Chapter One - Richard Lewis
Chapter One - Richard Lewis Chapter One - Richard Lewis
Chapter 19 Reed hadn't set foot in Batu Gede for forty years, but he was still on the palace mailing list, and occasionally a courier dropped off an invitation to a wedding or cremation. Today the invitation was for a tooth-filing. Would Tina Briddle be attending? Probably. Right up her anthropological alley. Why, Reed wondered, had he told her about Batu Gede? When it came to the massacres of 1965, there were plenty of other unknown stories to be told. Why had he set her on that path? Luhde Srikandi—of course she would zero in on that. Stupid of him to have opened his mouth. Or had he been sabotaged by a story that was forty years old, one he had tucked away into the dead ends of his heart, but was now demanding to have its ending written? 1965 He'd only seen her three times. And she was a Gerwani cadre, at that. A Red. By God, the thing was impossible. But he couldn't stop thinking about her. In his bungalow above the murmuring stream, with moon shadows dappling the rice paddies beyond, Reed Davis finally fell asleep, twisted in his sheets beneath the mosquito netting. He was dreaming of Naniek when he groggily woke to a man calling from beyond the screened bedroom window. "Tuan Reed, Tuan Reed," the man whispered. "Who is it?" "Me." "And who is me?" "Gusti Kusumba. I have hair for you." Reed fumbled for his watch. One in the morning. "I have come far. The bus broke down. I am so sorry to bother you." Yawning, Reed swung out of bed and shucked on a sarong and T-shirt. Carrying a kerosene lantern, he went round to the back porch, where Gusti huddled upon the steps with a wicker basket. He again apologized for disturbing Reed. Amid the cricket's chirping and the croaking of frogs, Reed thought he heard a moan out by the road. "What's that?" he asked. "It is nothing," Gusti said. "Some of my family came with me." Reed nodded at the basket. "And that?" Gusti lifted the top. Strands of loose black hair half-filled the basket. "I'd really like to do this in the morning—" Reed broke off as another moan drifted through the night, longer and more intense. "What is that?" 96
"It is only my wife," Gusti said. "She is sick." "My God, man," Reed said in English before reverting to Balinese. "Bring her in." Gusti stood and clapped his hands. Out of the darkness two men appeared, carrying a makeshift bamboo stretcher, on which a woman moaned and writhed with pain. Rusty followed after them. Gusti smiled and repeatedly apologized for disturbing Reed while wringing his hands, that common and curious mix of fatalism and distraught urgency. His wife had terrible pain, he said, and after several days of treatments with the local balian, she wasn't getting better. Perhaps Reed had some special medicine in his medicine box? Now Reed understood the late night visit, but he only had basic first aid training, and something was seriously wrong here. He hoped that the French doctor who'd been on a six month volunteer mission to Father Louis's orphanage was still in residence. The woman moaned again. Five vials of morphine nestled in Reed's first aid kit. He hated needles, and even though he wasn't getting the shot, was already growing lightheaded as he read the dosage and filled the syringe. He managed to get most of the morphine into the woman's buttock before he fainted clean away into Rusty's arms. When he came too, he was flat on his back on the grass, Rusty sprinkling water on his face. Gusti's wife had melted away in narcotic euphoria, and with Rusty and Gusti and a brother holding the stretcher steady in the jeep, Reed barreled along the night-shrouded roads to Den Pasar. The orphanage and clinic were tucked down a back lane, a complex of several bamboo and brick structures. Father Louis's rectory hunkered by a stream. On the rectory's front porch, the beam of Reed's flashlight fell upon children curled up together on mats. They remained asleep as Reed knocked with increasing vigor on the front door, rousing a sleepy housekeeper, who went to fetch Father Louis. He appeared in his bathrobe, eyes sleepy behind his tilted glasses, pink cheeks twitching. Reed explained the situation, gesturing to the groaning woman and her anxious husband. Father Louis told the housekeeper to get Doctor Philippe, and then knelt to tuck a blanket around a girl of thin bones and scraggly hair, who was restless in her dreams. "From Klungkung," the Father said, rising. "The harvest failed. Their parents were ready to sell them to a middleman." Doctor Philippe shuffled out from his room. By the light of the porch lantern the doctor briefly poked and prodded the woman and told a male nurse to take her to the clinic. "Most likely kidney stones," he said to the relieved husband. Reed declined Father Louis's offer of a room. With Rusty snoozing in the jeep's passenger seat, he drove home to Ubud and collapsed into bed for the