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When Nol got home, a black Mercedes from the palace was parked outside his<br />
front gate. Mantera was evidently paying Nol's mother another visit for coffee, yak, yak,<br />
yak, slurp, slurp, slurp.<br />
Still, this was the perfect opportunity. Nol would pull the old man aside and put it<br />
to him straight. As long as you're here talking old times with my mother, I need to borrow<br />
50 million.<br />
Arini was entertaining Mantera on her porch, the coffee accompanied by a plate<br />
of imported Danish butter cookies. The tin was right there. A gift from Mantera, Nol<br />
assumed. Why his mother had actually opened the tin, Nol didn't know. A man like<br />
Mantera should be kept at a certain distance. Surely Mother knew that.<br />
Nol greeted the prince and sat on the porch's cement rail, wide enough for potted<br />
plants, putting him higher than Mantera. If the prince was bothered by the insult, he didn't<br />
show it. Dressed in light trousers and simple batik shirt, he had his cane propped between<br />
his legs, both hands cupped on the handle, its delicate silver work oddly matched to the<br />
length of rough, heavy ironwood. It was, come to think of it, an odd cane, but that was<br />
Mantera for you.<br />
"Don't sit there," Arini scolded Nol. "Here's a chair."<br />
The corner of her right eye fluttered, a sign that her migraine was still clinging.<br />
Why was Mantera bothering her?<br />
Nol grudgingly changed places.<br />
"Your mother and I were just talking about the time our dance troupe danced for<br />
President Sukarno at his palace in Tampaksiring," Mantera said. "Afterwards he pinched<br />
her cheek. She didn't wash it for a week afterward."<br />
"Pak Mantera exaggerates," Arini said coolly.<br />
Mantera tapped his cane on the floor, smiling. "Oh, Arini, I almost forgot. I was<br />
recently reminded of the time your grandson Putu tricked my granddaughter Wulandri<br />
with soap that turned her hands blue. Oh, my, she truly was furious. She told me to report<br />
Putu to the police. I said it ran in the family. I told her about the time when you glued the<br />
pages of my school note book. Remember that? The teacher asked me to read my story,<br />
and I couldn't open the pages."<br />
Arini smiled. "You ripped them up and threw them at me. But I must confess. It<br />
wasn't me. Catra glued the pages."<br />
"Is that so?" Mantera said. The mention of the Nol's father's name lingered<br />
uncomfortably. The prince's hands tightened on the cane's handle and he rose creakily to<br />
his feet. "I must be going. No, no, please don't bother, your son can see me to the gate."<br />
Nol followed a step behind and at the gate slipped in front, as though to politely<br />
usher him out of the compound, but intending to block him and spring the request for a<br />
loan.<br />
Mantera lifted his cane and tapped the silver handle on Nol's chest. "I would like<br />
to see you at my house this evening."<br />
Like an outrigger whose sail had lost all wind, Nol could only sputter, "What<br />
about?"<br />
"A private matter," Mantera said and took his leave.<br />
Nol hurried back to his mother's porch, where she was gathering up the cups.<br />
"What was all that about, Mother? Why is he bothering you?"<br />
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