Wandering & Wondering

Sunday, 29 November 2015

After Watching "Freedom Writers"

source: www.movieposter.com/
But even an ordinary secretary or a housewife or a teenager can, within their own small ways, turn on a small light in a dark room. (Miep Gies, Freedom writers, 2007)

I found this movie when I was in the midst of my reading slump and writing block that brought me nowhere near finishing my novel. Then, I was looking for some films about writing to get me away from my writer’s block. There it was. Some people on internet recommended it and I watched it. 

Saturday, 28 November 2015

Nararya di Langit Kejiwaan

BULAN NARARYA:
Nararya di Langit Kejiwaan
(Sebuah Resensi Bulan Nararya oleh Sinta Yudisia)

Oleh Sara Fiza



Judul buku : Bulan Nararya
Penulis : Sinta Yudisia
Penyunting bahasa : Mastris Radyamas
Penerbit : Indiva Media Kreasi
Ketebalan : 256 halaman
Ukuran : 19 cm
ISBN : 978-602-1614-33-4
Cetakan I : September, 2014
 
“… Bila bukan karena  ketangguhan jiwa dan kemampuan mencari solusi maka manusia bisa menjadi gila.” (Bulan Nararya, hal 33)
      Menjadi Nararya Tunggadewi adalah menjadi bagian dari para skizofrenik dan begitulah para skizofrenik menjadi bagian dari Nararya yang kerap dipanggil Rara. Membaca Bulan Nararya adalah membaca kejiwaan setiap karakternya. Memang inilah yang ditawarkan Sinta Yudisia dalam novel ini, sebuah novel psikologi yang mengantarkan pembacanya masuk ke dalam dunia realitas para penghuni Mental Health Center, baik para pasiennya maupun terapisnya sekalipun.
        Adalah Yudhistira, Pak Bulan, dan Sania sebagai klien penghuni pusat rehabilitasi yang menjadi bagian hidup Rara. Yudhistira yang mengidap skizofrenik katatonik dan Obsessive Compulsive Dissorder alias OCD merupakan sosok yang dikelilingi ibunya dan ketiga kakak perempuannya yang protektif  yang kemudian berbenturan dengan istrinya, Diana, yang mandiri dan keras kepala nampaknya menjadi alasan tekanan mental bagi Yudhistira. Ada juga Pak bulan yang senang menatap bulan yang selalu ia sebut-sebut bulan purnama meski di langit justru sabit yang tampak. Kemudian, Sania, gadis yang memiliki masa lalu suram di tengah keluarganya yang kelam; ibu bergonta-ganti pasangan, bapak pemabuk, dan nenek pemukul.
         Kehadiran klien-klien Rara itu semakin membuatnya bersikukuh mempertahankan idealismenya untuk mengembangkan terapi transpersonal yang menggunakan pendekatan kekeluargaan yang bisa memakan waktu lama dibandingkan dengan farmakologi yang membuat pasien ketergantungan pada obat-obatan. Meski berulang kali ditolak oleh pemilik pusat rehabilitasi, Bu Sausan, Rara tetap menjunjung tinggi mimpinya itu.
       Kehidupan Rara sebagai terapis tidak berarti ia terbebas dari masalah hidupnya. Ditengah-tengah beban kerjanya yang bertumpuk, Rara harus menelan pil pahit saat pernikahannya dengan Angga, yang dipuja-puja banyak wanita, harus kandas setelah sepuluh tahun pernikahan dan semakin pelik ketika Moza, sahabatnya, justru menikah dengan angga diam-diam setelah perceraian mereka dan hamil! Hal yang tidak kunjung ada ketika Angga membersamai dirinya. Tekanan hidupnya yang seolah begitu sempurna mendekapnya membuat Rara harus berhadapan dengan sebuah halusinasi kelopak mawar yang berserakan dengan genangan darah anyir di tempat kerjanya. Peristiwa yang dianggap halusinasi inilah yang seiring berjalannya waktu menjadi bumbu ketegangan pada novel ini.
       Sinta Yudisia, sang penulis, begitu pintar mengeksplorasi karakter demi karakter sehingga para pembaca seolah berbicang dengan karakter dalam novelnya. Kita akan juga dibingungkan dengan mencari jalan keluar dari permasalahan Rara, bagaimana kondisi kejiwaan kita jika menjadi Yudhistira, Pak Bulan atau Sania, atau bagaimana kesalnya melihat kelakuan Angga. Berlatar belakang lulusan magister Psikologi, Sinta Yudisia tentunya begitu paham dengan psikologi yang diangkatnya. Kita tidak hanya dikenalkan dengan dunia psikologi dan lika-likunya, tapi kita juga diberi penyelesaian-penyelasaian masalah yang dikirimkan lewat karakter Bu Sausan yang meskipun tegas dan konservatif namun begitu bijak dan cerdas dalam menasihati.

