Investigation?

Iwan starts his day by having nine bananas for breakfast. When it comes to bananas, his digestive system is as strong as a vulture. When it comes to a glass of hot tea with three tablespoons of sugar, his tongue will deny that tea to save his comrades from misery. Bananas and warm water are perfect for breakfast, especially steamed bananas. They are bright yellow and filling for the stomach.

He wears a batik shirt and cargo trousers to the church at 5 AM. No need for a jacket; the shirt's long sleeves are enough. There is no need for a beanie; his long hair is his beanie and shower cap. His church is nearly the same as Bayu's go-to mosque, minus the fish ponds. At the top of the three-tiered roof is a cross of two Pashupatastra arrows. A Kirtimukha is on top of the entrance door, and two Dvarapalas are covering both sides—wooden walls, beams, and ceiling, all fireproofed. Jalousie windows and ventilation louvres conditioned the air even during hot afternoons. Stations of the Cross carved into the wooden walls and statues of Jesus and Mary, the mother of Jesus, are Javanese styled. Yellow lights and benches brightened the interior. Behind the church, a Joglo is the father's home.

After the mass ended an hour later, skipping breakfast was the best option. The temptations of yellow rice, soto, and bubur ayam are hard to resist. But if he persists, his digestive system will commit a labour strike. He continues his journey today to meet Bayu and his friend at an industrial park where most people only pass that park to work, thus healing the workers' minds and no one stopping by.

Silent and serene, with bird sounds countering each other. Maybe they're chatting, training to fly, or looking for a mate. Cats come to sleep on Iwan's lap, but orange tabbies provide random acts for Iwan. It's like tail chasing, but one orange tabby is unique. He wears a scarf and can talk.

"Hey, kid!"

"Do I hear someone talking?"

"It's me! Have some respect, will you?"

"Wha-"

"I'm a thirty-year-old man with twenty kids… Man, they grow so fast…." (proceeds to sob vigorously)

"Um, do you need something?"

"Of course, I'm a taxman, you see. You're on my territory and must hand over your tribute."

"It's a public park, it's not yours."

"Stop bribing me human!"

"It's patting, there's nothing wrong with that."

"You don't get it! I… Oh, that's the spot. That's it! Belly! Belly! Belly! Ah, I love you man."

"Hehehe, comfy, right?"

"I'm kinda sleepy right now…"

"Sweet dreams…"

Bayu and Agatha look at Iwan confusedly. Maybe Iwan's head is not feeling well. Then, Bayu moves forward.

"Wan, who're you talking to?"

"AH!"

"Oh no! he collapsed! Hang in there! Agatha, what's your diagnosis?"

"Atrial fibrillation! We can still save him! Oh, wait… It's ventricular fibrillation he's cooked."

"What should we do?"

"Kickstart him."

"Got it."

"Oh, asystole. Yup, he's done for."

"No, master! Master, please don't die! I'll kickstart you right away!"

"I'm still alive, you idiot! You nearly end me and my future right there. Oh, are you Agatha?"

"Yes, nice to meet you!"

"I'm Iwan. It's nice to meet you, too. Bayu told me a lot about you, and he said you are his childhood friend. Also, he likes you."

"Dude, uncool! I'm sorry, his mouth is rather uncouth at times."

"Oh, you haven't confessed to her, eh? Alright then, let's start the real meeting."

They are investigating that scorched village. An advertisement about a high-tech estate shows up, based on the 3D model. It looks similar to the village's location and geographical condition. Previously, Bayu and Agatha visited the village. Security is tighter, and the jammer screws any signal in a 2 km radius. They both ended up chilling at an angkringan on one of Parangtritis's hills. Turn on binocular mode on their phones while drinking coffee and milk. They recorded evidence of construction and land measuring. The evidence is stored in an incognito cloud server, far from hackers and government patrols. Making a thesis on that basis can be challenging because they end up goofing around.

"Hey, Wan, you like manga and anime, right?"

"That's right, Tha; I like a slice of life the most. But overall, I can enjoy any genre."

"Slice of life is not my taste; I prefer action."

"Oh, a young soul, eh? If you accumulate enough problems throughout your life, a slice of life is a great healer."

"But there's rarely any conflict and action."

"That's the selling point, just chilling—fishing, daily life in the countryside, farming, camping, hiking, and many more. If I want a little conflict, romance is my favourite. But a real, healthy, realistic romance. Tsundere, kuudere, yandere, and other types of dere are not my cup of tea."

"You'll only invite diabetes in your life, and it's not good for you."

"Diabetes from wholesomeness is no problem."

"Do you like fantasy as well?"

"Not really. I stick to reality. Except if there's a slice-of-life label, I'll give it a test by watching 3-4 episodes. I've found some good ones, one that tells from birth until the character's death, which is my favourite."

"I see. Any other genre you like?"

"I don't know if I should call it a genre, but… Educational."

"Like what?"

"History, science, racing, motorcycle, construction, chess, photography, heliocentrism-"

"Wait, what's heliocentrism?"

"An astronomical model that places the sun at the center of the universe. Earth and other planets revolving around the sun."

"Wow, how-"

"Alright, that's enough. Agatha, how's your hacking progress? Iwan, how's your essay? A pro tip for Iwan is never to let Agatha ask. Never. Once she starts asking, there's no end to it."

"My hacking is complete; I'm currently transferring information to the incognito cloud."

"My essay has reached 50 pages. Just take it easy and chill."

"Hey! Give me my tribute, long-haired man!"

"Oh, you awake? Here's a grass."

"Your ploy will not make me waver… Hop! Hmph! Get back here, leaf! Aaahhh!"

Chill is a great way of living, but underestimating the situation from chilling might be the worst mistake Iwan currently makes.

Notes:

Bubur ayam: Chicken congee

Kickstart: An act of kicking one's balls like a motorcycle kickstarter. Only do this with your friends.

Angkringan: Food and beverage seller with shoulder yoke basket.