Interviewing A Startrek Addict at On OFF ID

Forgot taking Jane's picture, I ended up taking this guy's picture. Never mind, he's equally obsessed with Startrek.

Jane Fretchen (which I’m not sure that’s her last name. I swear I couldn’t hear her last name correctly, it was a chaos)  is a Startrek fan from the Land Down Under, for 46 years she’s been a fan of this TV serials. She admitted she started to be Startrek ‘whore’ since she was 8 years old. So without further delay, here’s my interview with this 54-year-young Australian woman having enthusiasm of a 24-year-old young lady. Being interviewed in her black-red Startrek crew outfit, she told me the story of her obsession of Startrek.


Me: Hi, may I interrupt? (I held my cell phone forward, right near her mouth)

Jane: He will take your picture for you. (Pointing to her fellow Startrek maniac, she thought I’d love to take a picture with her in it)

Me: No, I mean I’m going to record this.

Jane: Oh, you’re gonna record it? I misunderstood!

Me: What’s your name?

Jane: Jane..

Me: Where are you from?

Jane: Australia, from Sidney.

Me: Why are you soo interested in Startrek?

Jane: Ok, I’ve been a Startrek fan for longer than you’ve been alive!! (chuckling). I was 8 years old. So 46 years I have been a fan.

Me: It’s  a long time!

Jane: It’s a long time! And every year it gets more interesting because there’re new things happening.

Me: I haven’t known very much about Startrek. Can you tell me why Startrek is so ‘sexy’ to you? (I have to admit, ‘sexy’ is a wrong choice of word. Ugh!)

Jane: I love it because it has adventure. But it also tells a moral, it has a story. So it teaches, it tries to teach you about truth, honesty to do the right thing and I think that they have very good value.

Me: Do you have kids? And do they like Startrek?

Jane: They like Startrek but they’re not Trekkie (?) fans like their mother. So they have to put up with their mother.

Me: How about your husband?

Jane: My husband likes Startrek, not as much as me. He does like…he has a uniform, and he goes to convention with me.

Me: Oh, so there are conventions for Startrek fans?

Jane: All over the world! In Las Vegas, we meet every year in August with 15 or 20,00 0 people from all over the world. So you’re here to…?

Jane: I live in Jakarta. And I met with Irianto and the group (I have no idea this guy is, but my hunch is he and his group are other Startrek fans. And they have allowed me to join their group and I love them. I love the group.

Me: How many countries have you visited for this Startrek thing..?

Jane: I live in Indonesia. And I’ve only gone to convention in America. But there are conventions in Europe and in Britain and in South America and in Japan.

Me: And what do they usually do at conventions?

Jane: People like to get dressed up, as I wear…I wear a uniform. People like to get **** (excuse my failure to listen accurately) and Startrek collect such as book, model, and we like being together and watch a **** together and listen to the music and exchange apps on the iPhone. So there’s a big community.

Me: So what character do you like most?

Jane: (with glaring eyes) I think Captain Kirk is my number one. But I like Piccard as well. Very difficult. Very difficult between the two. And Captain Jane Way (Correct me if I’m wrong, I’m no Startrek fan). So I love three! Yes, yess…

Me: Which one do you hate most?

Jane: I don’t hate any of them. I like all of them.

Me: You’re here to present or introduce Startrek to bloggers or what?

Jane: Yes, to bloggers, to anybody who wants to have a look at what Startrek is about. I have some pieces of my Startrek collection. And some of the guys have brought their pieces. So we hope that we can share and make some new fans , maybe  some new members.

Me: How many members..?

Jane: (asking her Indonesian fellow Startrek maniac) Jerry, how many members are there now?

Jerry: Around 800.

Me: 800? In Indonesia alone? 800. And what do they usually do when they meet each other?

Jane: We might have a quiz so we have a bit of fun and we might watch several episodes together and meal and drink because Indonesian love to eat. And we take a lot of photos with each other.

Me: Is there any regular meetup for Startrek fans in Indonesia?

