Chapter One - Richard Lewis
Chapter One - Richard Lewis Chapter One - Richard Lewis
"He'll never die," Arini said evenly. "He's too afraid, all those sins of his." Having pronounced her judgment, she rose and glided out the door, heading across the courtyard to her own house in the compound. Nol and Suti exchanged a glance. On December 9, 1965, more than two months after a failed Communist coup, Red Beret commandos loyal to then Major General Soeharto had hauled Nol's father out the gates for questioning. Madé Catra was a grade school teacher and scholar. Before he had a chance to clear his name, he was executed, leaving behind his four-year-old daughter and his pregnant wife. It was something Arini never talked about. Nol's teenaged daughter Dian burst through the door, a sarong wrapped around her, damp hair caught up in a towel. She reached for the remote, but Nol held it away from her. "You have exams. No TV." "But my favorite show is on! Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire. And it's not TV anyways." "Oh, really? What do you call that thing right there if it's not a TV?" "It's a reality show. It's real people, not actors, so it's not really TV TV—" "Go. Study. Now." Dian flounced out with a scowl. Her bedroom, decorated with posters of Jakarta boy bands, was the closest in a row of three rooms that shared a long porch. Nol kept a constant and stern eye on her guests. Her older brother Putu had the far room, which Nol kept locked, as his son was finishing up his first year at university in America. Not just any school, but Stanford University, one of the world's best, to which Putu had won a full scholarship. "You've been grumpy all day," Suti said, her attention returned to the coaster. Grumpy? Well, yes, and he had fifty million reasons why. "Well?" Suti prodded. "That Frenchman who looked at the rental last week? He took a place in Canggu. Why do all the white people want to live in Canggu? The traffic's horrible, the beaches are dirty, the rivers polluted." "It might help if the pool was clean." Nol kept silent. All during the villa's construction, they'd argued about the pool. Suti had a knack for selling T-shirts and souvenirs to tourists, but she had little understanding of Westerners' love for bodies of artificially blue water. And keeping water blue was much more difficult than she realized. He flicked through the channels, settling for a moment on Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire, some handsome but penniless Balinese surfer living in an Ubud estate the producers rented, pretending to be loaded with money for a bunch of pretty Jakarta girls who were dumb enough to believe this was all for real. He jabbed the off button. "Kids these days. They think it's so easy." Suti dropped the mended coaster into a plastic bag. "Did you get to the bank today?" He scratched his armpit. "I forgot the bank book and they wouldn't let me take out the money. I'm me, I said, you know I'm me, but no, I'm not me without my bank book. I'll go tomorrow." Suti brushed trimmings off her lap. "You had coffee with Anak Agung Mantera this afternoon." 6
The abrupt change of topic made Nol suspicious. Suti had a knack of discussing this and that and the other thing, and without warning you found yourself trapped. "He was having coffee with Mother, and I was just being polite." "What did he want?" The village's leading aristocrat from the puri, the palace on the north side of town, Mantera was of minor but still royal blood. Not to mention rich. Lately he'd been by a few times to visit Mother, which was odd to the point of suspicion, and which was why Nol had joined them at the garden pavilion. "They talk about old times," he said. "They went to school together when they were children." "Your mother is very gracious." "And why shouldn't I have coffee with him?" "Because you don't like him. You call him a skinny weasel. You want to borrow money from him, don't you?" Borrow? The idea struck Nol like a mallet to a gong. He hadn't thought beyond his suspicions of Mantera to regard him as a possible solution for his predicament, a most shameful oversight for someone of Nol's acumen. But what was this look Suti was giving him? Had somebody told her about the cockfights? "Why would I want to borrow money?" "For one of your schemes to get rich quick." Immensely relieved, Nol put on an offended scowl. "I don't have schemes. I have good ideas that others steal." He lumbered to his feet. Conjuring a yawn that turned into a real one, he said he was going to bed. 7
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"He'll never die," Arini said evenly. "He's too afraid, all those sins of his."<br />
Having pronounced her judgment, she rose and glided out the door, heading<br />
across the courtyard to her own house in the compound.<br />
Nol and Suti exchanged a glance. On December 9, 1965, more than two months<br />
after a failed Communist coup, Red Beret commandos loyal to then Major General<br />
Soeharto had hauled Nol's father out the gates for questioning. Madé Catra was a grade<br />
school teacher and scholar. Before he had a chance to clear his name, he was executed,<br />
leaving behind his four-year-old daughter and his pregnant wife.<br />
It was something Arini never talked about.<br />
Nol's teenaged daughter Dian burst through the door, a sarong wrapped around<br />
her, damp hair caught up in a towel. She reached for the remote, but Nol held it away<br />
from her. "You have exams. No TV."<br />
"But my favorite show is on! Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire. And it's not TV<br />
anyways."<br />
"Oh, really? What do you call that thing right there if it's not a TV?"<br />
"It's a reality show. It's real people, not actors, so it's not really TV TV—"<br />
"Go. Study. Now."<br />
Dian flounced out with a scowl. Her bedroom, decorated with posters of Jakarta<br />
boy bands, was the closest in a row of three rooms that shared a long porch. Nol kept a<br />
constant and stern eye on her guests. Her older brother Putu had the far room, which Nol<br />
kept locked, as his son was finishing up his first year at university in America. Not just<br />
any school, but Stanford University, one of the world's best, to which Putu had won a full<br />
scholarship.<br />
"You've been grumpy all day," Suti said, her attention returned to the coaster.<br />
Grumpy? Well, yes, and he had fifty million reasons why.<br />
"Well?" Suti prodded.<br />
"That Frenchman who looked at the rental last week? He took a place in Canggu.<br />
Why do all the white people want to live in Canggu? The traffic's horrible, the beaches<br />
are dirty, the rivers polluted."<br />
"It might help if the pool was clean."<br />
Nol kept silent. All during the villa's construction, they'd argued about the pool.<br />
Suti had a knack for selling T-shirts and souvenirs to tourists, but she had little<br />
understanding of Westerners' love for bodies of artificially blue water. And keeping water<br />
blue was much more difficult than she realized.<br />
He flicked through the channels, settling for a moment on Who Wants to Marry a<br />
Millionaire, some handsome but penniless Balinese surfer living in an Ubud estate the<br />
producers rented, pretending to be loaded with money for a bunch of pretty Jakarta girls<br />
who were dumb enough to believe this was all for real. He jabbed the off button. "Kids<br />
these days. They think it's so easy."<br />
Suti dropped the mended coaster into a plastic bag. "Did you get to the bank<br />
today?"<br />
He scratched his armpit. "I forgot the bank book and they wouldn't let me take out<br />
the money. I'm me, I said, you know I'm me, but no, I'm not me without my bank book.<br />
I'll go tomorrow."<br />
Suti brushed trimmings off her lap. "You had coffee with Anak Agung Mantera<br />
this afternoon."<br />
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