THUNDERBOLTS

chapter 8

Meanwhile, if I look around, waist circumference and

my hips aren't much different. My chest popped up. Wanted

how's my future, try it?

Mommy died of appendicitis. The appendix broke

before being treated by a doctor. He is the most regretful of all. He made up for it by living a celibate life for the rest of his life. In silence. I'd like to meet

Mommy because I thought our lives would be more fun. Dedi can talk more, Watti will be quieter, and I? I could get more out of my head that

frowsy. I also wanted to meet Mami so that we could mirror both, looking for my resemblance to her pretty face.

Really am. I don't feel so bad, but so unkempt. That's the right expression.

Noted since my brother dated Anggatama Subagja, whom he called Kang Atam, a doctor graduated from Padjadjaran University who now works in Freeport with a beautiful uniform-furnished office house in Tembagapura City, Watti

also advising me every day. At every

occasion. "Etra," he said, "we just sell Dedi's house." Our big house without taste was assessed until em-em-an. The location is strategic, near the house

an general. Not many old Chinese people live in this area, except for a few new rich people who then remodel their Dutch homes into miniature mall buildings. Word

Dedi, we're Chinese-derived fighters. When the Dutch set foot, confidently and valiantly they claimed the abandoned houses. Down-and-fetch

run, our family occupies this house. One of the company's heritage houses that have names, such as Vincent, Anthony, Heidi, Lcony, and so on. The mystery that has not

I can break it until now. On what basis were the houses named, whose name was used? Name

alone, mother, father, boyfriend, son, or who?

Our house name is Eleanor. Whoever it was. Three-quarters of the buildings are still original Dutch architecture. Darling

a thousand darling, Eleanor's beauty is covered in weathered and mold, and still marred again by a quarter of her

randomly constructed from triplex and asbestos materials. Dedi emergency rooms for a variety of purposes: warehouses, employee rooms, ping pong tables. "The money that Dedi left behind, right, isn't much. What do you wear it for? If I was, anyway, there was Kang Atam, Watti said. Try not to sound proud. If it had been sneaky, I would have cheered. Watti is a fairyland product woman who when the end. Meanwhile, if I look around, my waist and hip circumference are not much different. My chest is raised scada-sanya. Wanted

how's my future, try it?

Let's die of appendicitis. The appendix ruptured before the doctor could treat it. He is the most regretful of all. He made up for it by living a celibate life for the rest of his life. In silence. I wanted to see Mami because I thought our lives would be more fun.

Dedi can talk more, Watti will be quieter, and I? I can get more out of my stuffy head. I also wanted to meet Mami so that we could mirror both, looking for my resemblance to her pretty face. Really am. I don't feel so bad, but so unkempt. That's the right expression.

Noted since my brother dated Anggatama Subagja, whom he called Kang Atam, a doctor graduated from Padjadjaran University who now works in Freeport with

a beautiful uniform-furnished official house in Tembagapura City, Watti advised me every day. At every opportunity. "Etra," he said, "we just sell Dedi's house."

Our big house without taste was assessed until em-em-an. The location is strategic, near the house"Yes, do not know. Anyway Watti's been praying," replied

Watti's a little upset. Not ready for Dedi's response.

I'm stunned. Not ready either. "Hmmm," I muttered. Superhonest version: take my brother to the end of the world. Give us a lot of money. Or, make me wrong

one heir to the Subagja family estate. Oh, yeah, put Watti on my leg who hasn't taken off my socks. Dedi what the fuck, anyway?" sahut Watti's. "Si Etra why is it asked?"

"Lha, you? Want to change religion permit to Dedi. Yeah, now Dedi just ask Etra."

"Ded, anyway for a wedding party of all sorts, Dedi don't come out for any money. Don't bother either. Know

just fine. Come and greetings" I said at last Dedi nodded. "good. So what else, huh?" tanyakanya.

I'm starting to get excited about this question. "Keep, the dowry's expensive, Ded. Watti, right, is beautiful, so it must be bought at a high price," I said with a cry. Watti's kulirik is a bit blushed. Since when did my sister praise, maybe so she thought. He still didn't realize how funny this was. This marriage sounds like a trade. Watti as a sale item must be redeemed at the highest price.Later before being taken away, it must be wiped-lap, cleaned-ber

shkan, plugged into the salon to pick up the bridal package scrub. More than that, they also have to equalize the voltage first. Watti should be step up from 110

V to 220 V. From "Sunday" to "Friday", so people term it. Otherwise, short circuit,

"Are you really ready, Watt?" Dedi asked once again."God willing, Ded."

Me and Dedi look at the view. Watti was really ready apparently

A few days later, Watti was regularly picked up by Mercy Tiger. Before leaving, he wore a veil of thin cloth.

"Well?" my many. "Learn to teach." replied Watti, "cursed with Mama Atam."

On top of the mirror of his room, a copy of a photo paper was attached, with a sketch of a man in a glove and a scowl

fill it in numbered boxes. Prayer movement. Wattimen memorization is like practicing gymnastics. Wear the count one, please,

du, three, four, five, five, seven, whatever." And, I thought, why not six, but "five" is called twice.?

The prayer movement is the most vital, he said. If prayer can still be lipsync, but if the wrong movement will be embarrassing. To wudu, Watti also created his own rote formula made in a happy humming format: bismillah – hand rubs - kumuuur - nose suction-suck face washed – left-right arm - hair-but-but - ear rubs - nape-nape - left-right leg....

I rarely hum. Make it a soundtrack if again in the bathroom. However, once I found Watti crying in the room. As much as he did he told me. That afternoon

meet Watti with Bang Nelson on the street, who is now a high-ranking pastor in one of the Pentecostal churches.

After knowing Watti wanted to marry a Muslim man and would convert to Islam, Bang Nelson gave one nats, which I do not remember what and what verse, and what, but the way of salvation is only in the way of Christ. Beyond that, bye-bye. Watti's stressed about not going to hell. He wants

congratulations in the afterlife, then become a beautiful Chinese angel.in"Etra, what should I do, dong?" whining. I also took a breath. “Watt," I said in a wise tone, “radio from America can sound nothing if used

here?" Watti looked at me confused.

"Will it be cold in America?"sneered. "Eh, ****. You're not really connecting, anyway," Watti "Listen first," cut me. "I mean gini, two things

that's a different system. Bang Nelson's radio is 220 volts. Mau said as loud as Siliwangi Stadium sound system, will whisper if used at a voltage of 110 volts. Atam's refrigerator, he said, was colder than the poles, would warm and explode if the voltage was 220. So." Alis Watti meets. His lips are pucker."So," I patted her on the shoulder. For a moment think

myself first. My brain is spinning the strings of words. "So, actually you're just moving the voltage. And what was once hell is now heaven, what was once heaven

now it's hell. So...."Watti face added complicated. "So, just the same, Watt. Impasse."Long Watti looked at me, until one frown on his face loosened. He smiled a little. "Thank you, Tra," he said softly. "You're okay, right, if we don't believe? But, every Christmas, I'm the same Kang Atam will come, bring you a cake." I'm smiling too. My dear brother, your sister cannot be angry. I'm not an electronic item like you guys that depends on voltage. I'm just a spectator. I'm a battery stone. Neutral, 1.5 volts, thin, and just quiet is okay, the important thing is not conflict.