“Tak usah mencari apa makna yang tersirat,” Bu Sausan seolah membaca pikiran.”Kesukaanmu mencari apa yang tersembunyi di belakang, akan menyulitkan. Pakai saja konsep here and now. Apa yang ada di hadapanmu, itu saja.”(Halaman 93)

        Atau Faridah, sosok yang ia temui di kota Palu mengajarkannya secara tidak langsung untuk terus bertahan dalam kehidupannya dengan menceritakan konflik Poso yang merenggut suaminya.
          Selain eksplorasi karakter yang manis, penulis juga mampu membuat Novel Dewasa ini dengan plot yang memikat, dosis ketegangan yang pas, dan setting yang begitu mengangkat lokalitas. Diksi yang terkandung di dalamnya begitu memikat kita dan dengan mudah seolah menerbangkan kita pada ujung novel ini tanpa kita sadari.
            Nararya mungkin seolah bulan yang menerangi hidup para pasiennya, menerangi dunia psikologi dengan idealisme transpersonalnya, juga menjadi bulan penerang yang terseok-seok menerangi dunianya sendiri. Namun, yang menjadi catatan adalah Nararya merupakan refleksi dari semua unsur cahaya lain dalam hidupnya berupa pasien-pasien skizofreniknya.


Monday, 9 November 2015

Puncak-Puncak Putih


Kalau kau ingin membaca kisah petualangan pendaki handal dan cerita tentang keindahan puncak yang indah, maka kau salah tempat. Carilah blog-blog pendaki dan mulailah menguntit para pendaki hebat yang sudah mendaki banyak puncak, kau akan temukan mereka berdiri gagah di banyak puncak dengan pemandangan yang begitu Indah. 
Puncak-puncak putih bukanlah cerita tentang puncak bersalju. Maka kau boleh saja pergi dan tidak jadi membaca tulisan ini. 
Cerita ini adalah tentang sebuah, hmm..., kau bisa menyebutnya kegagalan. Kegagalan menurutmu, mungkin.
Maka, inilah sebuah kegagalan pada puncak-puncak putih kupaparkan.

***
Setelah perjalanan panjang dari Bandung ke Malang dengan terlebih dahulu transit di Kediri, setelah perang tawar menawar angkot, kemudian tawar menawar penginapan yang harganya menjadi setengahnya, masih juga harus tawar menawar Jeep hingga pukul 2 sambil makan nasi campur kentang mustofa--hasil eksperimen--ditabur kacang pilus dan rumput laut, akhirnya kami berhasil sampai di Penanjakan satu, Voila! Puncak berkabut. Putih. Semakin pagi, semakin siang, jam mulai menunjukan pukul 9 tapi kabut tidak juga beranjak. Kami bersikukuh untuk tinggal, mungkin saja semakin siang selimut kabut itu akan tersingkap, wilayah Bromo nampaknya kelelahan hari itu dan enggan untuk memamerkan cantiknya, setiap orang mulai pulang kecewa, kami masih bertahan. Temanku masih saja belum mau beranjak, tapi setelah diseret oleh jadwal perjalanan, ia luluh juga. 

Mendaki Gunung Gede jalur Gunung Putri kami kehujanan selama pendakian. Sampai di Alun-Alun suryakencana semua berbalut putih, kami hanya bisa melihat beberapa meter kedepan. Ketika sampai puncak, aku kembali menemukan puncak putih, tapi tak seluruhnya. masih sempat mengabadikan momen sebelum awan putih kembali menyergap, masih bisa melihat kawah sebelum putih akhirnya menutupi, dan kemudian kami kembali berjalan turun ditengah putih. 

Paralayang di Puncak, Bogor pun aku kembali disapa putih. Langit memutih. pemandangan dibawah masih terlihat hijau dan jelas, hanya langit yang putih. Berbeda dengan di bromo ataupun di Gede, kabut menghiasi bagian atas juga menciumi alam hingga bawah. Aku pernah berada ditengah kabut, Namun ini, hanya langit yang memutih. Ternyata putih yang kutemukan berbeda. Dulu kutemukan kabut,  Kini?

