Hammersmith Servants

Indriati Garardina

Until there Amanda herself has not heard. Phantom himself is in danger. While they are busy with purpose, America, the leadership downturn is just around the corner. That's Eve's story. The circumstances of the day were very much on standby, all burning with the demands of the people, their pseudo-liberties hated and maki; liberte en imperialis, in fact, had taken possession of his country. Once again Eve. As many as dozens of newspapers have been stopped, October-November all stripped of their rights. Even they do not know whether to know wrong, themselves imprisoned, until now have not yet known where. Some news agencies have been hit by a rampage, some news agencies reported massive losses. Rakjat Daily, Warta Bhakti, Perpetual Daily, Most destroyed Masjarakat trumpet; timoer Star.

Calls of burning due to the red group, the people of the red revolution never returned, disposed of secretly even the bodies were scattered along the big cities to the interior. Not until there, the president should be protected, go awry in action and should how? His voice is no longer heard. His voice stayed the cheers of the descent of the great man from the stage of life. No one knows what kind of approach the woman is taking, the president does not know her closely, they are just a pair of foreign humans mutually prosecuted circumstances, her people and her people.

Cecil is secretly reading Eve's living dictionary. Maybe the girls are here, Cindy? Readylagi? Foreign women are always showing themselves everywhere. The President also seems to have known for life, even though both are just columnists serving his people. An extraordinary human being. Many suspect him now. No one knows, it's not entirely his fault.

Amanda without Cecil knows peeking. “You stole it?”

“Gosh, certainly not Manda.”

“Daily is private. Only readable by the owner.”

“Eve is so good. There's no mistake we take a little of hers.”

“Where is the woman?”

“By not at home.” Cecil put the red cover book under the hood of the tableau.

“Cil, yesterday Indri invited me, he said we can play there.”

“Who is Indri?”

“Indriati, cuisine have you forgotten? The great woman, who often comes to the palace, said she likes to have an important message to the president. They are acquaintances, even among other artists, Indri most dare to stare and laugh with the president.”

“It's definitely his mistress.”

“Ih! You're so cynical.” Amanda was vehemently upset.

“Good, maybe we can take a description there, but my mother has not wanted to see.”

“What's that about? Its simple. After the day after tomorrow we go back there, home of the group of students.”

“Your id can too. Now or later? You want to meet your girlfriend, right?” Cecil stood chewing the fried beans.

“Serah!” Amanda got up into her room.

Cecil tingled his stomach. The woman plucks the dictionary of Eve's life.

Andong glided to escort them to the spacious grounds.

“Bulkah?” Cecil jumped down from the coachman's ride.

“Not wrong, the address is correct, Kebayoran long block M.”

They thought Indriati was a rich artist and the house was nice. Actuallyno. The house is so simple or even ordinary. The porch is only one with the left right row rattan rice. The building was silent due to the surrounding spruce gardens. Around the birds chirping, around them pine trees, catapults, frangipani, all shady and big still greenish.

“Yes God, Amanda?” The people welcome them. Wide smile. Closing both windows as big as a door. “Wind later, we chat inside, out hot because.”

Cecil stupefied and looked at the press. There are two carved Jepara cabinets. One ornamental plate, one portrait of Alice and Boy about each other, pottery and prastica furniture, one phonograph extinguished in the corner of the room. A radio output by Prodak Japan. A painting of French etiquette.

“Please enjoy as is.”

Indriati put ficelle, bougette, bitter-balen, janhagel and one teapot sweet.

“No need to bother, we just happen to play.”

“O, I don't know you yet, who?” his eyes looked at Cecil's grin.

“I spoke in front of you yesterday. I stand next to the president.”

“For God's sake have forgotten your face.”

Amanda smilingly held her shoulders.

“Now still often play to the beach? To my knowledge, you love water skiing.”

“It used to be. Now no. Besides the child already has, you know I'm a housewife now, we're busy taking care of diapers until the baby needs.”

“I until save much potomu.” Amanda pulled her portepel bag. Attractive portrait of Indriati smile in kebaya silk and paddled clothes.

“Indeed it's all been a while. Our family has their own business.”