Jane: We try to get together every two months. We might be having a meet before Christmas, it’s not in the new year we can get together.





Cheers from "On Off ID 2011": Internet is People!!!

On Off ID 2011: This should be called “Pesta Blogger 2011”.

Another blogging event is happening. And as usual, lots of people are gathering at Epicentrum Walk, Rasuna Epicentrum, Kuningan, South Jakarta today.

To begin with, this event should’ve been publicized better. For your information, I hadn’t learned this until a week ago on Twitter. Really, for an event this big, On Off ID is a bit disapoointing in terms of publicity. It deserves more, a lot more.
This year’s event is different in terms of many aspects. I’ve noticed a decrease in visitors and participants number.  And this is significant, I should say. I saw Enda Nasution, the so-called Indonesian blogger ‘father’ with his
But what is better is the appearance of ASEAN bloggers’ representatives. They’re sharing their ideas on stage as I’m writing this post. One of them said, “Internet is people!” and in a nanosecond later the audience applauded.  Oh, and they’ll be sharing at At America, Pacific Place, tomorrow morning. Sadly, I have to be doing some yoga stretches at Hotel Borobudur tomorrow.

Do Writers Have to Suffer from Severe Crises or Flaws to Excel?

Shifting the mindset: Translating and curating ideas into creating ones.

They say I’m quite good at words but I don’t even know why I find it hard to generate some perfectly arranged work that is worth reading instead of worth throwing away.

I ramble, that might the problem. I’m rambling. It’s hard to focus. But my writer friends always ramble and they write books. So what’s my problem? May it be my lack of imagination or fantasy? I can’t say that either. Or perhaps I haven’t tried it harder? Must I push myself further?

I once heard that by deliberately positioning ourselves in the middle of a crisis, we human races are inclined to excel than those living under less challenging circumstances?

And I think that’s the sign of the requirement of more dramatic things and changes in my life. The last thing I need to do on and on every day is sitting in this room typing and translating without breaks. It’s fun and easy but I need more challenges. Because challenges bring out the inspiration!

Speaking of flaws, it reminds me of Alexander Pope. He, who is considered one of the greatest poets in England, was living a miserable ilness-ridden life. I read he had a terrible helath condition in terms of respiratory  system and hunchback. Along with the anti-Catholic sentiment, it did ruin his confidence, pushing him to lead a more solitary life, as quoted from Wikipedia:

From the age of 12, he suffered numerous health problems, such as Pott’s disease (a form of tuberculosis that affects the bone), which deformed his body and stunted his growth, leaving him with a severe hunchback. His tuberculosis infection caused other health problems including respiratory difficulties, high fevers, inflamed eyes, and abdominal pain.[2] He grew to a height of only 1.37 m (4 ft 6 in) tall. Pope was already removed from society because he was Catholic; his poor health only alienated him further. Although he never married, he had many female friends to whom he wrote witty letters. Allegedly, his lifelong friend, Martha Blount, was his lover.[3][5][6][7]


I also discovered another poet’s biography, I forgot who the name is, but the message is just the same. He was crippled, physcially unfit, not to mention athletic and robust. But linguistically speaking, he was a marvel. Do you think it’s just a divine coincidence or a message from God that one needs to suffer from horrible hardships (like Iwan Setyawan’s story perhaps)?

More Recognition Coming!

How do you feel when your mundane,daily routine is cherished by complete strangers? They had no idea about your existence until it dawned on them that you are there, doing things “behind the screen” and creating value. Suddenly you know you matter,you may be that plankton in the bottom of the ecosystem food chain, yet without you,things can go wrong. Your absence may lead to imbalance,disorder,chaos. Or at the very least, you are there for a purpose.

The secretary texted me,stating my ‘wordicraft’ is great. I blushed, I am high. Another almost total stranger tweeted in disbelief. That disbelief he displayed is sort of another form of admiration. I nearly hopped for joy on reading it. And the last is as recent as this afternoon,coming from a president director. He did not realize my role until the pundit introduced him what I was exactly doing. And the wrap is that pundit’s compliment, “Write well!” Aye, sir!