"Ini mah bukan kabut, neng. Asap itu loh neng kayaknya."
"Asap Riau, pak?"
"Iya neng, katanya udah nyampe sini juga"

Masa sih? Aku hanya bisa mengoceh dalam hati. Sudah Sampai sini?

***
Setiap perjalanan adalah sebuah cerita menarik. Dibalik puncak-puncak putih yang mungkin hanya bisa jadi cibiran orang karena tidak melihat pemandangan yang sesungguhnya, ada sebuah kisah belakang layar yang mungkin tidak mereka tahu. Mengingat Bromo dan malang kadang saya terkekeh sendiri, selain berhasil mengunjungi berbagai tempat indah tentunya, intinya kami belajar teknik menawar dan manajemen uang minim dengan keinginan tempat kunjungan yang terlalu banyak. Kami semakin menghargai makanan setiap suapnya. kami belajar untuk tidak makan di stasiun kereta karena harganya terlalu mahal dan isinya sedikit. Carilah warteg mahasiswa di Malang, dengan Uang 10ribu kami bisa makan berenam sekaligus dengan nasi menggunung dan lauk yang lumayan. Kami merasakan sensasi membawa motor ke sempu sejauh 140km bulak-balik tanpa tahu jalan dan kehujanan. Kami merasakan persaudaraan di tanah orang atas teman yang telah menampung kami karena tidak sanggup menyewa penginapan. Dan setiap langkah kami lainnya adalah cerita.

Mengingat Gede, adalah melihat persaudaraan. Mendengar ragam cerita dan keceriaan juga arti hidup dari setiap pendaki lainnya. Mengingat Gede adalah makan enak dengan Chef handal dan langit bertaburkan bintang-bintang saat dini hari menyapa. Mengingat Gede adalah melihat carrier abang setim sebesar kulkas dan masih bisa melempar lelucon sepanjang jalan. Mengingat Gede adalah mengingat jurnalis Korea yang kusangka orang jepang dan kemudian mendokumentasikan langkah kami. Mengingat Gede adalah bertukar nomor dengan bapak Hantu Rimba tim SAR yang kemudian mengajak mendaki ke Gunung salak, yang harus kutolak karena waktu itu godaan skripsi dan wisuda terasa sangat menggoda.

Mengingat Puncak adalah mengingat Riau dan daerah di Sumatera lainnya, mengingat Berau dan daerah di Kalimantan lainnya. Bukan hanya puncak mereka yang putih, seluruh kota berbalut putih. Putih mereka bukan kabut yang dingin, melainkan Asap penuh racun yang perlahan-lahan membius para warga menjadi kesakitan. Di puncak-puncak putih, selalu ada cerita dan hikmah, saudaraku... semoga kalian menemukan sebuah hikmah putih di kota kalian tanpa harus hanya meratap namun juga berdoa dan bergerak. Gerakan kalian di media sudah semakin merebak, semakin banyak orang yang sudah sadar. Semoga kalian terus bertahan ketika para pengepul asap itu mulai mencekik kalian dengan putih-putih mereka yang mematikan.

Di puncak-puncak putih, kalian bisa saja menyebutnya kegagalan. Di kota-kota putih ini siapa yang sebenarnya merencanakan kegagalan? Siapa yang gagal menyelamatkan? 
Indonesia putih, apakah ini sebuah kegagalan? Lantas Siapa?

Puncak, Bogor
Bromo
Gunung Gede bersama Srikandi Rocker

Kabut Asap Berau (Sapos.com)

Kabut Asap Riau (MetroNews)



Thursday, 10 September 2015

Bagaimana Cara Berterimakasih pada Malaikat? (Bagian 2)


Bagaimana caranya berterimakasih pada malaikat?
Kau berkata bahwa aku hanya perlu berterimakasih pada diriku sendiri telah begitu kuat menopang perih yang tak berkesudahan. Kau berkata bahwa aku hanya perlu berterimakasih pada angin yang jaraknya selalu sangat dekat melingkupi setiap senti tubuhku. Kau berkata bahwa aku hanya perlu berterimakasih pada sampah-sampah yang berserakan bahkan sisa makanan yang tak ku makan karena mereka rela terbuang hanya agar aku dapat menjunjung setiap cita yang kugantung. Kau berkata bahwa aku hanya perlu berterimakasih pada cinta yang telah memaksa kita bertemu. Aku dan malaikatku bertemu. Kau berkata bahwa aliran cinta kita hanya perlu mengalir terus. Karena meskipun sungai kita berbeda, muara cinta kita akan selalu sama. Selalu kembali pada sebuah bentuk kemahaan. Mahacinta. Yang telah menerbangkan semua malaikat itu dan hanya bisa tersenyum bahagia dan terus menerus mencintai meski tanpa terimakasih.
Ia, sang Mahacinta, berkata, “Cintailah Aku, Maka Aku akan mencintaimu. Dan ketika Aku mencintaimu, kau akan tahu”
Jadi, bagaimana caranya berterimakasih pada malaikat?

