Novel & Cerita Indonesian Last Names

Syila sneered, “Just add Abang at once, so you become a motorcycle taxi driver which called 'Ojek'. Abang Ojek.” Jake immediately quickened his pace so they could walk together, his head lowered slightly so his lips were level with Syila's ear, who was standing next to him. “Dare to say that again, and be prepared if I torture you, Syil.” Syila turned her head towards Jake who she believed was staring at her intently. “So, what should I call you? Jaguar? Jagung bakar?” That's mean roasted corn in Indonesian. Syila flinched when she felt Jake's arms wrap around her waist. “You're so loud, aren't you? How dare you give me such a strange nickname?”

There is one mystery, why Dan Iswara can be called Dadang by all students in the new Alsava High School. Initially, Nadira, a chatty but kind-hearted Alsava classmate, said that the origin was because Mr. Dan's nickname was rather ambiguous. Many students complain that the name 'Dan' is difficult to distinguish from 'Dan' as a conjugate word in Indonesian language. As a result of some children's pranks, they called Sir Dan as Sir Dadang.

I asked, staring at him. “We are rich, love.” He replied. “We?” “Yeah. It’s Wayne Industries and last I checked, your last name is still Wayne.” Enzo said, looking directly into my eyes. I stayed quiet because I wasn’t sure how to respond, or maybe I was just shocked. The flight attendant, because of course there was a flight attendant, offered us champagne. "It's 3 PM," I said. "It's 5 o'clock somewhere," Enzo said, accepting a glass.

Since then, the Indonesian name of Chinese descent began to emerge. Even now, there were still very few original Chinese descent names on the residence identification card. Ben also chose to keep using the Indonesian identity for his five children. One of them was Amelia Limantoro. I did not know what was on Ben's mind when he heard that the Mr. Soeharto era was better than today. Maybe because of that, Ben just kept smiling. But that was how his personality is. Ben did not say much. The day was approaching evening. We joked at each other. Then, from a distance, a thin old man walked in a half-bent. He wore a worn political party T-shirt and dark boxer shorts.