LG Optimus Pro C660: BlackBerry's Typing Comfort + Android's Versatility

LG Optimus Pro C660<br />
GENERAL 2G Network GSM 850 / 900 / 1800 / 1900
3G Network HSDPA 900 / 2100
Announced 2011, July
Status Available. Released 2011, September
SIZE Dimensions 119.5 x 59.7 x 12.9 mm
Weight 129g
DISPLAY Type TFT capacitive touchscreen, 256K colors
Size 240 x 320 pixels, 2.8 inches (~143 ppi pixel density)
– QWERTY keyboard
– Accelerometer sensor for UI auto-rotate
SOUND Alert types Vibration, MP3, WAV ringtones
Loudspeaker Yes
3.5mm jack Yes
MEMORY Phonebook Practically unlimited entries and fields, Photocall
Call records Practically unlimited
Internal 150 MB storage, 256 MB RAM
Card slot microSD, up to 32GB, 2GB included, buy memory
DATA GPRS Class 12 (4+1/3+2/2+3/1+4 slots), 32 – 48 kbps
EDGE Class 12
3G HSDPA, 3.6Mbps
WLAN Wi-Fi 802.11 b/g/n, Wi-Fi hotspot
Bluetooth Yes, v3.0
Infrared port No
USB Yes, microUSB v2.0
CAMERA Primary 3.15 MP, 2048×1536 pixels
Features Geo-tagging
Video Yes, VGA@24fps
Secondary No
FEATURES OS Android OS, v2.3.3 (Gingerbread)
CPU 800 MHz processor, Qualcomm MSM7227T chipset
Messaging SMS (threaded view), MMS, Email, Push Email, IM
Browser HTML
Radio Yes
Games Yes + downloadable
Colors Black
GPS Yes, with A-GPS support
Java Yes, via Java MIDP emulator
– SNS integration
– Digital compass
– Google Search, Maps, Gmail
– YouTube, Google Talk
– MP4/H.264/H.263 player
– MP3/WAV/eAAC+ player
– Document viewer
– Organizer
– Voice memo
– Predictive text input
BATTERY Standard battery, Li-Ion 1500 mAh

Food Combining in The Holy Quran

Fruits of Shinseiki pear on tree
The rule of the thumb is EAT FRUITS BEFORE ANYTHING. (Image via Wikipedia)

What you are about to read below is a piece of text I translated from a friend of mine. This is relevant if you’re a moslem but still think that food combining is not so convincing and groundless to apply to your daily eating pattern.

So it looks like The Holy Quran implies a food combining principle in the two verses below.

وَفَاكِهَةٍ مِّمَّا يَتَخَيَّرُونَ وَلَحْمِ طَيْرٍ مِّمَّا يَشْتَهُونَ

” And with fruits, any that they may select, and the flesh of fowls, any that they may desire.” (Al Waqiah: 20-21)

In the verses above, Allah SWT explains about the food of th paradise inhabitants. What is interesting here? As anyone can read, the word ‘fruits’ is mentioned first and ‘flesh’  latter. Why so?

This seems to be the most plausible answer. While most people in the Western hemisphere eat fruits before any other foods and have fruits as their breakfast, we Indonesians are not familiar to this eating habit. The prevalent myth in Indonesia is that fruits are supposed to be consumed after eating heavier meals or eaten later close to noon or afternoon. Then we must analyze why Allah SWT mentions fruits before meat? Does it have anything to do with the Western people eating habit. The question remains unanswered.