Kurasa cinta kini cukup. 
Monday, 7 September 2015

Bagaimana Cara Berterimakasih pada Malaikat? (Bagian 1)


Bagaimana cara berterimakasih pada malaikat?
Haruskah aku menjabat tanganmu dengan sederhana, mengalirkan setiap hangat, dingin, berkeringat, bergetar, bahkan seluruh sensasi rasa kepadamu hanya untuk kau tahu bahwa aku berterimakasih kau telah mau sekadar melihatku ditengah duniamu yang telah sesak oleh berjuta manusia? Sudahkah cukup?
Haruskah aku menuliskan tanda terimakasih bertumpuk-tumpuk dan mengirimkannya pada surga hanya untuk kautahu bahwa aku berterimakasih engkau telah hadir dalam setiap celah jiwa bahkan menyelusup dan mengisi luka yang telah lama menganga? Sudahkah cukup?
Haruskah aku Meneriakan kata terimakasih beribu-ribu kali selantang-lantangnya seluas-luasnya ke setiap sudut pijakan tanah bahkan setiap sudut langit yang bahkan kutahu tak bersudut sama sekali hanya untuk kau tahu bahwa sekadar senyummu yang sudah candu telah lama memaksaku untuk menarik setiap sudut bibirku kesisi, menampakkan gigi-gigiku, membinarkan mataku? Sudahkah cukup?
Atau haruskah aku hanya berbisik lirih dan menitipkanmu pada sang pemilik jiwa kita karena Dia lebih tahu bagaimana caranya melimpahkan sayang dan Dia lebih tahu bagaimana caranya menjagamu ketika aku bahkan tak sanggup untuk menjaga diriku sendiri? Sudahkah cukup?
Berterimakasih padamu tidak akan pernah cukup.
Kita tidak akan pernah cukup.
Cinta tidak akan pernah cukup.
Sepertinya.


Sara Fiza, 29 Agustus 2015

Ditengah rasa berterimakasih yang bergumul tiap hari.
Sunday, 30 August 2015

Bagaimana caranya sakit?

Kau bertanya kepadaku bagaimana caranya menjadi sakit saat aku terbaring di rumah sakit dengan cairan infus yang menetes begitu perlahan. “Bagaimana?” katamu lagi.

Dalam sekejap aku mengerti inginmu. Aku tahu apa yang kau cari. Tapi aku belum menjawab dan hanya menatap matamu. Mencari sebuah tatap kesungguhan. Apakah kau benar-benar ingin sakit?

Kau bertanya kepadaku bagaimana caranya menjadi sakit karena kau tak mau repot-repot memikirkan tentang rencana yang terlalu jauh seperti bunuh diri. Percuma katamu. Kau tak akan mati meski seingin apapun kau bunuh diri jika Tuhan belum mengijinkan. Ah, ternyata kau masih percaya Tuhan, bukan?

Kau bertanya kepadaku bagaimana caranya menjadi sakit karena kau bilang kau tidak lagi tangguh untuk merengkuh keluh-keluh yang menyepuh. “Aku ingin sakit aja. Tapi aku tidak ingin mati.” Katamu terisak, “aku tidak setolol itu” ah benarkah?

Kau bertanya kepadaku bagaimana caranya menjadi sakit karena kau kata bahwa kau hanya ingin menyingkir sejenak bukan selamanya, kau berkata bahwa kau ingin rebah sejenak dari semua beban yang mengungkung. Ah kau.

Kau bertanya kepadaku bagaimana caranya menjadi sakit justru untuk mengobati. Biarlah fisik sakit, tapi hati akan perlahan pulih meski tak akan lagi utuh. Airmatamu jatuh akhirnya. Dan aku tak lagi mampu menahanmu.

