THUNDERBOLTS

chapter 10

In the afternoon, I immediately went to Jalan Cikapundung, bought used interior magazines and began to organize

rework our house. The entire wall and ceiling are re-painted. Ka-tiles

the gray noodles I rub with coconut pulp mixed with carbon powder until it returns dark and shiny. Buys

a few strands of rugs and a set of simple rattan sofas. Shop to Jalan Alkateri, then replace our dull curtains with new ones. Pouring potted plants and

keep it in the yard until it's lush. Cannibalizing dozens of calendars of various years that for no apparent reason always put on display Dedi. Justifying our family photos

which is not much and never installed with symmetry. Replacing the TL lights that make our house look like a roadside stall because it is installed in

vertical on the wall. Now I use a light that shines yellowish, buy some sitting lights, and for the first time our house looks like.

My fridge is now one, but not broken. Besides, I only kept a 21-inch television that I put in the living room, I turned it on once in a while

because I'm still sick of electronics. I want to enjoy the emptiness.

"Etra," said Watti again one day, "okay you've cleaned the house, but what? Your college was over half a year ago, but you never looked for the right job. You want to open your own business, what?"

The sentence was greeted with an empty pause. A sign I was thinking of an answer or a trick.

"Open business? Would want! Why not?" I reply steady

It's trickery. I just don't want him to match me with his friend Kang Atam's co-founder who most likely

also will be recruited Freeport, then we all flocked to Tembagapura, just to accompany

Watti chose the color of the thread and counted the boxes of the crystal pattern. Sorry-sorry. I also don't want him to corner me because I'm an unemployed scholar, I don't have any

boyfriend, and never seemed to have any talent other than my ability to sleep from noon until noon again.

I never felt I had business talent, that said

even though our family of pure Chinese descent has been a trader since it was still in the womb.

Watti once confirmed my doubts. One day he brought evidence that we still had his Sundanese blood. I don't know what generation, but there are, he said

be certain. I thought she was just an inferiority complex about getting married to Kang Atam who is also yellow

like the Chinese, but he said the Sundanese were native. And, Watti was as if trying to prove that they were not too different. I don't like that. Why not Kang Atam

prove yourself that it turns out grandma mo-that

who is also of Chinese descent? So that yellow skin and narrow eyes have more obvious causes of musabab? Na-nah

mun, never mind, Watti might be right. We are only China “aspal” because the proof of my business career always run aground.

My first career was to be the legs of a aunt who was also the legs of a young man who might also still be the legs of the X, which is actually

it's not too much of a problem because we're all one brother in a multi-level company. However, after failing to net the legs for myself, I decided to

amputating my career there.

My next career was started by a woman my age

which no rain no wind know invite to chat in the supermarket. He attentively chose sweet fragrant mango from the fruit shelf, very

friendly, to the point of offering me all the work. Go to her house, my new best friend. The living room is empty, there are a lot of dus piles here and there. Pe

Over time his friendly tone began to change. He seems focused, every word has a purpose. He took out a blank piece of paper, then scrawled the pictures of the pyramids. This time it's a downline. Cooler, indeed. Enough to block

watti's mouth for a while. He was always crazy about the term

The british.

Shortly thereafter, I began peddling medicinal products, dietary supplements, sometimes cosmetics. It's ba-

nyak example of success, in one year maybe I can get KKSM. Motorcycle Ownership Credit. Add four years, who knows I can get KKMM and KKRM. Luxury cars, luxury homes. And, I'm still under 30! Ha-ha-ha. Watti can pee at first, it's good. There are two people who can

kujaring. Yayah and Mimin. The first is my own former maid, the second my former neighbor's maid.

But after that, I can't grow anymore. Finally, I handed over my tiny pyramid to them. I

capitulated. Since then I've been poking hard: Etra, multilevel doesn't suit you. And, please, stay away from

pyramid, legs, downline.

One day I realized that Jayah and Mimin were almost never seen. They were constantly hanging out at the distributor's office, busy to and fro, until arriving at one point of departure. They become successful career women, go to their masters, then fire

self as a maid. Last week I met with Yamah, riding a Chinese motorcycle that was still slimy, his lips were covered with blood red lipstick, waving gracefully to him

the one just came down from Angkot. My former domine. Apparently he managed to get KKSM.

My entire ability feels it's been drained. But I am not desperate. While Warti was busy with his madness about Tembagapura, I continued to explore dung-tung

the theory of trade genetics. Who knows? Real China or fake China, which obviously Elektra is not easy to give up. Isn't that what is said to be the secret of our race's success?

Subtile. Persistent. Assiduous. Go, Elektra! Keep moving! I still have the ultimate style. Nuclear weapons. Tenkuken Ball, in the Voltus series. Sunshine Shots, if at Wiro

Slabber. This is my style, Eleanor Gempar Nusantara! My first partner candidate was named Ms. Siska, a leftover clothing agent

exports that instantly fell in love with our home. "It's the perfect location" he said beaming. He seemed to have seen his money around every corner. "We

will open a baby and child's clothing store, Dik Etra. That's the most profitable option for now, you know," he said again excited.

He used the word "we".The most delicious consumers to be highlighted are pregnant women, not to mention if shopping with their mother or father-in-law,

well, it can be all bought." His eyes gnawed (money - money!).

I shut up and imagined. I don't know why, I don't like the idea. I've never been a mother, but it's unfair to attack the weak spot of the maternal instinct that neighbors are familiar with the extravagance instinct. Is not a child

need ASI and managed? Siska's mother I never called again.

The next candidate was more convincing. Coming in with a red BMW, the man didn't say much. He was accompanied by his assistant who was busy asking me questions.

Mr. Hendrawan's name. The most impressive thing about him was that he was able to continue talking with his mouth laughing.

I watched him carefully, afraid he was offended The size of his mouth was indeed extra wide. If it's a swimming pool, it's the Olympic standard. The Boss just left-right lyrics, open-room, top-down lyrics. Walk with your hands in the back

waist, last he turned, looked at Mr. Hendrawan, then nodded slightly

"We'll make a very interesting offer" Hendrawan quickly said. While I

still admiring the passphrases of both of them."How much does this house contract cost a year?"