last hour before dawn, exhausted enough to sleep until the start of eternity, but sleep wouldn't come. Images of Naniek combing her hair returned and kept him awake. With dawn birds chirping, he finally gave up, threw on a shirt and walked to the morning market. There a barber under a tree greeted him, lathered his jowls, and shaved him with a straight razor. A notorious gossip, the barber had this morning new topic of conversation. "You fell like a tree," the barber chortled. Rusty had spread the word about his mid-night faint. "A big strong American like you." After breakfast and a shower, Reed drove to the Bali Hotel, bringing along his Nikon. He'd had word from Arini that the Udayana military command had booked the function room for a seminar and luncheon. At the hotel, Reed parked on the street, as Army vehicles and MP jeeps and top brass sedans filled the hotel lot. Several souvenir 97
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"It is only my wife," Gusti said. "She is sick."<br />
"My God, man," Reed said in English before reverting to Balinese. "Bring her in."<br />
Gusti stood and clapped his hands. Out of the darkness two men appeared,<br />
carrying a makeshift bamboo stretcher, on which a woman moaned and writhed with<br />
pain. Rusty followed after them.<br />
Gusti smiled and repeatedly apologized for disturbing Reed while wringing his<br />
hands, that common and curious mix of fatalism and distraught urgency. His wife had<br />
terrible pain, he said, and after several days of treatments with the local balian, she wasn't<br />
getting better. Perhaps Reed had some special medicine in his medicine box?<br />
Now Reed understood the late night visit, but he only had basic first aid training,<br />
and something was seriously wrong here. He hoped that the French doctor who'd been on<br />
a six month volunteer mission to Father Louis's orphanage was still in residence.<br />
The woman moaned again. Five vials of morphine nestled in Reed's first aid kit.<br />
He hated needles, and even though he wasn't getting the shot, was already growing<br />
lightheaded as he read the dosage and filled the syringe. He managed to get most of the<br />
morphine into the woman's buttock before he fainted clean away into Rusty's arms. When<br />
he came too, he was flat on his back on the grass, Rusty sprinkling water on his face.<br />
Gusti's wife had melted away in narcotic euphoria, and with Rusty and Gusti and<br />
a brother holding the stretcher steady in the jeep, Reed barreled along the night-shrouded<br />
roads to Den Pasar. The orphanage and clinic were tucked down a back lane, a complex<br />
of several bamboo and brick structures. Father Louis's rectory hunkered by a stream. On<br />
the rectory's front porch, the beam of Reed's flashlight fell upon children curled up<br />
together on mats. They remained asleep as Reed knocked with increasing vigor on the<br />
front door, rousing a sleepy housekeeper, who went to fetch Father Louis. He appeared in<br />
his bathrobe, eyes sleepy behind his tilted glasses, pink cheeks twitching.<br />
Reed explained the situation, gesturing to the groaning woman and her anxious<br />
husband. Father Louis told the housekeeper to get Doctor Philippe, and then knelt to tuck<br />
a blanket around a girl of thin bones and scraggly hair, who was restless in her dreams.<br />
"From Klungkung," the Father said, rising. "The harvest failed. Their parents<br />
were ready to sell them to a middleman."<br />
Doctor Philippe shuffled out from his room. By the light of the porch lantern the<br />
doctor briefly poked and prodded the woman and told a male nurse to take her to the<br />
clinic. "Most likely kidney stones," he said to the relieved husband.<br />
Reed declined Father Louis's offer of a room. With Rusty snoozing in the jeep's<br />
passenger seat, he drove home to Ubud and collapsed into bed for the last hour before<br />
dawn, exhausted enough to sleep until the start of eternity, but sleep wouldn't come.<br />
Images of Naniek combing her hair returned and kept him awake.<br />
With dawn birds chirping, he finally gave up, threw on a shirt and walked to the<br />
morning market. There a barber under a tree greeted him, lathered his jowls, and shaved<br />
him with a straight razor. A notorious gossip, the barber had this morning new topic of<br />
conversation. "You fell like a tree," the barber chortled. Rusty had spread the word about<br />
his mid-night faint. "A big strong American like you."<br />
After breakfast and a shower, Reed drove to the Bali Hotel, bringing along his<br />
Nikon. He'd had word from Arini that the Udayana military command had booked the<br />
function room for a seminar and luncheon. At the hotel, Reed parked on the street, as<br />
Army vehicles and MP jeeps and top brass sedans filled the hotel lot. Several souvenir<br />
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