Baiklah, biar kuberi satu rahasia tentang sebuah seni. Seni agar seluruh tubuhmu mengamini rasa sakit yang begitu ingin kau rasakan. Kuncinya adalah hati. Kau ingin sakit? Cukup biarkan hatimu yang telah sakit itu makin sakit secara berkelanjutan. Remukkan semua harapan, ratakan setiap inci kebahagiaan, jadikan dirimu seolah-olah orang paling menderita di dunia, salahkan semua orang yang telah membuatmu ingin rebah. Atur pikiranmu untuk jatuh sakit tiap hari. Yakinkan bahwa kau telah terlalu lama menampung airmata dan kau pantas untuk jatuh sakit. Dengarkan baik-baik, hati adalah komando tertinggi. Sekali ia meminta untuk sakit, maka tubuhmu sebagai abdi akan mematuhi. Dan sakitlah kau.

Duhai engkau, saat kau nanti terbaring sakit, mari bergabunglah denganku di ranjang rumah sakit ini. Kita nikmati rasa sakit kita. Selamat datang, wahai para pesakit! Selamat datang pada duniaku. Selamat bergabung.

Oh ya, aku hampir lupa. Ada pesan terakhir untukmu dariku.
Sekali kau menghujam hatimu sampai mati. Berulang-ulang.
Jangan harap kau bisa kembali.

Karena kau akan mati. 


Tuesday, 21 July 2015

Someday in 1945

A mini story written by me a very long time ago. This is the first chapter of a novel that we--Nugra, Nadya and I--wanted to produce actually. But, a lot of things came up. And our novel is in halt. I post it to remind myself and the other friend of mine to keep continuing our unfinished story. It's somehow hurt me a little bit to keep this mini-story hidden in the corner of my dusted folder *lebay lol*. So, enjoy while you can. because if this novel is going to be on again, I may deleted it from my blog. hahahahahaha.

***


It’s end. It was all ended. This is the end. The world finally had suffered. But, it’s all ended. And as the witness of this ending, Sarah was there, sipped her tea slowly and watching the debris through the newspapers all over again. The newspapers scattered all over her room. She was only 7 seven years old and she read the newspaper fluently and loudly, “Hitler is dead.”
“Is it really the end, Ann?"
            Sometimes she asked to a girl with the brunette hair in front of her, but Ann never answered. She was busy with her doll, ignoring the scattered newspapers in the room. Ann was Sarah’s neighbor before, but for this moment, she was Sarah’s sister. Ann’s parents decided to look after Sarah since her only family—her father—left her for his duty as a war journalist.
Sarah read again. The war stories filled up the room with her screechy voice; infiltrate every room in Ann’s ears and made Ann couldn’t ignore it anymore. Ann lifted her sight from her dolls, staring at the newspapers in the floor. She walked around the room, looking at picture in every newspaper, too lazy to read. The pictures of wars now filled her eyes too. It was not interesting at all.
             “Why do you enjoy reading the newspapers so much?” asked Ann in curiosity.
Sarah stopped reading and sighed, “My father said he wrote for the newspaper, Ann.”
“So?”
“He taught me how to read and he told me to read newspapers. So that, one day I can found and read my father’s writing in the newspaper.”
“So, where is your father’s writing then?
“I can’t found his name in any newspaper. It’s odd, isn’t it?” asked her, “He is a journalist, Ann! But his names never appear in the newspapers!”
“So why do you still read the newspaper even though you know that there is no your father’s writing at all?”
“While looking for my father’s writing, I read the whole news in the newspaper and I found it interesting” Her blue eyes sparkled.
“Odd!” Ann exclaimed, “It was all about war. It was not something that interesting.”
Sarah shrugged her shoulders and continued to read the newspaper loudly.
“…That man is in danger of destroying himself with his own weapons, leaving the ants or some other gregarious species to take over…”
Now she read the article of George Orwell titled “You and the atomic bomb”. Ann sighed. She would never understand what was going on with Sarah’s brain. She left Sarah alone with her “Wars”.
Sarah stopped reading. After a moment of silence alone, tears ran from the corners of her eyes. “Dad, where are you” She sobbed.
These past few months, her father didn’t come home at all. Her father’s news never appeared in the newspaper. She knew that this time would come, as her father said, “Someday, maybe I will not come home, dear. It is a war. I am a journalist. I know there are dangers await me. If the time comes, I want you to be strong, my dear Sarah”
“But, why?”
“There are events I may witness; there are truths I cannot ignore, dear.”
Sarah sobbed. She remembered all the nightmares she was coming through these past days. Her father was typing with his typewriter, when the shadow was pulling him away and made him vanished in the darkness. Then Sarah waked up with scream and with hands reaching out for nothing.
But because of that dream, she was really sure that her father was not dead. He was just vanished. He was lost. He was missing. There is no any news about his death either. And that reason made her this insane, reading the newspaper to seek her father’; to calm her down by reading it aloud; and to hide her sadness.
“…and the social structure that would probably prevail in a state which was at once unconquerable and in a permanent state of "cold war" with its neighbours” she shouted.

