YES, the public still remembers how Donnie was called insulting the Indonesia Muslim Defender (IMD) as a group of idiots. I remembered the television interview program that featured Donnie's lawyer, Solomon Sidabukke, and IMD Leader Imam Shahryr in 'In-Depth with Aaliyah' on the Indonesia News Channel or INC, the largest news media in Indonesia.
In-Depth with Aaliyah itself is the most famous interview program because it presents the parties involved in one case. The program itself is managed by the beautiful and intelligent host Aaliyah Situmorang.
Because of the INC's broad reach, the parties involved are often present to share their views.
“I watched Solomon and Imam Shahryr's interview on In-Depth with Aaliyah on television,” I told Donnie.
"Then you saw for yourself how that idiot walked out," said Donnie, laughing. "That's the type of fool, not wanting to lose."
Yes, at that time there was a live interview program entitled Express
ZOEY and I returned to the apartment after the record deal was over. Zoey told me, starting tomorrow she must come to the studio to record. Before we left, Donnie handed over his song file for Zoey to study. Of course, Donnie called Zoey Calliope.“Did you write your real name and address in the contract file?” I asked."Of course," Zoey replied, "I fill in according to the ID card."I nodded in understanding."Are you worried about something?" Zoey asked again.“No,” I replied, “they are professionals. Your true identity will be kept secret.”While dropping Zoey off at her apartment, my cell phone rang an incoming message. When I opened it, it was apparently from Brother Quinn – the manager of Boumerank. I wiped the phone screen and read the contents of the message from him."Next week's concert in Singapore," Quinn wrote in his message, "make sure you're ready. It was an IMPORTANT CONCERT.&r
"Yeah, that's the truth," Zoey said, "but I'm afraid to tell you.""Afraid of what?" I asked."You're angry.""Of course I'm angry," I said, "who wouldn't be mad at being ripped off like that Zoey? I already believed your sad fake story.”Zoey was silent. For a moment, I realized that I had gone too far. The Lovebird from the South story is actually no less sad."I'm sorry," I said."Forget it," Zoey replied. “Let's just have another chat. It's all because you asked about Mother Arynn."“Can you tell me more about Saltyville Village?” I asked."What's with that village?" Zoey asked back."Who knows. I feel like Saltyille is a special place,” I said. “Somehow, I feel connected to that village.”"Tell me," Zoey begged.I then share some of the events that I have experienced and know about Saltyville."I met an old man," I began, "but he's no ordinary man."
"From the results of their Chinese-Javanese marriage, three children were born," I said, "one of them, the middle child, was named Lidia Tanoto." "Who's she?" asked Zoey. "She is my mother." "What?" Zoey asked surprised. "That's not possible. You don't have the physique of a Chinese." “As I told you, my mother is half Chinese, a half Javanese. My father is Javanese. My mother married a native,” I explained. When I said that, it reminded me of my father. I feel like I haven't called him in a long time. “My father himself was not a native of Surabaya but was born in Yogyakarta, Central Java Province. He served as an Indonesian National Army personnel. My father was a captain and is currently on duty in Papua. He rarely came home, even once a year. My family was sincerely let him go to carry out his mission of the state. Keeping the peace, my father ever said. Yes, there was still indeed a separatist conflict in Papua,” I said to
The next day, I returned to campus after dropping Zoey at Donnie's Love Republic recording studio. On-campus things are still the same as before. Aisha, Amelia, and Julia ignored me. They seem to really take the party I hosted with the LGBT Gang and Kacey in the United States seriously.While waiting for class time, I drank coffee at Eugene's stall. Not long after that Mr. P and Matt come. However, there was something different about Mr. P. He looked very serious."Hi, Lang," said Mr. P and Matt."Hi too," I replied, "what's with that wrinkled face of yours?""Haven't you watched the news yet?" asked Mr. P."No," I replied.Then, Mr. P and Matt told me about an Indonesian Corruption Eradication Commission (ICEC) investigator who was injured by an unknown person.The member of the Corruption Eradication Commission is known to be one of the most persistent in exposing corruption by state officials. At the time, he was investigating the
"Lang! Langley!" call Mr. P, out loud.I suddenly woke up with blurred eyesight. When my vision began to clear, I could see Mr. P, Matt, and Brother Eugene surrounding me in a booth behind the stall."Are you all right, Lang?" asked Eugene worriedly while handing me a glass of water, “you suddenly fell unconscious in the front room. Good thing Matt caught you quickly."I turned to my loyal friend, “Thank you, Matt, thank you, Brother Eugene.”"No problem," Matt replied."I don't know," I said, "I'm suddenly dizzy and nauseous."Of course, I lied. It's impossible for me to say that I fainted because too many heavy thoughts were spinning in my head. Saltyville, Alex, Rasheed, Troy, Brody, Hendryx, Bradley, George, Indonesia Muslim Defender, Indonesia Communist Party, and so on.Not to mention my personal problems with Aisha, Amelia, Julia, Kacey, and Zoey. They each burden me even more."How long have I been unc
"Are you all right, Mom?" I asked."Oh, I'm sorry," said my mother, "I'm all right, son. I'm just tired."I nod, but I don't think she's tired.“By the way, why have you come home from campus?” my mother asked."I suddenly don't feel well," I replied. "I want to rest at home."After kissing my mother's forehead, I went into the room and lay down on the bed. I tried not to recall everything I had just experienced and learned. I get dizzy and nauseous.But I can't just rule it out. All the things that I experienced and knew kept replaying in my head. I'm fed up with all that. I have to find a way to forget everything.Politicians working with rich people evict people's land in Saltyville. Yes, they are Mayor Jamaal Alrasheed and Torstein Schielhort. Jamaal is the eldest son of Abdul Rasheed. Jamal is also the older brother of Aisha and Zidan.Then there are three mafia bosses who are connected to the village trying to
I took out my cell phone and immediately called someone who had previously been imprisoned for being involved in the underground world. Uniquely, after serving his sentence or being released from prison, he even became a manager of a five-star hotel. It's so easy for him to get a job.“Hello Brother Eric,” I said.“Hello, superstar,” replied Brother Eric, “how are you? There must be something you need that you should call me.”"Bingo!" I replied, "can we meet?""Come over to the hotel," Eric replied.As a reminder, Brother Eric is actually a member of the famous pop band from Surabaya, Erpid 19th. This guy used to be famous as a drug dealer and celebrity pimp. He can provide all kinds of drugs. In addition, he has a long list of celebrity names who can be invited to a one night stand by paying a certain fee.One day, he and former 19th Erpid vocalist decided to stop using drugs. They follow a drug ad
"What?" asked Brother Eric."I need marijuana," I repeated.“Yes, I heard you say that,” said Eric, “I'm sorry for being surprised. But this is the first time I've heard such a request from you. I never heard of you using drugs before. I thought you just like alcohol.""I'm a trustworthy person," I said."Why do you use marijuana?" asked Eric.“I have a problem with headaches,” I replied.“A headache is the same as a serious problem. That's right?" said Eric, “I can also guess that you have a stomach ache too.”"That's right," I replied.Eric then opened his desk drawer. He seemed to be picking up something like a cigarette. I know what it is. Then Eric turned it on, inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly. His distinctive aroma immediately burst into the workspace."This is what you need, isn't it?" said Eric as he handed me the cigarette."That's right," I replied. "Tur