The rain stopped, me and Muhamed went home. When we got home, we changed our clothes, watched the news about the development of the policy that would be taken and ratifies by Prime Minister Willem van Huizen and his divided parliament and news about the fate of the students who had been captured by the apparaat (members) of the police force and had not been released. Along with that, while checking social media on my smartphone, a lot of news was being told about the confessions of the tortured students who were forced to confess and receive punishment for what they did not do, but in this news, there were several students from the Dutch ethnicity who were questioned.
Their answers varied, but from all that, they stated that Indonesia is their home, they live side by side with us who are predominantly Muslim, they have no problem with religious symbols, they all have nothing to do with extremism and terrorism, they said this land is not Europe this is Indonesia, the government should not set up anti-religious symbol policy like those that has been implemented in Europe and some of them including brother Adriaan the chairman of my campus's Student Executive Board organization said if anything that should be called a life threatening terrorist activity was the activities of slavery, colonization, exploitation and genocide that some of their ancestors did to the natives in the past.
Hearing brother Adriaan's answer impressed me, he acted like a Muslim. Indeed, he and his family were converts and maybe some people here would still judge him as invaders, especially those who belonged to the extreme Soekarno followers but I wanted to judge him as a Muslim not a Dutch nor a native Indonesian. After the news broadcast, Muhamed and I went upstairs, performed after noon prayer and entered our room, set an alarm to wake us up when dusk arrived and then slept.
"Kriiing, kriing , kriing!"
The alarm went off, I woke up from my sleep, performed the dusk prayer in congregation with my family and then returned to the bed room ahead of them because I got a message sent by mevrouw Sofia to me via WA. I read it.
"Sinjo Karim, are you online?"
"Yes mevrouw, why?"
"Sinjo Karim, why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?"
"Please don't pretend you don't know."
"Hhhh, yes mevrouw I know but does mevrouw wants to hear my explanation?"
"Ja ."
"The one who sent the video was Ilya, in short Ilya was a techno geek, his father was a former member of the KGB in the technology and infomation section especially in information security, his father taught him about how to hack computer devices and because of that he has hacking ability, it seems he used his hacking ability to take revenge for what happened to me and Muhamed at verlichte kaarsen that was being held several days ago. "
"What happened to you, brother Ilya and brother Muhamed when verlichte kaarsen was being held? I know brother Muhamed has bruises on his face, but the reason that he came out with was like a lie to me. Sorry I did not attend that event at that time because my butler was ill and could not chauffer me, I could not go alone because there were two people who came to the dormitory and got permission to guard my room and stand in front of the door of my room so I wouldn't go anywhere. "
"Yes, it's okay mevrouw, so in short when verlichte kaarsen has finished, Muhamed was kidnapped. Me and Ilya were looking for him, he was kept in an old building, fortunately Ilya had the ability to hack so he could know Muhamed's location by searching and tracking his phone's location. The building was guarded by people who looked street thugs, but actually they are from the police force, both of us beat those people down, some people were killed because their phones exploded, I don't know how he did that. After that we release Muhamed from the rope that tied him on a chair, Muhamed said he was kidnapped as a warning so I wouldn't be near you anymore. "
"I already thought so."
"Yes, I got your message from Muhamed."
"Forgive me sinjo Karim."
"I understand mevrouw."
"I'm sorry I'm weak, I'm sorry I don't have the courage to fight heer Vinno, I'm actually trying to hold on to him, trying to love him, the first time I met him, he was kind to me, but later on his true nature shows itself, I tried to believe that there is still good in him but he even treats me like the video you got."
"So, it is true that you are the cast in the video?"
"Ja, are you disappointed? I actually do not like to be treated like what is shown in the video. When I first had sex with heer Vinno it was not something that I enjoyed because I didn't want to, but he forced me, I cried, I didn't want to but I can't do anything because in the end I will marry him anyway and if I report about what I believe to be rape, the good name of the royal family can be destroyed or even being covered up so it feels like it's useless."
"But mevrouw, you must stop your relationship with him or the videos will be spread and gone viral."
"Can't you negotiate with brother Ilya, sinjo Karim?"
"Ilya is a stubborn person, he has a grudge with heer Vinno, heer Vinno insulted the religion that I, Muhamed and Ilya profess, he also hurt Muhamed, he said if heer Vinno was looking for a trouble then he would give heer Vinno a trouble, the video would not be spreaded only if you stop your relationship with heer Vinno."
"Very well sinjo Karim, I understand." That's the last message she gave me. I hope she is not angry with me and whatever will happen later I hope I have the strength to face it.
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Antara Darah dan Hati: Dream Reality English Translation
Historical FictionKarim, Muhamed, Ilya, Princess Sofia are college students in Verenigde Staten van Indonesië where the nation is being controlled from the shadows by the outlawed extreme right wing party that wanted to take away the natives freedom by slandering Pri...