The darkness was falling on the London sky slowly. The orange bulbs lighten up every corner of the city. In the midst of misery, a 7-years-old lip murmured, “This is not the end, this is the beginning”

Noura (A Short Story)

Noura
A Short Story by Sara Fiza

 “Drop it!”
“……”
“Drop it, now!” a man with robotic voice pointed out his gun to another man in a black suit.
Noura woke up. A white light room bedazzled her bleary eyes. Her head ached. And the room was all blur in her vision. She usually could heal faster. But at this time, she was drugged. And this is the first time she felt really weak. She turned her head to the right, tried to seek the robotic voice which waken her up. She saw through a looking glass, a man in a black suit put his hand in the air. All is blurred.
“Bugh!”
“Argh!” the man in the black suit screamed as the electricity bullet knocked him out in his chest.
“Oh my god!!!” Noura freaked out. “Who is that?!What is happening?!”
Her vision was getting clear and he saw the man with gun approached her in a hurry.
“Let’s get out of here!” said the man with his robotic voice.
“wha.. what?!” Noura confused.
“Hurry up!” The man held Noura’s hand and dragged her. “Come on!”
Noura walked in confusion, her 13-year-old-body is too weak to resist and her brain was too confused to understand this entire scenes in her eyes.
The strange white room, the man in a black suit, and this robotic-voiced man that was still dragging her harshly were something that she couldn’t understand.
Noura and the man walked quickly. Then, they run as the sound of emergency alarm screamed in the building and all the white bulbs turned out into red and blinking very fast.
“I am your savior” Said the robotic-voiced man. “I am your personal humanoid.”
***
            Noura. February 29, 2225. 06.30 a.m. somewhere on earth.
            I was staring down the crowded city below me. The buildings were like spears, mounted high against the gravity. The cloud sometimes blocked my vision and looked like hiding a lot of flying cars that bustling up in this peak hour.  I flew in a Personal Air Vehicle—or I always called it “The Flying Car”. My family—I and my brother—used to have one. And I just realized that the flying car not only owned by human, even the humanoid have it now, Cool and Odd! The Humanoids, no matter how great they are, never have any flying car before. My head was getting better, but the confusion was still in the worst state. I only remembered that I was having a breakfast with Ethan, my big brother, and then a group of men in a black suit broke into our house. They captured Ethan and one of them was injecting something to my arm, “All right” he said. But I know nothing would be right. Then everything was blackened.
            “Argh!” my head started spinning again. I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. I tried to remember what happen then, but the projector in my brain only showed me the time when the humanoid dragged me out from the white room. What happen before that?
            “Are you all right, Noura?” said the humanoid while sitting down by my side.
            I gazed at the driver seat that was left empty.
            “It’s okay; I put the PAV[1] in automatic driving”
            “Who are you? Why are you here? What is happening to me? Where is my brother?” I had him with many questions at once. I didn’t want to lose any single details.
            “I am Dexter; I am your personal robotic-humanoid”
            He didn’t answer my entire question at once. This humanoid didn’t seem as brilliant as his perfect appearance that very much alike a human, like a man in twenty years old actually. As I know, the government and the scientist agreed to keep the robotic humanoid in their robotic shape because of a lot of reasons that I didn’t want to know either. If this humanoid didn’t speak in robotic voice, I might not know that he is a humanoid. Great! This condition was only make my confusion list became larger. “Why did I have a personal humanoid, when there is no civilian have it? Only scientist and the national military owned it. And why did you resemble a human very much?”
            “Your confusion will be answered” said Dexter.
            Dexter took out a memory chip from his pocket and put it in the monitor in the flying car. As the flying car was still flying, a man appeared in the monitor. He smiled nicely. It was Ethan!
            “Hello Noura. It’s finally come, huh? You might be there on my secret flying car, right? You may not recognize it as my PAV, because I’ve been saving this cool one for this protection program, haha” Yes, it was Ethan. He laughed. He smiled. But I hate the way he laughed. I hate the way he acted as if everything is all right, while I was here terrified with this entire kidnaping thing. Ethan stopped laughing and he said, “And I’ve prepared a realistic humanoid for you. It’s Dexter. You know as the scientist I have one. But this one is special. I’ve prepared it myself. Against the law, I’ve made it like a real man. So he can protect you completely and freely without worries that someone will notice” Ethan paused and exhaled.