Fruits are digested in the stomach faster than any other types of foods. It generally takes 15-20 minutes for the system to fully digest fruits (with bananas as an exception, taking around 45 minutes). The glucose in fruits instantly provides us energy needed to work in the morning. It generally takes 2 hours for carbohydrates (rice, corn, noodles, bread) to be processed provided that they’re eaten alone (without any other foods). As for animal protein (chicken, four-legged animal meat, fish, egg) provided that they’re eaten alone is usually digested by the stomach within around 3-4 hours. Typical Indonesian way of eating – which involves eating animal protein and carbohydrate at the same time –  burdens the stomach because IT TAKES MORE THAN 6 HOURS TO COMPLETELY DIGEST THIS CARBO-PROTEIN COMBO. So you can imagine: before your stomach can’t get enough rest, you eat more, and on and on…BAM!

We also need to pay attention to the CIRCADIAN CYLE of  body. In a nutshell, the body is cleaning itself from the metabolism residue. It’s the “leftover” in large intestine that ought to be propelled out as soon as possible unless it’ll turn toxic anytime soon. For your information, this cleaning phase happens every day from around 4 am to 10 am, which is why the body doesn’t produce digestive enzymes (because it’s too busy cleaning itself!).  It’s a safe bet to ONLY eat fruits in the morning. To digest fruits, it doesn’t require digestive enzymes because enzyme contained in our saliva can do just that! This is also why we’d better chew fruits perfectly before swallowing it so as to expose it to the enzyme in saliva.


All the explanation is in accordance with Allah’s holy verses in The Qur’an :

وَلَوْ أَنَّمَا فِي الْأَرْضِ مِن شَجَرَةٍ أَقْلَامٌ وَالْبَحْرُ يَمُدُّهُ مِن بَعْدِهِ سَبْعَةُ أَبْحُرٍ مَّا نَفِدَتْ كَلِمَاتُ اللَّهِ إِنَّ اللَّهَ عَزِيزٌ حَكِيمٌ

“ And if all the trees on earth were pens and the ocean (were ink), with seven oceans behind it to add to its (supply), yet would not the Words of Allah be exhausted (in the writing); for Allah is Exalted in Power, Full of Wisdom.” ( Luqman : 27 )

Give Yourself a Break!!!


I ran into the reality-based cartoon publicized on Facebook this morning. And I can totally relate myself to that! Who cannot anyway?? Except you are one of the technically challenged baby boomers.
I do yoga,and I am about to do it now,while we are at it,let me tell you it always makes me a bit concerned every time I see a young girl with glasses,lying on a yoga mat beside her mom who is busily practicing, plays that game device (PSP,or Nintendo?) the gadget she loves while the world around her is spinning! People run,jog,meditate,play badminton,take a stroll,but her eyes are glued to it. That is tragic as far as I am concerned.
So take a time out of the virtual and experience the real more!

The Vacation Took Its Toll! (A Random Post Written Desperately in the Commuter Line Train)

Wednesday November 23, 2011

6.53 pm

Here I am stuck in the train . “It was struck by the lightning, he says. Ok, to tell you the truth what I worry about more is NOT about when I get home tonight but when I can have my dinner tonight. And drink! I swear I’ve been severely dehydrated after walking around the Botanical Garden all day long. It was tough, my bodily system is screaming for water. But I can’t get any here! While outside, hevy downpour is falling. My lips are so dry as well as my throat! Too many are standing here but sorry I can’t give this seat away. I’m much too weak to stand up during the rest of the train trip.

It started this morning and hell, I thought I already woke up early enough but what it apparently wasn’t.I set off around 7 am, dashed to the Sudirman Train Station, forgetting that the train is scheduled at 6.30, 6. 55, and 9.40. , which is like “CRAP, I have to wait for more than 60 minutes!”

You may remember Tata Young's "Bitchy, Naughty". And this man sets the song chorus as his phone ringtone!

