He had been standing alone in this very office, savoring the triumph that was his after so many years of dreaming and scheming, when he had heard a cough behind him, just like tonight, and turned to find that ugly little portrait talking to him, announcing that the Minister of Magic was about to arrive and introduce himself.
Naturally, he had thought that the long campaign and the strain of the election had caused him to go mad. He had been utterly terrified to find a portrait talking to him, though this had been nothing to how he felt when a self-proclaimed wizard had bounced out of the fireplace and shaken his hand. He had remained speechless throughout Fudge's kindly explanation that there were witches and wizards still living in secret all over the world and his reassurances that he was not to bother his head about them as the Ministry of Magic took responsibility for the whole Wizarding community and prevented the non-magical population from getting wind of them. It was, said Fudge, a difficult job that encompassed everything from regulations on responsible use of broomsticks to keeping the dragon population under control (the Prime Minister remembered clutching the desk for support at this point). Fudge had then patted the shoulder of the still-dumbstruck Prime Minister in a fatherly sort of way.
(J.K. Rowling-Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince)
Mendengar berita kaburnya Umar Al Faruq dan tewasnya Dr. Azahari, saya kepikiran jangan-jangan ada tangan-tangan tak terlihat
Mungkin kejadiannya di Puri Cikeas setelah KPU resmi mengumumkan kemenangan pasangan SBY-JK terhadap Mega-Hasyim. Ketika wartawan-wartawan sudah pulang dan Ibu Ani sudah tertidur kelelahan, bapak presiden kita yang baru masih sendirian di ruang kerjanya, berusaha keras menahan keinginan kekanak-kanakan untuk melompat-menari dan berteriak "Whoaaa! I'm the president of Indonesia now! I don't care about my popularity though, but still, yaaaay!" Alih-alih, Bapak Presiden menyenandungkan pelan lagu Pelangi di Matamu yang sudah membuat anak-anak muda mengacungkan jempol, "Kapan lagi kita punya presiden keren?"
Tiba-tiba beliau sadar ada sosok lain di ruangan itu. "How... how come... how can you...," beliau tergeragap, lalu teringat kembali untuk bersikap jaim. "Siapa Anda? Bagaimana Anda bisa masuk ke sini?"
Sosok itu (bayangin kaya Cigarette-Smoking Man-nya X-Files) keluar dari kegelapan dan tersenyum tipis. "Pertanyaannya, tahukah Anda siapa Anda?" (versi parodinya akan ditambah "Dan plis ya, bukan Anda Bunga boo...")
"Saya?" pertanyaan itu terdengar begitu menghina. "Saya Presiden Republik Indonesia."
Sosok itu menggeleng, kali ini dengan senyum kebapakan. "Anda pejabat Presiden Republik Indonesia."
Dan selama dua setengah jam sosok itu menjelaskan siapa presiden republik indonesia yang sebenarnya sementara Bapak Presiden yang baru terpilih itu hanya bisa tercengang. *conspirationist mode off*
Di jaman orde baru, I might get arrested for this, eh? *wink*