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<strong>Chapter</strong> 2<br />
The previous evening, Madé Ziro, known to all as Nol, sat down in his parlor to<br />
watch the news with his wife and his mother.<br />
Suti sold T-shirts and knickknacks at her shop on beach arcade, and this morning<br />
Nol had borrowed fifty million from the bank to renew the shop's lease and promptly lost<br />
every single rupiah at the cockfights. He hadn't told his wife and wasn't going to tell her<br />
and so pretended nothing was wrong as he turned on the TV, prepared to fake a serene<br />
interest in the country's troubles while frantically wondering how to wiggle out of his<br />
own.<br />
A reporter prattled breathlessly that former President Soeharto had been rushed to<br />
the Pertamina Hospital in Jakarta. For years Soeharto's lawyers had claimed he was too ill<br />
to leave his house on Cendana Street to attend trial for corruption and human rights<br />
abuses, and now he truly was sick.<br />
The television switched to shots of the Cendana Family and close associates<br />
hurrying through the hospital doors.<br />
"All that money he stole can't help him now," Suti said.<br />
She was repairing one of the reed coasters she sold in the shop, peering over the<br />
rims of her reading glasses at the TV. Nol's mother, Wayan Arini, perched on the edge of<br />
a chair, her white hair coiffed, her slender back erect, her elegant hands folded in her lap.<br />
The evening's news had drawn her like a judge to her court, and she watched the reporter<br />
with a stern gaze, ready to catch him out on a lie. Suti relaxed in sarong and blouse, but<br />
Nol's fastidious mother had put on a freshly ironed dress to sit in his parlor as if she were<br />
a guest.<br />
As a panel of analysts discussed the state of Soeharto's kidneys, Nol slumped<br />
lower. Why oh why had his friend Sudana called him about the cockfights just as Nol<br />
was leaving the bank? Why oh why had the cockfights been at the Renon cockpit<br />
pavilion, right there on the way home? Why oh why, after Nol vowed to drive past the<br />
arena, had there appeared a single parking space on the side of the road?<br />
Why oh why had he stopped?<br />
He vowed he'd only gamble a million.<br />
But the entire fifty million vanished like a magic trick, leaving Nol holding an<br />
empty leather satchel. Angry and disgusted, Nol threw it out the window as he drove off.<br />
But it was a perfectly good satchel, and he sped around the one-way block to retrieve it. It<br />
was already gone. Some lousy thief had taken it.<br />
The reporter popped back into view, a weedy young man who must have been in<br />
short pants when Soeharto abruptly resigned during the 1998 riots. The question now, the<br />
reporter said, is whether the president would be leaving the hospital alive.<br />
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