Enough with the confusion! I shrieked by heart after moving from one coach to another FOUR TIMES (let’s choke the public train official commanding on the megaphone! ). How can this happen to me?? What have I done to deserve this? For God’s sake, I have to work tomorrow! And I here find myself, being stranded in a train coach with this man in front of me talking about rubbish in broken In-glish (Indonesian-English) with 3 alumni of Universitas Diponegoro. I’ve been there, having to endure this sort of conversation which is usually overly boring, so boring you want to bite the vein in his neck to prevent the boredom from killing you, figuratively saying. You simply have to act politely, open your mouth a bit once in a while to please the man and at the same time trying to digest  each and every word the preacher is blurting to no end. It’s, I swear, an ultimate torment if you’re not up to being social and kind. I feel terribly sorry for those 3 young men. They’re exhausted, bored to death and upset for being so powerless to leave the hellish conversation with someone of their grandfathers’ age. Wearing a mask and looking seemingly busy with my notebook writing this post did save me. Busy yourself with anything and no Indonesian passengers will make a mess with you.

The experience was undoubtedly fun. Not having to update any social network accounts, upload images, type like crazy, rewrite articles, summarize long texts, translate stuff, be called on the phone by coworkers or the owner, or inhale the same air of Jakarta today. But there’s a price to pay.

— ∞–

If you're wearing headphones and having a Blackberry in your hand but you litter in the train, you seem more like a neanderthal than a bipedal modern homo sapiens living in the digital age.

7.49 pm

It’s been more than an hour and we’re still here, at Pasar Minggu Station. I miss my maghrib pray, feel excruciatingly hungry and thirsty, until I reach the pointh where I could think of anything but enjoy what it is as it is. Enjoying the present, yes that is exactly what I’m trying to do now. I’ve read a number of pages of “Eat, Pray, Love“, which is kind of great as this novel is comical, witty in some way.

But well, I’m not going to act like a hypocrite. I hate it. I hate this very situation. Being stuck, being unable to rest and claim my private space, to dine, to strectch my stiff legs. I want to scream but why bother? I can’t, will not allow myself to commit such a faux pas. And this man on the loud speaker was definitely a practical joker. Thank to him, we passengers moved to and fro like a flock of fools. Please, f*cking move NOW!! Oh, and that gut said the train is about to move within 4 minutes. Yay!

Oh, speaking of what I did all day long in Bogor, I did different things this time. I metaphorically climb the same mountain but doing extra things on the list. So this is quite productive, I suppose!

Jakarta-Bogor Nov 23, 2011
This man sitting by the door spitted in front of me with his eyes glued to his smartphone! In the train! Public space! What a filthy jackass!

In short, I’d been wandering around the Botanical Garden since noon. And as I waited the pray time (around 11.40 am), I got a terribly shocking, shameful experience. So there was an elderly man (appears to be the mosque’s janitor or something) sprung out of the door and without warning asked one of us (I was there with the other two men sitting in the porch) to give the call to prayer. “Gimme a break!” I thought and grinned bitterly at the old man. I’m not afraid of making mistakes but.. you know I need rehearsal!! It’s hard to just shout the azan lines while you never do it on a regular basis before. Ok, I feel guilty but what if I did something wrong and the entire neighborhood came out of their houses and mocked me or considered that profane? That’s much too risky! And I hear kids are screaming , just like a school but this is buzzing endlessly. I-N-D-O-N-E-S-I-A!!! That’s what they’re yelling. The soccer madness lingers and even escalates in some pockets of the country, believe it or not. Considering the saddening fact that there’re two casualties who lost their lives  for a sheet of soccer match ticket at Gelora Bung Karno Stadium, that is supposed to be better than a one-night-trending spirit.


LIAR! So this transportation tragedy is NOT even close to its end. He said 4 minutes, but look where we’re now still. Until now, 5 minutes after the promised time, the train doesn’t even move a single inch. I still sense NO movement at all! I can’t be  mad at anyone because it’s purely out of their control. Huge thanks to myself for bringing this notebook along. It DOES keep my brain active, to survive the unbearably boring predicament.

I swear all passengers here in this ill-fated commuter line train are so fed up right now. They’re like yawning repeatedly, exchanging texts on the phone, checking BlackBerry Messenger,  restlessly or calling people at home they’re gonna be home unusually late. But it’s true, I even want to smash my own head to the glass window.

