THUNDERBOLTS

chapter 9

While Watti was busy wiping away tears and throwing snot, I stared out the window. My eyes were pounded on a skinny acid tree in the corner of the yard. The tree that had been standing since I knew when. No one is aware of its existence. The tree never had ambition

so bonsai are exhibited and adored, or become another plant that the human ego can ride because

reflect the expertise of the owner. It is sufficiently preserved by nature.

I've never seen this before, but it feels like me and Dedi are the same for that one. Our absence in church or prayer meetings is not due to

we don't believe God exists, but we enjoy it in other ways. Like a sour tree in the corner of the yard

Stand in place. Blissfully. Thats enough.

As a result of that equation, I am not as ambitious as the acid tree. I refuse to leave this city.

When I was a kid, Dedi used to take us out of town. To Jakarta, Surabaya, Malang, Yogyakarta, Madiun, magelang, and I was disappointed. I didn't manage to find

sniffed all over that place. Aci plugged. The tiny ball is bunched up with cow's gourd with chili sauce and soy sauce it's not clear which factory's output, which might be his Deppes clearance number

also self-created. Combined date of birth of his children factory owners

Cilok addiction is a disease I have suffered since childhood. I am a loyal consumer, from 25 silver two to 100 silver one. Which is where I might leave town

with the most and most delicious cilok in the world. The world! Didn't believe? Honey, I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure.

Now I rarely eat lilok. However, the ball of aci managed to bury deeply in my desire to wander. I love this city too much, the house of ex-Wijaya

These electronics. Or, maybe I'm too afraid of a foreign place. No matter how quiet and deserted our house was, I was determined to take care of it. If Dedi in the spirit realm could check into the earth, he would be shocked. Where he thought that the youngest child was the one who finally took over all the responsibilities in this house. Deep down, I always thought

Wattage the beloved child of Dedi. Perhaps because of motherly nature

(read: nagging) and its delicious homemade kale. While I mostly daydream and nap. However,

on the seventeenth day after you died, Ded, Watti was the first to decide to come out. In fact, more

fast from all Wijaya Electronics employees. Leaving me with a pile of accounts receivable and administrative matters

the oath is not lacking.

So wanting to get out of the house, Watti and Atammen accelerate their kabul ijab ceremony. Sundanese extended family to have to give up the event was simple

tok mosque. Revenge will be held in the middle of another month, a luxurious reception at the top wedding building &

Bandung So message them to all tame. The absence of Dedi sciragai wali became a topic and that made the event terzsa trazis like a viewer

Our shoulders are squeezed, our bodies smothered, and our papi is covered with tears. "Peace Mr. Wijaya, did not have time to see his son married, "Why so soon, huh? - "The Plan Above is indeed no one who knows, "Though Pak Wijaya to willing his son to follow the religion of the husband, "Kalias

must be stoic, yes, - "Etra, strongman, quickly find sala so that there are replacements Papah, blablabla. If others pass the kabul ijab event with tears, I pass it by thinking. Think about

electronic Wijaya bill papers whose age even reaches twenty years. How to collect

nya, huh? While Watti and Atam honeymooned to the holy land while performing Umrah, my feet were tied up

As an economics scholar who hates every day of college, I desperately try to solve puzzles

the financial status of Wijaya Elektronik is based on 21 batik-covered textbooks whose contents are all handwritten. Kc-k

most of Dedi's writings, of course, although I and Watti sometimes participate. For example, in the book "Loss-Loss"- Dedi uses the term "luck" and not

"laba”-year 1982–1983, I drew a creature that wanted a goat, which used to be the animal I was most passionate about. I draw a red marker on each page. While Watti, who always felt himself an angel or angel, always drew a winged and winged chick

hello, next to my family so that there is an antagonist. In the 1984-1986 book - as the volume of transactions shrank to a considerable extent combined in one book - I rained down each page with a Hello Kitty stamp with extra horns and a sen-made goat tail

selves. Watti with Little Twin Stars stamp.

At the end of the calculation, I found that almost 50% of Wijaya Elektronik accounts receivable are not collected every year. And, by calculating inflation, devaluation, plus

simulated with bank interest then the wealth of Dedi should reach: 2,756,304,005,889 rupiah! Long time I was overwhelmed. Long time. The ma menu

it is our daily dominated eggs for decades, my clothes are almost all breezes from Watti and Watti clothes are mostly the result of donations from

our aunts, Kijang "crocodile" pick-up cars are our single cars for a variety of events, from lifting things up to the front. I also remember the ja-money

janku who is always below the average student of one school and how I have been an economist since childhood because I have to be smart to divide a piece of 100 silver for two

rest times; peek and lemonade at the first break; bala-bala and iced tea sweet for the second break. I was pensive for a long time. Long time. Until finally, I closed all the batik books earlier and I tidied them to da-

lam dus, throw all my calculations in the trash. I decided to bury the fantasy of 2.7 billion and return to face this new age without regret. So

there's a lot to do.

I got up from my seat, standing straight in front of the mirror. Thinks. What can someone who does not

have skills, no capital, no experience? My eyes are squeaking. A streak of bright light seemed to pierce through the dense fog in the brain, brightening my dead-end mind. I also have my own beard. Hmmmm. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course: sell yourself!

What's again? So, let me put forward a simple philosophy. Quit

think outside, but go inside. Look

this house. This billion-dollar house. How rotten, smelly, stuffy, sumpck. In fact, this is the capital

I can sell at once I'm proud. How cool this concept will be: Elektra, the girl of one year, independent and steadfast

wading through life, living in a big house and beautiful strategically located. And, since beautifying Eleanor was easier than beautifying Elektra, I decided to do a big cleanup. Of the entire process, I enjoyed the most when getting rid of electronic junk. Imagine what it feels like

lived for years with a pile of 70s televisions that never bailed out. Not to mention the radio, the fridge, the AC, I'm sick of electronics. When it all lifted, I realized that it was

there is no furniture. All this time I was sitting on a television or cardboard boxes filled with wires. It is precisely the chairs that succumb, pushed out of contact

Dedi needs a lot of space to store his client's belongings. Out there, those poor things are sun-dried, in-the

rain spray, inhabited by mites. As I woke up from long amnesia, one morning my head was shaken: he, Elektra, wake up.For this time you live in a giant warehouse.