Chapter One - Richard Lewis
Chapter One - Richard Lewis Chapter One - Richard Lewis
"That's confidential!" Nol snapped, trying to grab it back, but Gong fended him off with a meaty forearm as he flipped open the folder. "You give that back or I'm driving you straight to the police station." Gong let the folder go, and Nol stuck down his door's side pocket, out of reach. Gong burped. "I was thinking about Men Djawa," he said as Nol ground the gears. "I'm missing her cakes. I guess you're missing them too. Missing them so much you had to go see her in the Gianyar clinic." "Why shouldn't I go see her?" Gong burped again. "That was spicy. The doc says I should cut my food. I have high blood pressure. I'm not supposed to get excited. Don't get me excited, Nol." "What's there to get excited about? So I went and saw her." "About what?" "People in hospitals, you go see them. That's what you do." "Mbeh, calm down, brother. You're going to have a stroke." At the Ramayana Mall, Nol turned into the entrance, which had a parking booth and an attendant asking for two thousand rupiah. "I'm just dropping him off," Nol told her. "I'm not parking." "Sorry, sir. You have to pay." "I don't have small money on me," Nol said to Gong. Gong reached for his wallet and gave him a five thousand note. "You were always cheap," he grumbled. When the attendant gave the change, Gong shoved the coins into the ashtray. "Keep it for next time." Nol assumed that the file Gong had pawed through held another contract draft for a land deal. At a red light he opened the cover and was stunned to see that in fact the contract was a concept for a lawsuit against Anak Agung Gdé Raka. Nol startled as the cars behind him honked. For the first time that he could remember, he'd missed gunning a green light. He found his uncle at his compound, taking delivery of bamboo and thatch for the temporary structures necessary for the tooth filing ceremony. After a last check, Dharma led Nol to a back porch where they sat on the steps, facing the pig sty, a contented porker snoozing in the dirt, fattening up for the feast and blissfully unaware of his fate. Dharma took the folder but didn't immediately open it, asking instead about Nol's new renter. "Was she the American woman at the meeting, asking about the bones?" Dharma asked. "Her rent was up and she was still here for a few more months and she heard about my place." "It's odd," Dharma said. The comment wasn't an accusation, but a reflection. Nol's uncle was thinking of something, his shrewd mind whirring away, but Nol knew better than to probe. Dharma harrumphed and opened the folder. "Have you had a look at this? I'm suing Raka. The bastard took a big land deal right out from under my nose. This is that deal you did some work on, so you better hope he backs off because your percentage is riding on this." "You mean the land out in Tabanan?" "That's right." 88
Nol didn't like the sounds of this at all. "But that deal was with Mantera, not Raka," he said. "Raka's taking over his father's affairs," Dharma said. He shook his head. "I knew this day would come. Mantera's not a man you can fully trust. He should be keeping his word, not letting his son break it. But like father like son and like son like father." Dharma unclipped his pen and added a name underneath Raka's. "Anak Agung Mantera as second defendant," he said. "Now that will surprise the old prince. But we'll wait until after the tooth filing. I want to invite him one last time as honored guest." As Nol squatted on the steps of the kitchen, eating a late lunch of rice and pork, a scooter hummed up the lane, and a moment later Putu popped through the gate. This was a change, Nol thought. Not only was his son home during prime sun-baking time but he was dressed in trousers and shirt and shoes, looking like he had a regular office job, and he had in his hand a manila folder. He nodded at his father, took off his shoes, and padded into the kitchen to get his own meal, a plate of food piled like Mount Agung They ate silently and quickly. Putu took the dirty plates to the sink and brought out a pitcher of water to wash their fingers over the side of the steps. "Tomorrow we're going to the Temple of the Crater Lake for your homecoming blessing," Nol said. "And we're asking for holy water for your tooth filing ceremony." Putu scowled. "Why does everything have to be so feudal? Today we have computers that can think like a person and we send satellites to space and we know how the world was made and how we evolved but we still make offerings and have rituals like we did a thousand years ago, when there wasn't any science at all, just superstitions." Nol swung on his son, astounded. "What is this nonsense?" Putu didn't reply. He handed the folder to Nol. Within was a computerized form from the Civil Registry. "I was there all morning," Putu said. "You need to sign it right there at the bottom." It was an