You will face a grave danger out there. You will always be chased until they have caught you. All you have to do is following Dexter to move to the outer human colony in Mars. If not, you would be caught by that bad organization. You were chosen as their perfect experimental object. Because of your superb metabolism inside you that can heal faster, move faster, and stronger than anyone. You would be manipulated. And with your blood, they could create hundreds, even thousands army. Then, they would start a war against the government. I know you will be shocked, terrified, and… ah, I couldn’t imagine my little sister have to face this kind of danger. I don’t have much time left. Take care, Noura my sweetheart. I don’t know whether I’m alive or not by the time you watch this. But, it’s better for you to mourn me now. Good bye!” He smiled. And the monitor was turned off. My body may heal faster, Ethan. But, my heart was not.
***
            February 29, 2225. 09.00 a.m. in the other side of the city.
A woman was preparing a rifle in her room. Her green eyes tried to peek through the rifle, “Done!”
            “Orion, are you ready? Copy!” a voice of a man was heard from her earphone.
            “I’m ready!” said the woman who was called Orion.
            “We’ve prepared your PAV for this mission in your garage. Find Noura and that mysterious man. Ensure Noura’s safety, keep her alive. She’s the only one who left.”
            “Roger that! And the man? Am I supposed to keep him alive?
            “Bring him to me, dead or alive.”
            “Pleasure, sir!” She smiled.
            She took her rifle downstairs to her garage. She walked quickly to her blue PAV.
            “Welcome, Agent Orion!” a woman robotic voiced was welcomed her nicely right after she went inside her Flying Car, “Manual drive or Automatic?”
            “Manual drive, please!” said Orion, “It’s my hunt! I’ll take care of it”
            Orion’s eyes staring at the GPS[2] monitor, a blue dot named Noura was moving not far from her position. “Lucky! That man hasn’t realized the Tracking device that the company put in Noura’s arm. Here we go!”
            She spurred her flying-car at high speed. The crowds of Flying-car in the air traffic do not stop her. She winded, dodged, and moved swiftly her Flying-car. This unification of plane and car was her forte. She glanced at her GPS monitor; her target moving faster. They flew southward. It Looked like the man has no longer activate his automatic drive. She shocked when she realized their driving route. “This route, It’s a path across the space station. They are in the half-way down to the space station!”
            Orion spurred faster her vehicle further. Her thoughts that were initially peaceful then in a sudden went over to a mess. Her adrenaline continued to slide as the vehicle accelerated. It would be tricky to deal with inter-space security. This project should remain a secret. Noura's face kept turning in his brain. He should be able to bring the child safe. It’s not about her career that she was fighting for. It is about something bigger. Then Noura’s face disappeared from her head, now the face of her daughter was flying inside her brain. “She has to live!”
            And the picture of her daughter in her mind made Orion gone wild. She flew faster and she no longer follows the path of the air traffic. She cut off the road, passed between buildings, avoided bridges between buildings, and broke through the intersection. And finally she found the PAV that brought Noura.
            Orion was focusing his sight to her target. Then she flew higher than Noura’s PAV, she move faster, she pushed the Nitro-oxide system and she flew extremely fast. Her PAV was getting beyond the target. “Automatic Drive!” she shouted.
            When her PAV was in automatic mode, she took out the rifle and she tied her legs to the safety belt. Then she began to pull out the body of his PAV. Her body was upside down with her legs tied to her safety belt. She saw the target still drove underneath her PAV. It is not easy for anyone to take aim a rifle with these conditions. The body was not only inverted, but her PAV also move around up and down to avoid collision from many sides because she was not in the actual track. But for Orion it was something that she could do easily. After aiming the man in the driver seat, she pulled the trigger, “Dor! Dor!.”
The man fell, she saw Noura screamed hysterically. Her target’s flying car was unstable and began to crash other flying cars. Orion moved quickly and propelled herself into her PAV. She made ​​a maneuver and glided closer to the target’s PAV. The target’s PAV fell down, Noura was hanging on the PAV door which was nearly broke off. And Orion launched its PAV faster down the target. Just when Noura could not hold the door anymore and began to fell; Orion’s PAV was right down Noura’s PAV with an open roof.
