Chapter One - Richard Lewis
Chapter One - Richard Lewis Chapter One - Richard Lewis
"An emergency visit, you might say. And you know Bali, the preparations for ceremonies look like madness but it all gets done in the end." He eyed Zoe, stretched out on the recliner. "Putu is surfing, is he? He should be helping. My nephew Nol is there but Nol is the sort of man who means well but causes twice the work." "He's a good landlord," Tina said Down the beach, the old men in the water erupted into a good-natured argument. Dharma said, "Those four men are the power brokers of this village. They swim here most mornings." "Then shouldn't you be swimming with them?" "I am their misan." The word could mean either cousin or servant. "In which sense do you mean?" Tina asked, slipping a hand inside her bag to turn the digital recorder. The matron delivered the coffees. After a long slurp of his, Dharma said, "Nah, when I was a young, strong man, I worked as a farmer sharecropping the palace's rice fields. I had no education. I wasn't qualified for government jobs. There was little opportunity back then to do anything else, and I had to make a living, and I did what my ancestors had done. I am a sudra, Tina, a peasant. A rich peasant now, but still a peasant. Is that a tape recorder in your bag?" "Do you mind?" "Would you turn it off, please?" Tina took out the recorder. "I really would like to tape this." Dharma shook his head. "Off the record." She hit the stop button. "You said you had something to tell about Gestapu." "I hear you've been asking questions about Luhde Srikandi." That certainly riveted Tina's attention. "Did you know her?" "Communist Special Bureau agent, right here in Batu Gede. Masquerading as a Gerwani activist." Dharma looked right at Tina with a shuttered gaze. "I was the one who cut off her head." Tina summoned all her willpower to maintain a scholar's dispassionate expression, but Dharma obviously sensed the effort. He said, "It was what happened. I could speak in circles, but why? It was a violent time, Tina. The Red Beret commander was furious I hadn't kept her alive for their tortures. She was fortunate I killed her quickly." "She would have been more fortunate if you'd kept her alive and away from the Red Berets." "And be called a Communist myself?" Tina didn't reply. "Nah, my sister-in-law. Arini. I promised my brother Catra I would take care of his wife, and for forty years I have. You want her to tell you about the events of Gestapu and of her husband, but I am asking you to please leave her alone. She is fragile. Her mind is not strong." "She strikes me as being the exact opposite, very strong-minded." Dharma slurped again and carefully placed the glass on its saucer. "You've only known her for a short time. But you can tell me I have been wrong all these years I have known her, from when she was a young girl going to school with my brother?" "Maaf," she said, the apology a tactical retreat. 116
Down the beach, Mantera buried his legs in the sand. His granddaughter Wulandri, who yesterday had been glammed up in Balinese temple dress but was now dressed in shorts and T-shirt, spread a towel on his shoulders. She headed down the boardwalk, strolling with that balanced grace common to so many Balinese women, but when she spotted Zoe napping on the recliner, she halted for a second before continuing on with a distinctly different sashay. Sauntering to the café, she bantered with the lady as she ordered a tea. Zoe suddenly sat up as if internal alarm bells had rung and stared at Wulandri. She removed her cotton top and shorts, and thus stripped down to her bikini, turned over on her back to present herself and to the sun. Wulandri eyed Zoe and said in Balinese to the shop matron, "She looks like a roasting pig." Tina had to smile at this little vignette. Jealousy, the same the world over. "If you promise to leave Arini alone," Dharma said, "then I will tell you her story." Tina returned her full attention to him. She would never silence another woman's voice, much less allow a man to tell her to do so, so she lied with ease. "All right." "I have to start with mine." "I'm listening." "Nah, I sharecropped for the old prince, Mantera's father, and then I became Mantera's collector, the landlord's share of the harvest. I put aside a good percent of what I earned to keep my younger brother Catra in school. I was already a young man when he was still a boy. I was determined that at least one of our family should go to university and become a professional. To fulfill the promise of Sukarno's revolution. After I worked a hard long day, we'd sit in our front room with its dirt floor and a single kerosene lantern and he would teach me to read and write. "Since the days of my forefathers the palace had been hard lords, harsh on the tenants working