“But, you go to the presidential palace often, right?”

“Inright. Truth just mess around.”

“What do you know from there?”

“Know they don't care.” Indriati once again mesam-mesem.

“We love your house Indri. Where is your husband or son?” Cecil threw his eyes everywhere.

“They're at my in-laws' house. Manda, you yourself like to read books?”

“Not like anymore. Sink in it.”

“I know a lot you don't yet know. Hence, often come here, not much fun without you.”

“Are the newspapers active now?”

“O, certainly a lot, not a lot either. Some are closed, some keep writing. Would you like to read one?”

“Very happy, very happy.” Amanda felt this pleasantries so much fun. Cecil himself was isolated while looking down.

“Maybe you mean this.” Indri put a dozen newspapers are not used.

The two of them pierced through the evidence one after another. It is like this; without the support of the peasantry it is impossible for homefronts to be strengthened.

“On that,” Indriati explains. Take a newspaper. “Do not take it seriously. Occasionally circumstances should be considered a joke only.”

“Why?” Amanda sat closer.

“Now it's nobody's fault. These people just blame each other. None of them can afford to allow.”

“Governor Djakarta Raya, in the speech of the BTI Food Conference, called for increasing food to destroy Malaysia, in fact, farmers are not as low as the jahiliah farmers. They have broad support of the separatists, that is; the magnitude of the power of Dwikora must be large also food production. The governor stated, without the peasants impossible landreform can be successful, they really support the farmers Djakarta advanced, for the rest of one year, the governor requested a large contribution to the success of agricultural reform, well, well, the help they can only get with farmers and BTI organizations. Just to fulfill their wishes, their motto of Land for the Farmers, the idea and the call for incentives, most of the peasants must welcome the invitation. They must double food production.” Cecil read blatantly.

Indriati tracked the woman's attention. “Indeed, yesterday December 10th one year, we ourselves felt the peasant lack of fields, all residents may not be Djakarta alone, they lost their livelihood, it is easy to return to repeated malaise. As well as work efforts, the improvement of food shortages as a whole, not only that. The difficulties of farmers last year have not been the distribution, transportation, democracy of the village government, the use of Ciliwung suburban waste for crop dusting. In addition, the other party urged the central leadership to pay attention to textiles and materials easily marketed.”

“But that's not it, you may just know; back then Dwikora continued to oppose necolim, all forms of neo-colonialism, they were slashed with weapons, not only that Malaysia had British and American support, he said, only I do not understand, how is it possible; it is better to die with the imperialists than to live under the imperialist feet?” Indriati held back by the bahak for a moment.

“No weird motto it.” Amanda smears a straight line into the Indriati speech arrangement. Swipe the red marker, circling some of the writing back.

“Saking exclamation me to forget, they also made GERMET, the movement of the rats, led by Commander Njono, his deputy Hartoyo SW, as well as BTI they asked the governor to support.”

Indriati chuckled while laughing. “Good. Manda, by the way, what class of students are you?”

“We ourselves are just small reporters. Looking for news just for lunch, it's like.” now Cecil replied.

“Soed journalists? You better be careful. The nation is not okay. It is possible, all of you yourself may have heard or already know; the September movement has completely cut off Dwikora, as well as shut down the landreform, the influence of the reform we felt very little. Some are just weapons, fighting and fighting until the consequences now, they are only legal, we ourselves do not support the anti-necolim, we believe the imperialists are not as bad as the baroque era, say the londo godong era. Now the focus of all of us is just to go downstream, let the era take where the people are, while not involved, relatives are in the hands of safety.”

“Thanks Indri.” Cecil answered. “We disagree with you ourselves. Now that America is on a roll in any country, just look at how long the president can sleep tonight. The necolim movement did I agree, but not all of it. You know that too, don't you? The prodak world is now almost a foreign power. The prodak of the world now does not belong to the peasantry. Maybe the landreform movement is just a trigger time bomb, now the bomb has burned half of Java.”

“I understand once.” Indriati opened a line of newspapers. “Not much I can say. Surely, the total renewal for the peasantry, the owners of capital do not like it, they have their own way, you have heard Bloody September? That's the hard line of capital. They smear the homefront, hurt anyone not approve.”