application for a legal change of name. Nol had assumed that Putu's idea was just a passing jet-lagged whim. He hadn't given it any more thought. Now he traced a line with his finger. Requested new name, and then Putu's carefully inked letters. Johnny Putu. "That's my screen credit for the short movie I did," Putu said. "I want to keep it." "But if you change your name this way, it's permanent." "Don't worry, Bapa. This is just for America." "You think when I was growing up people didn't make fun of my name? Madé Ziro? I can't begin to tell you." "People aren't making fun of my name, Bapa. I get hate mail. Threats." "I sometimes wondered what my father would have named me if he'd been alive. But I decided early that I was who I was. If people were going to make fun of my name, then I would be proud of it. I was always proud of it and am proud of it now. Madé Ziro. That's who I am. Why, I'm even starting a company with my name. Product Ziro." "My name though, Putu Swastika, with Americans, they think it's like saying I'm proud to be a Nazi. That's how it is over there. They spit at me. Even Zoe thinks—" "This bulé girl says you should change your name, is that it? A perfectly good and respectable and proud Hindu name that your own father gave you?" 89
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Nol didn't like the sounds of this at all. "But that deal was with Mantera, not<br />
Raka," he said.<br />
"Raka's taking over his father's affairs," Dharma said. He shook his head. "I knew<br />
this day would come. Mantera's not a man you can fully trust. He should be keeping his<br />
word, not letting his son break it. But like father like son and like son like father."<br />
Dharma unclipped his pen and added a name underneath Raka's. "Anak Agung Mantera<br />
as second defendant," he said. "Now that will surprise the old prince. But we'll wait until<br />
after the tooth filing. I want to invite him one last time as honored guest."<br />
As Nol squatted on the steps of the kitchen, eating a late lunch of rice and pork, a<br />
scooter hummed up the lane, and a moment later Putu popped through the gate. This was<br />
a change, Nol thought. Not only was his son home during prime sun-baking time but he<br />
was dressed in trousers and shirt and shoes, looking like he had a regular office job, and<br />
he had in his hand a manila folder. He nodded at his father, took off his shoes, and<br />
padded into the kitchen to get his own meal, a plate of food piled like Mount Agung<br />
They ate silently and quickly. Putu took the dirty plates to the sink and brought<br />
out a pitcher of water to wash their fingers over the side of the steps.<br />
"Tomorrow we're going to the Temple of the Crater Lake for your homecoming<br />
blessing," Nol said. "And we're asking for holy water for your tooth filing ceremony."<br />
Putu scowled. "Why does everything have to be so feudal? Today we have<br />
computers that can think like a person and we send satellites to space and we know how<br />
the world was made and how we evolved but we still make offerings and have rituals like<br />
we did a thousand years ago, when there wasn't any science at all, just superstitions."<br />
Nol swung on his son, astounded. "What is this nonsense?"<br />
Putu didn't reply. He handed the folder to Nol. Within was a computerized form<br />
from the Civil Registry. "I was there all morning," Putu said. "You need to sign it right<br />
there at the bottom."<br />
It was an application for a legal change of name. Nol had assumed that Putu's idea<br />
was just a passing jet-lagged whim. He hadn't given it any more thought. Now he traced a<br />
line with his finger. Requested new name, and then Putu's carefully inked letters. Johnny<br />
Putu.<br />
"That's my screen credit for the short movie I did," Putu said. "I want to keep it."<br />
"But if you change your name this way, it's permanent."<br />
"Don't worry, Bapa. This is just for America."<br />
"You think when I was growing up people didn't make fun of my name? Madé<br />
Ziro? I can't begin to tell you."<br />
"People aren't making fun of my name, Bapa. I get hate mail. Threats."<br />
"I sometimes wondered what my father would have named me if he'd been alive.<br />
But I decided early that I was who I was. If people were going to make fun of my name,<br />
then I would be proud of it. I was always proud of it and am proud of it now. Madé Ziro.<br />
That's who I am. Why, I'm even starting a company with my name. Product Ziro."<br />
"My name though, Putu Swastika, with Americans, they think it's like saying I'm<br />
proud to be a Nazi. That's how it is over there. They spit at me. Even Zoe thinks—"<br />
"This bulé girl says you should change your name, is that it? A perfectly good and<br />
respectable and proud Hindu name that your own father gave you?"<br />
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