed?"
"Very!"
“Back when you were five years old and caught fire in your burning house, it was your husband who saved you. I ordered! Then when you were fifteen you went to the market and your money was stolen, it was your husband who chased after the pickpocket and managed to take your wallet. I taught him to be light-hearted and likes to help others who are in trouble. You yourself yesterday gave rice to our poor neighbor, then this morning you also gave a beggar breakfast. That's a hero mentality."
"But it's not risking Father's life!"
“Well… last week you were driving too fast because you were chasing time to take our neighbor's dying child to the hospital, didn't you risk your life? You are the same as your husband! That's why it fits! Partner! Just help, the hero's mentality must also use calculations. Like when Father was guerrilla.”
"Ah, Romo, you can do it!"
"What a fussy girl!"
"Romo remembers the chatty queen, doesn't he?"
"Hush! Already there take care of your husband!”
"Ok Boss!"
In my old life, I am grateful that I am still surrounded by the people I care about; My only child is Satria, my daughter-in-law is Pertiwi, and my only grandson is Arjuna. There is one more person that I really love, namely my wife the chatty queen. My son-in-law's nagging, is nothing compared to my wife's nagging. Because even when I sleep, my wife is still fussy. His delusion still reminds me of this and that. Ah nag, I'm reminded of you...
“Mas Permadi…!” really during my life there is no voice as sweet as my wife's voice when she was calling me. Dewi Sumbadra's voice in the wayang is less melodious than my wife's voice. "May I ask sir?" he leaned against my shoulder. It's always like that when you want it. "May I?"
"What are you asking for? Man I'm poor…”
"Ugh… but it's rich in heart."
"What are you asking for?"
“Stop being a warrior! Give your bed to someone else!”
"Hey?" I was surprised. Why did he suddenly ask me to stop fighting? A week ago he was still encouraging me when he was about to storm the colonizers' headquarters. Even when I came home and I had a gunshot wound to the shoulder, he still encouraged me and treated my wounds with sincerity, patience, and dedication.
"I'm pregnant, sir?"
"What? Dear Allah! Thank you, dear Allah!" I heard the news, I was not happy. I carried my wife around the yard. I laughed out loud. Very happy. "From now on you can't work hard. Let me! Keep well!"
"But what about my request? I'm afraid…” he didn't continue his words. He looked at me worried then held his stomach. I understand what he's worried about.
"Jodo, starch, rizki, that's the power of God. We can die anytime, anywhere, and by anything if Allah wills. Better to die on the battlefield. Martyred. Dear. Our children will be ashamed if they have loser parents! So, keep on letting your husband fight!”
"I'm worried sir..."
"Just pray that Mas is safe and we can raise our children together!"
"Yes sir. Be careful okay!” I hugged him. Then set off for a guerrilla in the Sanca Indramayu Forest.
"Don't take too long, sir!" my wife shouted from the threshold of the courtyard gate. I didn't answer. I keep walking. My wife and I can't cry.
On the way I met my friends. A lot of time. I still remember there were a hundred of them. We are part of the satanic army. Today must return to the middle of the Sanctuary forest to arrange an attack strategy tonight. Let the Netherlands fall apart! Let the Dutch go back to their country!
Traitor. How could he betray his own nation just for some money. He told the Dutch where the demon army was hiding. While we were discussing a strategy to attack, the Dutch suddenly appeared with grenades and gunfire. We're not ready to fight. The Dutch could easily slaughter us. Kang Sentot our commander was dragged into prison. I can't protect him. The traitor shot me until I fell unconscious. I thought that time I died. The Dutch as well as my traitorous friend also thought I was dead.
Broken growth lost alternately. One fall grows a thousand. I lead the remnants of the satanic army. But within a week, many farmers from Indramayu, Subang and even Karawang joined together to fight. We want to free our commander Kang Sentot and of course liberate this nation from invaders. Not a day not a week, we fought for months. Day in the forest at night to attack. Sometimes daylight also appears to ambush the Dutch in the middle of the journey. We can free Kang Sentot. With him, we are more passionate about fighting.
“Permadi!” One day Kang Sentot called me. "What's wrong Kang?"
“Back To Losarang!”
"Go home?"
"Your wife!"
"Kang? Thank you Kang!” I was touched by Kang Sentot's attention. Honestly, I sometimes forget my wife and the child in her womb. I felt guilty for ignoring him because he was busy fighting.
I am home. My wife sobbed in my arms. I couldn't hold back the tears either. My wife is grateful that I can go home safely. The next day my wife started to feel sick. I ran back and forth calling Mak Tisah a traditional birth attendant. All day Mak Tisah tried to help my wife give birth. I can't bear to see my wife having a hard time giving birth. I cried in Wa Ridwan's prayer room. I pray O Allah, make it easy for my wife to give birth. The next day, Friday at ten o'clock in the morning, the seventeenth of August one thousand nine hundred and forty-five, my wife gave birth. My son, a healthy and strong man, has been born into the world. But my wife...
I cry again...
"Father!" My daughter-in-law's shrill voice startled me again. "Father! Check out Romo's TV! There's Arjuna!"