“Who are those people?” Amanda crossed the red line into a row of newspaper words.

“They have a strong body, a large commission of nations have I said, especially if not England or America?”

“News only.” Cecil asked for menthol. Smoking with Cecil. “We actually have another wish. Merely instead of sitting next to the president, further looking for who turned his own grave.”

“I understand,” Indriati soaring huge smoke out mouth. One index finger plucking. Out these words; “you mean, someone was trying to get close to the president, definitely not that flirtatious columnist, that woman was too good for a thief. Maybe not much I know. Know, last visit yesterday, the condition of the bung is getting older.”

“He already knows; there is no dislike of his old idea, man once protested when the United Nations, against America as a new capitalist country.” Amanda reinforces.

“Well, Manda, Cil, don't talk to anyone, I say this because you're my best friend, others don't. Enough you know yourself. As much as Risjwijk visits, they just want to know the condition, man, they themselves do not care not like many people say; man has western support. In fact it does not, man has no power whatsoever, Supersemar has taken it, it makes no difference Pandhita Ratu's Word, any lawsuit can not turn off the magic letter. Yesterday man was better. Just not saying much, Cindy kept urging him, a cameraman came, the documentation was just the last picture man, his face was calm but his feelings, maybe I can trust this nation to that person? It's unclear who that means. Surely, the meeting of important people, they were waiting for the man to leave the palace, no one knew exactly, I happened to see two European men. They're French, they don't seem to be there. They're emissaries of financial institutions, I don't know what the business is. Maybe debt or help? If help from where to pay it off.”

“No I count how many foreigners. It's like they have no purpose. Sitting talking things don't have to be answered, a thing until when is this dude? Until when the people should hear you.”

“Your testimony is more than enough.” Cecil stood up for permission, bringing some papers to study.

“Bring it. There are a lot of books we didn't finish. Especially newspapers? But make no mistake. We are as you say. Condemn the one who burned the book.”

“Your homeland is so fluent.” Amanda.

Indriati nodded in reverence. Carry on. “You are also Dutch? Just like me.”

“O, one afternoon, fast once.” Indriati muttered staring at the golden pendule in the middle room. “You eat first. Don't rush.”

They are no longer angry. All the dishes are actually so delicious, chicken and roast sambal, kecap dan fish grilled. Cecil was satisfied, his stomach was no longer a low rumble, the pleasure of roasting is not an inch, the length of pleasure really makes addictive to the extent that it belongs to Amanda. He spent it too. Amanda blurts, stomps Cecil's shoes. Indriati entertained laugh.

“What is the view of the man in your eyes?” Amanda's been sitting next to Indriati.

“A friendly, great and affectionate person, he invites children, invites to play and not an angry, patient and sociable person. It's hard to explain. The person is good, the person is understanding. One more, resolute and charismatic. I myself have an opinion, man strong people even though many like to see it fall, I myself do not like them, to be honest it is impossible this country has a leader like a man. There might be. Or maybe another hundred years.”

Cecil with Amanda. They're busy flirting with each other. “What I said, the woman must know something.”

“The language of the people is now so strange.”

“Maclum only. Now you know them. Surely it's your grandmother or your own mother.”

“Eve?” Cecil hurriedly fled past Megaria, Citadel Fort to the grounds.

The house hasn't been lit. It means there is no human in it. They went in and laid themselves on the couch. Amanda turned on the telesonic radio, boredo broadcasts rang, and so on the air drama Storm in Heaven Delsy's care radio. Cecil dropped a piece of newspaper, his two hands clenched in motion, his eyes pierced through every sound of broadcasts, almost an hour into the newspaper. Amanda's taking a shower, dressing up against the table. “Have you found?”

“Lucky already.” Cecil flossed the canned drink. Drink then pacing around like a huffed bear in a cage. “Know who? Know?”

“Do not be curious!” Amanda squealing.

“Henk,” newspaper retrieved Amanda. His greatness gaped at the copy of the woman.

“Who takes care of his perverted store?”

“Indeed not night market but night entertainment.”

