"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
"Are you sure?" I asked. "Maybe you don't know the truth about Brody.""Who knows. But I'm pretty sure I'm safe. The proof, so far, I'm fine, " said Eric."I hope it stays that way," I responded."Relax, Bro. Why are you worrying about me like that," Eric said."Because there's a story you don't seem to hear about Brody," I said."And what story is that?" asked Eric.Yes, I thought, there is a past story that Brother Eric doesn't know. Previously, I had heard scary stories about two figures who are now big mafia bosses in Surabaya and Jakarta, Uncle Brody and Uncle Troy. And they are both former subordinates of my grandfather, Bradley Tanoto."So, I heard this story from three different people. And they told the same thing about Brody. That means this story is probably the fact,” I began.“The first story I heard from Cameron and Ratty was after my house was attacked by two unknown people. The same story I heard fro
After finishing taking care of all the needs of Gabriella's arrival to Surabaya, I said goodbye to Brother Eric. I thanked him and told him I had an appointment elsewhere. Of course, I didn't say who I promised."Is by helping you I have become your inner circle?" asked Eric."I think so," I replied."Wow, that's cool," Eric responded, "I'll try to help as much as I can."“Thanks, Eric,” I said, “you are a reliable ally. Now, I have another appointment elsewhere.”"Okay. Good luck to you," said Eric.After meeting with Eric, I immediately went to Donnie's recording studio. There, of course, I picked up Zoey. And coincidentally, the recording process had just finished."Langley!" said Donnie, who was walking with Zoey, “Calliope is really amazing. This way, we can advance the schedule earlier. We will adjust promotions, introductions, concert schedules, and so on."I saw Zoey smiling happily.
"What a wonderful story," said Calliope."Yes. And you won't find his name in school textbooks," Donnie added.There was no mistaking it. It was the same story that Emmerich – my father - told."Didn't he disappear after the 1998 riot incident? At that time, President Suharto had to resign from his position," I replied.Donnie was surprised at my words, “How did you know about that?”"Actually, Bradley Tanoto is my grandfather," I replied."Impossible!""Yeah," Zoey said, "you never told me that.""It's not something you can tell anyone," I said.“I idolized someone, and now I'm sitting with his grandson,” said Donnie, “It's amazing. We should have another drink."We toasted for the umpteenth time. I don't care if I'm drunk or not. All the things that weigh me down I have to let go."Okay. Back to Bradley. You're saying he disappeared during the 1998 riots?" Donnie asked.
After chatting a lot with Donnie, I drove Zoey aka Calliope back to his secret apartment. Throughout the trip, Zoey kept expressing her admiration for me. Zoey is amazed to learn that I am a descendant of a hero.In fact, Donnie is not the only one who idolizes my grandfather. So am I. I want to be a liberator like Bradley.After dropping Zoey back at her apartment. I returned home to Certajava. I suddenly remembered the members of the band Ryg's – my band before The Boumerank. It seemed interesting chatting with them.I then took out my cell phone and called Big K. After small talk, I asked what they were doing and where."Where are you?" I asked.“In Inferno, Bro,” Big K replied."What are you guys doing there?" I asked.“Practice,” Big K replied."I'm heading there," I said."We'll be waiting for you," Big K replied.I crossed Dharma Hoover's busy road as usual. Understandably, apa
The smell of alcohol wafted from their mouths. No wonder they walk sideways!This is the first time I'm not recognized. But, I personally have a feeling of hesitation.Then, one of them approached us. He asked about the new song and the schedule for our next gig. He's confident as if he's acting self-assured. So friendly that we all raised an eyebrow. Who is this long-haired young man with pierced ears and nose?"Senior. May we ask for a cigarette?" asked the punk boy.How dare he ask for a cigarette! Ah, it's probably because of the effect of the bold drug on his brain. The giant man gave him one. He was then grateful as if he had just received an autograph from a celebrity."What's your band name?" asked the table beater."Disaster," he answered.A very unique punk band name."What's your name?""Irwin," he introduced himself,It didn't take us long to adapt to the equipment in Studio Inferno. You see, we often