"Arjuna is on TV?" I asked myself. I immediately went to the living room to watch TV. Thank God, at the age of seventy-five, I can still see and hear clearly. So, when I watch TV, I believe the young man who is giving the speech is my only grandson, Arjuna. God, thank you for this pride. I'm not educating my grandchildren for nothing. Now my grandson is showing his courage against outrage. "Hey where's your husband?"
"Well Romo, did you excuse yourself from Romo going to the office..."
"He won't excuse me."
"Maybe I can't bear to disturb Romo reminiscing aka daydreaming!"
“Romoooo!!!”
"Allah is the Greatest!" the leader of the anti-corruption and anti-arbitrariness demonstrators stopped giving speeches. He fell to the ground covered in blood. The brave student was immediately rescued by his friends. His other friends, seen on the TV screen, even more violently attacked the building where the state criminals resided.
I left my unconscious daughter-in-law with the maid. I have to meet my grandson. This old man always has extra energy when dealing with anger. I may not be able to fight anymore, but I can still fight.
"Good afternoon heroes! I hope you live in Jakarta too.” I was just opening the door of the house going to the garage when I got a greeting from him. An old man sitting in a wheelchair with six body guards behind him. I dont know him.
"You forgot I'm a hero? Veteran? Former hero? No problem. But I warn you to be good at educating your children and grandchildren! Otherwise, I will go back to slaughtering you!”
"Hey who are you?"
"That is not important! Tell your son to quit being a lawyer! Mark is my son! I hope the death of your grandson will deter you and your children! If you ignore my orders, your son will die on his fiftieth birthday next month!”
He threatened me. Then they left. I froze trying to remember who the man was. Oh, he is a traitor to the nation. May old enemies meet again in this capital city.
Thank God my grandson is safe. The bullets lodged in the right shoulder, in the left thigh, and in his chest can be retrieved. Thankfully the bullet didn't hit my grandson's heart. After waking up my grandson wanted to go home immediately and then go back to fighting with his fellow students. I forbade him until he was healthy and the wound was dry. After that he was free to continue the struggle.
Traitors really are traitors. My son-in-law was kidnapped. I understand it was the traitor's tactic so that my son would no longer take care of the case but focus more on finding his wife. Likewise, my grandson will stop leading demonstrations and prefer to find his mother. I laughed inside. My son will continue to fight to drag him to jail. My grandson will also continue to struggle to lead the demonstration until the government is firm in arresting corruptors and prospering this nation. About my son-in-law, huh the traitor doesn't know who my son-in-law is yet. He's not playing smart. He would be able to save himself.
The traitor thinks I am mentally what? The blood that flows in my body, in the bodies of my children, grandchildren, and daughters-in-law, is the blood of heroes. Our mentality is also that of a hero. Do you think that with this independence the heroism mentality is extinct? Oh no. In fact, it will be tougher. Heroes are now heroes of independence. The colonizers are now traitors to the nation who want to enrich themselves by justifying any means. No matter how strong you are now a traitor, you will definitely lose to the hero.
In the past, a traitor could slaughter hundreds of heroes. This means that there are far fewer villains than heroes. This means again, this nation has many heroes. Those heroes must have passed on their mentality to their children and grandchildren. Now, this old man who is still dashing, will again rekindle the spirit of heroism to save the nation. Dear Indonesian people.
I used to have a rifle. Now I am actively giving speeches on TV, radio, or writing about the heroic mentality that must be ignited in the newspapers with the intention of gathering my former friends to fight again. Until the appointed day, in a very wide field, As I thought, they came with their children and grandchildren. The demon army has returned. Ready to fight against traitors of the nation.
"Father!"
When I was about to give a speech, I heard that shrill voice. I'm glad to see it. My son-in-law is free.
“Father, first I pretended to be dead. They took me out of the lockup room. They dumped me on the side of the road. They are stupid, Father! I'm safe!"
“O heroes! Let's revive the spirit of heroism in our hearts! We pass this spirit on to our children and grandchildren! Let's fight to save our nation from the wrath of the heir of betrayal!” my speech is passionate.
"Long live the hero!" shouted my son-in-law grabbing the mic I was holding. This basis son-in-law is sometimes impolite. "Sorry, Roman!"
"From now on, the demon army will be renamed to the hero army!" My voice was greeted with thunderous applause. Thousands of heroes have united their resolve. The enemy will not be afraid to see it. Since then, my family and I can't stop being heroes. Even though sometimes to be a hero I have to risk the safety of my family. But I don't have to worry about my family because I have instilled a heroic mentality.
They kidnapped me. I know this is what the traitor did. He was afraid that his glory as the king of swindlers in this country would be exposed. He's on the threshold of the hell of the world! I heck calm. I believe in the heroic mental power of my people! My son was kidnapped. My daughter-in-law was kidnapped again. My grandson was kidnapped too. They thought the struggle would stop. Yes No! This nation will continue to fight! They can't stop being heroes. Broken growth lost alternately. One fall grows millions…hero! // The short story of Untung Gautara // Pilang , 130710.
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