Chapter One - Richard Lewis
Chapter One - Richard Lewis Chapter One - Richard Lewis
"Don't take it so personally. People here change their names all the time, if they're sick or have bad luck—" "So it's bad luck you have a father who gave you your name? Who worked hard to send you to school and give you the best start in life? This is bad luck?" Putu rose with a long and aggrieved sigh. "You are turning everything around." He snatched the folder from Nol's hand and stalked off. Nol's lunch sat in his stomach like a fermented brick. "Johnny Putu," he muttered. What was the world coming to? That afternoon, Nol went next door to make sure that Tina knew she was invited along on the pilgrimage. She'd be good company for Mother. Tina wasn't in, but sitting on the bottom step of the porch was Mak. For once she was fully dressed, in sarong and blouse, and even wore sandals on her feet, as if she'd made a long and weary journey to get here. Two pieces of songket textiles were draped across her lap. Nol had no idea she still had some left. "What are you doing here, Mak?" "I'm waiting for the American to sell her some songket." The bungalow's doors and front room windows were open. Rather trusting of Tina, considering her laptop was right there on the table. Balinese wouldn't steal—well, not most Balinese—but you couldn't say the same about the Javanese working in the nearby fields. Easy enough for them to jump over the wall and grab what they could. She should have at least closed and latched the side windows. He entered the front room to do that for her, but his attention was caught by a folder open on the table. Tucked into a plastic sleeve was a copy of a newspaper page. The communist Harian Rakyat, no less, the text in old-fashioned typesetting. The page was from the letters section. One of the letters was titled "Water rights, land reform, and Marx." Written by Madé Catra. Once Nol's shock eased, he tried to read the letter, but was rebuffed by the dense theoretical language. Apparently Karl Marx had once mentioned Bali as an example of water rights and power, and it seemed to Nol that his father was arguing against that interpretation, which was a great relief, for if his father was arguing against Marx, then he certainly was no Marxist. Nol almost missed the tiny print in parentheses at the bottom of the letter: (I would like to thank Comrade Luhde Srikandi for her crucial insights.) Nol read that again, and a third time. The name still remained. Luhde Srikandi. Comrade. What was going on here? He wandered out to the porch and sat down by his great-aunt, who was waiting with the relentless patience of the aged, staring at nothing. "Mak," he said. She didn't hear him. "Mak," he said. "Who was Luhde Srikandi?" She blinked and focused her shrunken eyes on him. "Do you know anything about her? Luhde Srikandi?" 90
"Hush, you silly boy. Don't mention that name. Where's the American?" She had no sooner asked that when Tina blew in like a leaf on the wind. "My goodness, the landlord is checking up while I'm away," she teased. "You should lock up when you go," he scolded. Tina ignored him to smile at Mak. "My, those are lovely songket." "Are you sure you're not Dutch?" Mak asked suspiciously. "American. I have a passport that says so." "CIA?" Tina laughed. "Heavens, no." Mak looked suspicious, as if she didn't believe Tina. She held up her cloth. "Do you want to buy one of these songket? Fifteen ringgit." Ringgit? That was antique money. "You should sell those to a collector," Tina said. "Here. Take one. I give it to you." Mak thrust the songket into Tina's hand and labored to her feet. She hobbled away. Tina dusted the songket with a few slaps of her hand and gave it to Nol. "Seriously. This could be worth a few hundred dollars." Really? Well. Nol took it with renewed appreciation, wondering how many more the old woman had stashed in that hut. Tina invited him to sit at the porch table and have a coffee. Nol wanted to ask her why she'd taken the trouble to look up his father's Harian Rakyat letter but he could think of no path that could naturally lead him to the question. He couldn't just come out with it, that he'd been reading her files. He'd had enough experience with Americans to know they got awfully touchy about their privacy, one of their odd cultural habits. Instead, he and Tina chatted about the unusually warm July weather, and of cobras which Tina had not yet seen. Nol then reminded Tina of the pilgrimage to the Temple of the Crater Lake and that she was welcome to come. He casually mentioned Putu's wish to have his name changed. "Is Swastika really such a terrible name? He says he gets threats." "Many people from other countries arrive in the US with names that sound odd or have double meanings," Tina said. "Some of them do change their names, but others are proud of their heritage and let the jokes and insults roll off their backs. Swastika, though, I have to say that's in a different category. It's a volatile word to many people. They react without thinking. I think Putu does have a point." "I hated my name when I was growing up," Nol blurted. "What kind of name is Ziro? I hated my uncle for giving it to me. But I never said anything." He brooded at the plunge pool's blue water. "I didn't have a father. I didn't have an example to follow. Sometimes I wonder if I am a failure as father myself." "Of course you're not," Tina said. Nol appreciated the confident no-nonsense way she said that, but she wasn't a father. She wasn't even a parent. How would she know? 91
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"Hush, you silly boy. Don't mention that name. Where's the American?"<br />
She had no sooner asked that when Tina blew in like a leaf on the wind. "My<br />
goodness, the landlord is checking up while I'm away," she teased.<br />
"You should lock up when you go," he scolded.<br />
Tina ignored him to smile at Mak. "My, those are lovely songket."<br />
"Are you sure you're not Dutch?" Mak asked suspiciously.<br />
"American. I have a passport that says so."<br />
"CIA?"<br />
Tina laughed. "Heavens, no."<br />
Mak looked suspicious, as if she didn't believe Tina. She held up her cloth. "Do<br />
you want to buy one of these songket? Fifteen ringgit."<br />
Ringgit? That was antique money.<br />
"You should sell those to a collector," Tina said.<br />
"Here. Take one. I give it to you." Mak thrust the songket into Tina's hand and<br />
labored to her feet. She hobbled away.<br />
Tina dusted the songket with a few slaps of her hand and gave it to Nol.<br />
"Seriously. This could be worth a few hundred dollars."<br />
Really? Well. Nol took it with renewed appreciation, wondering how many more<br />
the old woman had stashed in that hut.<br />
Tina invited him to sit at the porch table and have a coffee. Nol wanted to ask her<br />
why she'd taken the trouble to look up his father's Harian Rakyat letter but he could think<br />
of no path that could naturally lead him to the question. He couldn't just come out with it,<br />
that he'd been reading her files. He'd had enough experience with Americans to know<br />
they got awfully touchy about their privacy, one of their odd cultural habits. Instead, he<br />
and Tina chatted about the unusually warm July weather, and of cobras which Tina had<br />
not yet seen.<br />
Nol then reminded Tina of the pilgrimage to the Temple of the Crater Lake and<br />
that she was welcome to come. He casually mentioned Putu's wish to have his name<br />
changed.<br />
"Is Swastika really such a terrible name? He says he gets threats."<br />
"Many people from other countries arrive in the US with names that sound odd or<br />
have double meanings," Tina said. "Some of them do change their names, but others are<br />
proud of their heritage and let the jokes and insults roll off their backs. Swastika, though,<br />
I have to say that's in a different category. It's a volatile word to many people. They react<br />
without thinking. I think Putu does have a point."<br />
"I hated my name when I was growing up," Nol blurted. "What kind of name is<br />
Ziro? I hated my uncle for giving it to me. But I never said anything." He brooded at the<br />
plunge pool's blue water. "I didn't have a father. I didn't have an example to follow.<br />
Sometimes I wonder if I am a failure as father myself."<br />
"Of course you're not," Tina said.<br />
Nol appreciated the confident no-nonsense way she said that, but she wasn't a<br />
father. She wasn't even a parent. How would she know?<br />
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