"Clunk!" Noura fell into the Orion’s PAV back seat.
            “Aaaa!” Noura screamed. “Ethaaaan!” her eyes in tears.
            After controlling her PAV, which slammed far down, and returned to the air traffic line. Orion PAV was directing her to her home. She ignored Noura’s scream in the back seat. Her green eyes stared straight, her mind was imagining the face of 5-year-old girl who smiled at her, and her heart murmured, "I'll save you, darling", a grains of tears hovered in the corner of her eyes. A voice in her earphones kept yelling, "Take him to the headquarters". But Orion ignored it. Her blue flying car moved fast as the memory of her daughter that was put in a grave stroked her. Orion remembered, her memory fool her around. Her daughter was no longer lived on earth. Her daughter passed away last year. And Orion burst into tears, “What was I fighting for?”
***
            February 29, 2225. 02.00 p.m. Orion’s house.
            Noura was lying awake in a black couch. She was sobbing. Her chest moved up and down. Her tears had run out and she was tired of crying. “Ethan, Dexter…” she sobbed, “Help me…”
            Orion sat in the other couch in front of Noura. She stared at her and couldn’t think of anything. In Noura’s face she saw her daughter’s. If she alive, she must have been in Noura’s age. 13 years old. Orion whispered in her heart. Noura’s lids closed slowly. It seemed that she was too tired to even ask Orion about her kidnaping. She was too tired after shouting, screaming, and crying. She was helpless. Orion took her blanket and covered Noura with it.
            “Agent Orion, are you there? Copy?!” her wall turned into a monitor that visualize a slant-eyed man in a black suit.
            “I apologized, okay? I’m sorry. I’ve got her. I’ll take her to you.” Said Orion
            “Are you nuts?! She must be taken immediately to the Headquarter. You do know how dangerous it is to keep her out there. Anybody can take her anytime! This project will be revealed and the world will turn into a chaos! You do know about that, huh?! I’ll send a team to you, got it?”
            “No, No, No, Don’t send anyone here, Mr. Kato! I’ll take her to you! Trust me! She was shocked, sir! She was not okay! Got it? I’ll calm her and I’ll bring her to you! I am taking the preventable method, sir! If I take her to you, there is a possibility that the mysterious man would come to the Headquarter again. He will take Noura again, and you will lose her again?!”
Two little-eyes wide awoke and hide behind the blanket. Noura gazed at Orion who was talking with a man in the monitor while pacing to and fro.
            “Let me remind you again and let me make this straight and clear to you. Noura is a human clone! She was the last clone that still remains on earth. The idea of human cloning is a big mistake; we can’t compete against the God. You do know how it’s hard to capture all the clones in the project. Only a few people knew, but they had become crazy because of it. Everyone wants to have a clone as their back up organ. Imagine! Free organ trade, identity crisis because a lot of people want to have twins. Over population leads to high population density, and genes error which can be the cause of the genes divergent and new diseases. Noura is the last. She must be hidden from the world. We have to make her as the last of organ transplant and we have to ensure her death. Because she is the key of Prof. Ethan to make another human clones and turned the world into the worst place to go. Am I clear, agent Orion?”
            “Crystal, Sir!” Orion took a glimpse to where Noura was lying. Noura turned her back to the other side.
            “Thank you, my man will be there to pick you and Noura back to the Headquarter!”
            “All right, Sir!”
Noura held her tongue. She closed her mouth by her hand, tried not to scream. Her eyes bugged out. Then, her eyes became glassy “I am a clone!”
***
            “Argh!” Dexter, the humanoid, groaned and stood up. Red blood oozed out from his chest. He took out the voice converter from his collar. He crippled to his broken Personal Air Vehicle, “Activated!”
            There is no robotic voice. It’s a voice that Noura would have recognized, even though she will not recognize his face.
            A robotic voice came out from the PAV, “Welcome, Ethan! Automatic or manual?”
            “Wait me, Noura. I’m not done protecting you for the world” he smirked.
--The End--

Sara Fiza, 2013




[1] Personal Air Vehicle—The Flying Car.
[2] The Global Positioning System (GPS) is a space-based satellite navigation system that provides location and time information in all weather conditions, anywhere on or near the Earth where there is an unobstructed line of sight to four or more GPS satellites.

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