Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
"You won't be able to protect her forever, Tuan Reed," he said, a mockery now<br />
layering his anger.<br />
Reed swung Naniek to the coconut grove and the jeep.<br />
"Let me go," she said, struggling.<br />
"Don't be a fool," he said harshly. He pushed her into the front seat and whipped<br />
the jeep across the grove, bouncing over ruts. Plowing through a patch of peanuts, the<br />
jeep emerged in a cloud of dust on a village lane. Naniek held onto the dashboard, staring<br />
straight ahead. Reed didn't say anything until he came to a stop in front of Parwati's<br />
house.<br />
"That farmer's good as dead," he said.<br />
"Were you taking your photos?" she said with a clenched voice.<br />
"No."<br />
"Thomas Carlyle said in a time of revolution a father can eat his own children."<br />
"Jesus, Naniek."<br />
She jumped out and ran into the house.<br />
Two afternoons later, stretched out upon his verandah couch, he idly watched a<br />
house lizard stalking across the rafter toward an unsuspecting bug and debated whether<br />
he should go out and buy the strongest moonshine arak he could find. Alcohol never<br />
solved anything, but it was better than nothing.<br />
The lizard crept closer. Reed's skin began to prickle, with that sixth sense of<br />
being watched himself. Stalked by somebody. Ompreng? Rusty? Even this mysterious<br />
Luhde Srikandi herself, poisoned dart at the ready? He casually turned his head toward<br />
the verandah's side steps.<br />
Sweat lined Naniek's forehead and dampened the collar of her blouse. Her bicycle<br />
leaned against the stair's lower post. Oil from the gear chain had stained her trousers.<br />
She didn't speak, held Reed's gaze, her expression unreadable.<br />
"I didn't hear you come in," he said.<br />
"You were muttering," she said. "You look fierce. Are you angry?"<br />
"No," he said. Then, "Yes."<br />
She slipped out of her canvas shoes and padded across the verandah to the railing,<br />
where she stared down into the rushing stream. "Please go home, Reed."<br />
"This is home."<br />
She turned to him. "That farmer. He died before they could get him to the clinic."<br />
"Nobody could have done anything for him."<br />
"It wasn't meant to happen." A fire in those eyes, a hard line to her jaw. "I'm<br />
afraid he won't be the only one."<br />
"What's happened to Desak and Parwati?"<br />
"Released. Lack of evidence. Please, Reed, leave us to our own revolution. Go to<br />
your own people."<br />
"I'm not going to leave you."<br />
She glanced at her hands. "But I am leaving you. I've been called back to<br />
Djakarta. I go tomorrow."<br />
Reed absorbed that, a dud bomb that sank deep and then without warning<br />
exploded. He jumped to his feet. "Aduh, where are my manners? Let me get you<br />
137