“It takes one hour to get there.” Cecil put the transmitter to the whole harini radio point. Sinoscope retrieved. “I happen to want to buy one or two self-service clothes, just curious about what size my mother clothes fit, oh my goodness! Why don't we buy Letty some clothes? Who knows his heart is soft.”

“I agree-agree only. The money? Who?”

“You first, come on now you need to cook you so, ayoh yeah!”

Amanda took out her linen wallet, thrusting five hundred thousand. “We can buy one store for all its people.”

“You are, ah, you should wear nice clothes, we want to plesiran dear, yuhu!” Cecil took a shower and then took a shower.

Blue bird car rolled out to reach Thamrin Street.

One self-service stood defiantly in the middle of a silent and desolate building oppressing the heart. Cecil stepped in with Amanda. The view of the store is complete, Henk Nangung one year old, now it is soaring complete with clothes shops, springveren matras, bread food in glass and simple restaurants, furniture-bedlight furniture, and, study tables and even book libraries. It's all so what it is, it's all so innocent as a newborn. Cecil looked at the shelves of the newspapers. There is hardly any necolim. All the pleasantries of the fate of the harini nation; the Imprealists are becoming more and more real and consuming the land. The more titles the closer it gets; the press is completely unsterilized. There's a guy backstage. Amanda. Cecil approached. Two women were buying toddler clothes. The one's cuddling the frisky jabang. One nagged for some reason. Cecil jumped to listen to them;

“So soon, the woman knows, her mother is not one of us, you know? You should pretend to admit he's your son.”

“I don't have the heart. Which woman would let her daughter do that? I don't know what kind of woman Elissah hurts her own seed.”

Amanda pulls Cecil's waist. They took off, set off with newspaper cladding, carrying exactly the street women. The two talked to each other boisterously low to the face of the night entertainment. “The person is inside, just log in.”

Amanda nodded in glasses. Cecil followed for example. Amanda's gushing her air great.

Both are getting more confused. The puppet is underway, the gamelan with red velvet cloth has been opened to the hammer, the gong is sounded, the incense of the three firefly dancers appear, the next pendet dance, the plate dance and the candle dance. The astonishment is not over. Cecil thinks nightclubs are like his shadow, alcohol shows and ladys night, in fact they are mistaken for entertainment dens. “No we are not wrong. Enjoy it already.” Amanda clenched Cecil's hip sitting into the corner.

Not long out the waiter came to them. Cecil order cognac. “We don't have so non.”

“Ah, suck, there should be, customer satisfaction should be able, we are satisfied if there is beer or wodka.”

“There's no miss already arrived. Please pay if you want to go home.”

Amanda had a great laugh watching that. Cecil wrathfully squeezed his hand.

“Henk can't be here. How about going to his house?”

“So risky. No, don't. I have an idea.”

They invited more guests with belly dance, a pair of women dancing voluptuous, a pair of her eyes winking, the curves of her body twinkling let alone her hips, a touch of oriental evokes extraordinary desires. Occasionally Cecil shook his hips so hot and smoldering, while his sister moved his hips even more. No doubt the people they're looking for. The mustachioed man was admiring the agility of the woman's buttocks.

Cecil pulled Amanda's back, the instant their bodies exploded with smoke, disappearing all of a sudden, all the compact cheers watching it. One room was immediately dim like a black magic show with a black-robed woman, the woman cast a spell, all drowsed, the sound of Cecil singing attacked the visitors until it melted into the bowels of the earth.

Surprisingly, one man did not sleep. It was just floundering, astonished, almost run away the man was confronted Amanda to the turnstile. Cecil floated down to the top of the bartender. The guy peed in his pants.

“You are Martono?” Cecil smokes in front of the car dashboard.

“Who are you! Satan!”

“We just want to know, you have five times come to Henk Nangung project, you must know, the president is threatened, impossible if not.”

“For that talk to the general council. They know better, can you get from a guy like me?”

“You mean we're the red group?”

“Everyone? Except not the defender of the president.”

“Bung is not wrong, you are wrong!” Cecil shoved the butts into Martono's ears. “Consider the wound. Consider it an honor to meet us.”

“Who are you! Who!”