their fields, some of them demanding sons and daughters to work in the palace. They were loyal to the Dutch. Mantera's father was a greedy man. Mantera was only marginally better." Dharma paused for another slurp. "Batu Gede was considered a rich area of Bali, but life was hard back then. Last year I attended a charity event. There were old photographs of Bali in the old days, the Bali of unspoiled paradise." "Reed Davis's photos?" Dharma gave her a long look. "Yes. Some were his." "I've heard that he was CIA. Many people think the CIA masterminded Gestapu and the killings, to get rid of the Communists." Dharma laughed loudly, slapping his knee. "We have had a thousand years of wars and intrigues, of spies and shadow puppets. It is colonialist arrogance to think the we needed the white American CIA to rid us of our Communists. Frankly, it is an insult." "They provided lists of names. Of Communists." "Bah. For every ten they counted, we already knew a thousand. We took care of our own problem, and we made the CIA dance to our own tune." Tina filed this away as she watched Zoe turn over and sat up. Slipping on a Tshirt, the American girl wandered into the café to order water. She gave Wulandri a smile, and said in passable Balinese, "Do you think I'm roasted enough?" 117
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Down the beach, Mantera buried his legs in the sand. His granddaughter<br />
Wulandri, who yesterday had been glammed up in Balinese temple dress but was now<br />
dressed in shorts and T-shirt, spread a towel on his shoulders. She headed down the<br />
boardwalk, strolling with that balanced grace common to so many Balinese women, but<br />
when she spotted Zoe napping on the recliner, she halted for a second before continuing<br />
on with a distinctly different sashay. Sauntering to the café, she bantered with the lady as<br />
she ordered a tea.<br />
Zoe suddenly sat up as if internal alarm bells had rung and stared at Wulandri.<br />
She removed her cotton top and shorts, and thus stripped down to her bikini, turned over<br />
on her back to present herself and to the sun.<br />
Wulandri eyed Zoe and said in Balinese to the shop matron, "She looks like a<br />
roasting pig."<br />
Tina had to smile at this little vignette. Jealousy, the same the world over.<br />
"If you promise to leave Arini alone," Dharma said, "then I will tell you her<br />
story."<br />
Tina returned her full attention to him. She would never silence another woman's<br />
voice, much less allow a man to tell her to do so, so she lied with ease. "All right."<br />
"I have to start with mine."<br />
"I'm listening."<br />
"Nah, I sharecropped for the old prince, Mantera's father, and then I became<br />
Mantera's collector, the landlord's share of the harvest. I put aside a good percent of what<br />
I earned to keep my younger brother Catra in school. I was already a young man when he<br />
was still a boy. I was determined that at least one of our family should go to university<br />
and become a professional. To fulfill the promise of Sukarno's revolution. After I worked<br />
a hard long day, we'd sit in our front room with its dirt floor and a single kerosene lantern<br />
and he would teach me to read and write.<br />
"Since the days of my forefathers the palace had been hard lords, harsh on the<br />
tenants working their fields, some of them demanding sons and daughters to work in the<br />
palace. They were loyal to the Dutch. Mantera's father was a greedy man. Mantera was<br />
only marginally better." Dharma paused for another slurp.<br />
"Batu Gede was considered a rich area of Bali, but life was hard back then. Last<br />
year I attended a charity event. There were old photographs of Bali in the old days, the<br />
Bali of unspoiled paradise."<br />
"Reed Davis's photos?"<br />
Dharma gave her a long look. "Yes. Some were his."<br />
"I've heard that he was CIA. Many people think the CIA masterminded Gestapu<br />
and the killings, to get rid of the Communists."<br />
Dharma laughed loudly, slapping his knee. "We have had a thousand years of<br />
wars and intrigues, of spies and shadow puppets. It is colonialist arrogance to think the<br />
we needed the white American CIA to rid us of our Communists. Frankly, it is an insult."<br />
"They provided lists of names. Of Communists."<br />
"Bah. For every ten they counted, we already knew a thousand. We took care of<br />
our own problem, and we made the CIA dance to our own tune."<br />
Tina filed this away as she watched Zoe turn over and sat up. Slipping on a Tshirt,<br />
the American girl wandered into the café to order water. She gave Wulandri a<br />
smile, and said in passable Balinese, "Do you think I'm roasted enough?"<br />
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