"Nothing new. It's the same old boring story. Balakosa is all they are talking about."
The long-haired man with his dark brown hair tied in half is currently mumbling to the voice on his earpiece by the left ear—all while his fingers play with a lighter made of silver on his right hand. His fingers turn the fire on and off, following a steady melody he hums inside his head, right shoulder resting casually on the tree by his side.
"After years, I still find it ironic that they didn't even mention us when the town itself was named after us."
"It's better that way," a murmur of a woman softly can be heard on the other side of the call. "I rather not have history repeated itself when all I want is just to be finally at peace."
Adiwilaga nodded at that and was about to add another comment when his wolf instinct told him someone had his eyes on him. The other turned around and spread his gaze towards every person around the area that his sharp eyes managed to zoom in on—but found none. There are a few people in the parking lot, talking among themselves as they start to get into one particular car one by one. There are two securities around the gate, talking to each other. Then there is this line of people in front of the only store around the museum area—none are looking in his direction; they are all busy moving forward as the line gets shorter at the front part.
But his wolf has never been wrong when it comes to thinking like this, so instead of taking the risk of being caught off guard by anything—if there is even any—at all, Adiwilaga decided to take a few as fast as the wind steps towards another side of the area. The wind that was caused by his fast movement must have been quite loud and it alert the woman on the other side of the call.
"Something happens?" he hears her ask calmly.
Adiwilaga shakes his head, despite knowing the other may not be able to see him doing so, and then says, "No, not really, I think. I don't know. I feel like someone has his or her eyes on me, so I moved, just to be safe."
"That's unusual. The last time this happened, how many years ago was that?" another voice jumped in, this time belonging to a man.
"Late night in the middle of June around '95 or so? That case with hunters."
A new voice jumps in, belonging to a different woman than the first one—noticed by how this one has a more light and playful tone despite the severe topic currently in the talk—something that only Mahisha owned.
The call must have been put on the speaker so that everyone knows his whole conversation was supposed to be just a report for the big boss. They are talking at the same time right now.
"There are no hunters left; we have ensured that back then, so it can't be them. Maybe someone else?"
Manggala, the owner of the previous voice of a male jumping into the conversation earlier, emerges again. He sounded like he was in the middle of drinking something as he talked, and judging by how he was not in a rush to finish it, it must be wasn't his usual 'meal.'
"Did you move as in walking like a normal person or run like a damn wolf that you are?" the first woman's voice popped up again. He can hear a slight irritation on it—Adiwilaga can imagine the owner of the said voice, Atarakala, rolling her eyes as she asked this.
"Um, well—" Adiwilaga started but immediately got cut off as the woman mumbled, 'never mind, why did I even ask? One of these kids will be my death one day, and I haven't even found my peace yet, followed by the sound of the beanbag sofa being pressed as if someone is trying to get up from it.
"You make her drink again," Manggala teases then, "She is currently sulking in front of the refrigerator while drinking one of her soda cans. Taking it directly from that precious stack of hers."
Adiwilaga smiles at the thoughts of his most respected person sulking in front of her precious stack of soda cans that she refused to drink unless she was in a bad mood due to the amount of sugar it had. The sugar left her with too much energy to rest, and she loved her rest, which complicated her relationship with her favorite drink after it was produced for the very first time in 1960. A soda in 12-ounce cans was introduced to the U.S. public right when their pack was staying in New York for an important meeting with one of the Elders.
"Atarakala! I'm sorry! It's been a while since I have been out and about, so I haven't gotten used to acting all normal, but I swear no one sees!" Adiwilaga reasons while finding a spot under him where he can sit.
There was no answer for a few seconds before Mahisha's voice came out, "She said to wait; she is going to finish the whole can first before answering you."
"She got her priorities straight, man, you know that," Manggala added while chuckling softly.
Adiwilaga laughs at that, "Oh come on, like if—"
Then his wolf instinct went haywire.
One minute he was still sitting beside the tree in the museum parking lot, focusing on the conversation on his earpiece, and then the next thing he knew, he was thrown so hard that his body flew fast a few meters away from where he was supposed to be.
His body hit one of the motorbikes in the parking lot, right in the middle of the lines, almost—far away from where he was sitting the last time. Then the bike falls on top of him due to the impact.
The earpiece was thrown out of his ear a few steps farther than where his body was now stuck.
Then chaos ensues.