“Freely you are an ancient person, it is impossible for people to believe us, so let's just say, your role has meaning during the time with Henk? Answer!” Cecil raised his voice.

“I tell you, man you mean, it already has enemies, you know America? They never liked you, let alone Kennedy. Both must be exhausted. Both are capital-eating bacteria. Foreigners will not dare to touch the mining, take Freeport, they are slow just a little bit bung can clean the imperialist germs.”

“The brighter, the clearer.” Cecil's wicked smile. “We don't believe it just like that.”

“Martono is not actually the name.” Amanda.

“You guys are careful. There is no other way, another week many European visits, one of them is not impossible to seize the museum heirloom, you guys prove the man deserves to be defended, I have no business taking care of crazy virgins.”

“I've guessed, you might know, who they are.”

“Today I saw your face in the paper. You're not a European woman, you're a Jew. You're one of their daughters?”

“Who are they?” Amanda grazed into their midst.

“English people, settled in London.”

“No need to explain I know who.” Cecil sucked the butts, oppressing them all to Martono's cheeks.

“Satan! Your cigarette kills me!”

“I realize you're an important person, Tono. You should be dead, too, Njoto you should be following, you yourself know a lot of Bloody September right? Victim's friendship? Is not the communist just one symbol? They are wrong, but the trigger is still safe, not you only know, maybe the general of the savior knows only; the capital is behind Bloody September.”

“Civilized, you know too far, tomorrow you guys wait, we will first enter the palace.”

“We play clean, look at the twelve needles, you or I finish you off.” Cecil kills cigars by eating them.

Martono glanced with a great shiver. Amanda keeps chewing the fries.

“Come home, we have no more business, you're basically baiting us Martono. You sold yourself for your death.” Cecil lets Martono escape, the man escapes across the settlement of Cibarusa, and then out of nowhere.

Cecil walked straight to the edge of the bridge. Laying hands, looking down at the silent traffic as cold as his heart.

“I've guessed, that family so far.” Amanda stood beside Cecil. Cecil rubbed his crest, clutched the bridge, shouted as loud as possible, his voice woke up a line of police curfews. They stopped for a moment. Embarrassed to enter the large housing.

“Can we prevent?”

“Quiet Cil, calm down, believe me I said, your era will probably be better than this era, everything is handed to you or to me, we are working to finish deeper, the trough of capital owners is difficult to penetrate, the capital trough, they really are demons under the surface hopefully they do not know; gelagat Martono deliberately leaked, he was aware of his soul as a ransom, all can now be caught, those who just so carcasses no less stolen, he was aware of his soul as a ransom, I mean a big man who sacrificed thousands of lives. The French Revolution has not been comparable, the benchmark of this era must be able to break the sheepfight, the time of Louis XVI is not the current view, too primitive a modern and sane society so easy to finish, burn, and burn, even kill. America is trying hard to control us. Which group are you in?”

“I?” Cecil grimaced temporarily. “I Dvorak. Obviously all my victims are capitalists. Actually I could have come back. Heidy always refuses, you want to eat dirty money for the rest of your life? It is often so. Yes, it is true that they have a blood relation with me, perhaps you work for the family of the world, as I do, conscience, compassion, compassion, benevolence all must be fully paid for; money ate all of that up. You yourself know, none of them state parties, they can blow hostility anytime and anywhere, that's where more and more capital promises.”

“Soal Elissah?”

“Besok morning, we buy clothes, I'm sorry Manda, you don't have to be this because of my selfishness.”

“No need to worry. You drive me, just use my money, don't leave if you're not a coward, a human bastard likes it for the same bastard as himself.”

“Surely it won't do. Want to fly?” Cecil stretched out his wings, his brother was originally dumbstruck. Amanda suppressed her doubts. Cecil passed by amazingly far in a relaxed motion, Amanda withstanding the air pressure, they shrank the smaller it entered Eve's bedroom window.

The noise of the roar, the electrical button contours lit up, showing Cecil in Amanda's care, while Eve was stunned and twisted. All of Cecil's hair was white.

The woman was standing burning all her hair. Eve gelumpruk fainted at the front door. Amanda was aware of Eve. Cecil ....

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