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"He was a surfer punk harassing Miss Wulandri. The boss's daughter. Teach him a<br />
lesson, the boss said, so I did. But a lesson is only a lesson if you get to learn from it. A<br />
rib punctured an artery. I got eight years."<br />
"Doesn't look like they starved you in there."<br />
Gong patted his stomach. "Boss took care of me. He told me you called me fat<br />
and stupid."<br />
Nol casually held his mirror stick in front of him, ready to whop it down across<br />
Gong's head. "You're not exactly skinny."<br />
"And you're right, I'm not really smart either. But I'm loyal. The Boss tells me to<br />
teach you a lesson, I'll try not to kill you." He waddled across the road to a coffee stall.<br />
Three hours later Nol and Sudana were relieved for an early lunch. First things<br />
first, though. The bamboo matting. Nol retrieved from the back of Sudana's pickup a ratty<br />
golf bag and casually strolled toward the storage shed. Due for demolition, it slumped at<br />
the end of the staff parking. Nol climbed through the side window as Sudana stood watch<br />
for any busybodies. Nol wasn't really stealing—the roll of matting was just sitting there,<br />
gathering cobwebs. The crime was letting it go to waste. Or, what was worse, letting a<br />
Javanese garbage picker get his hands on it.<br />
The roll fit perfectly into the golf bag, which he tossed into the back of Sudana's<br />
pickup.<br />
"You think anybody's going to steal it?" he fretted.<br />
Sudana shrugged. "Easy come, easy go."<br />
"Anybody does, I'll find out who," Nol growled.<br />
In the staff canteen, Nol ate with his fingers, disturbing not a single delicate<br />
foreign soul.<br />
At Nol's insistence, Sudana volunteered to help fix up Mak's shack after work.<br />
Together they rummaged through the junk collected under the granary, looking<br />
for wood to use as a frame for the matting. Mice scurried and crickets jumped. Nol<br />
snatched a big one and held it in a cage of cupped fingers. "Remember when we were<br />
kids, that idea I had to sell shares in a champion cricket?"<br />
"I wonder what happened to that teacher," Sudana said, wiping a strand of<br />
cobweb off his ear.<br />
"Probably in Jakarta office making up National Exam questions."<br />
"Here's some bamboo. Kind of bug eaten, though."<br />
Nol looked up the stairs to the granary's closed doors. "Could be something up<br />
there."<br />
"I don't know," Sudana said reluctantly.<br />
"We're not kids anymore," Nol said. "There's no Luhde Srikandi up there."<br />
"That old story?" Sudana said with a laugh.<br />
"Go on, then, you have a look."<br />
"I'm not the one who needs the wood."<br />
With a sigh, Nol started up the stairs. The two panel doors to the storage roof<br />
squeaked on rusty hinges to Nol's tentative push. With the back of his neck tingling, he<br />
stooped through the opening. The stuffy air clogged his throat, and he coughed as his<br />
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