And the man is announcing again, “The train heading to Jakarta Kota Train Station isn’t allowed to set off now just yet.” God is good. He wants to assess my patience level.


Talking about  the Botanical Garden, I already have with me a number of seeds! Yes, seeds of some plants I happened to find along the way. It was lazy of me to even jot down the names or shoot the nametag of each tree but as Shakespeare stated centuries ago, “What is a name?” Names don’t matter, to a certain extent.

And oh, there is a train moving beside our train and every one of us in this train, like responded by a quick, sudden stare filled with annoyance, envy, or hopelessness. The eyes speak for their mind, “How can they move while we’re stuck for hours here?” Or maybe what is popping out on their mind is the urge to hijack the train newly arriving? I have no idea.

Boredom is at the moment intruding even more deeply, seeping through the deeper level of our souls. I succumb. I got the Android phone and check th e Facebook newsfeed and Twitter mentions. And to my utter annoyance, the connection is stuck, just like this train. I sigh, desperately enough.

The guy announced again, only telling us to wait longer. The problem in Manggarai isn’t fixed yet and what hurts me eve more is the fact that the connection speed on this mobile phone goes a lot slower than snails. I now activate the 3G in hope that it’ll significantly boost the speed. Enough with the experiment, I switch the phone to airplane mode!


9.01 pm

It’s 9.01 pm and the God-blessed train isn’t moving yet. And this is sickening!  can’t even survive another hour. Please God, I beg of You…

Everyone starts to call or be callled by their dad, mom, or relatives at home. Can barely stand it any further.

Now I sincerely pray for the people at Manggarai that they can fix whatever the problem is IMMEDIATELY, considering it’s been more than 2 hours straight we’re in the train wasting our invaluable life time for cursing other innocent people.


10. 17 pm


The Religious Dilemma (Position among the Stars- Part 3)

I wrote the draft of this post in the Jakarta-Bogor commuter line train. Great experience to write! Writers must love trains! And the notebook -one with paper not running on battery- is the most loyal and easy-to-use tool to document every train of thoughts.

It’s always nice to see how people live side by side despite being different. Being different at times separates us apart. I’m not like you. You’re not like me. Thus we should never be agreed on any things. But life keeps a zillion mysteries.

I haven’t watched the previous installment (a friend of mine said this is the third of a trilogy) but I thought there is something missing before this. And I was right.

In the previous trilogy, , it is told that the son has converted himself to Islam. The old lady wasn’t really pleased to learn this but she eventually came to terms with it.

After converting to Islam to his own will, the son didn’t seem to be fervent enough to learn his new faith he just declared to embrace.

In one early Sunday morning, the old lady who was a Catholic had to go to church to attend the Sunday morning sevice. She needed company but Tari was still asleep. The old lady continually woke her up yet in vain. Then came the uncle. He wanted Tari to accompany the old lady attending the service. “Come on, there’re only a flock of old women at the church!” Tari tousled her hair, still yawning and unwilling to leave the bed. It was early in the morning, for God’s sake! Yet it didn’t stop him to drag her out of the bed. Feeling upset, Tari asked her uncle in a bitter, flat tone, “Why don’t you accompany her instead?” “But I’m a moslem. How come a moslem goes to church??” the uncle got even more irritated. “You’re a moslem but we’ve never ever seen you praying (: shalat, Ind),” Tari protested. “Uhm, well… ,” he muttered, followed with a considerably long pause, unable to supply a logical argument. “Chekmate!” said the old lady, giggling. ” “That is absolutely true!” she found it particularly hilarious. Anda she continued giggling. Few moments later, the mother and mildly insulted son were seen on a motorbike, heading to the church. The church turned out to be less than majestic (don’t even think of a towering, classic-styled one like the cathedral downtown Jakarta). Nothing looked churchlike about it, except the congregation.

That’s the hard cold fact that any Christian or Catholic must deal with in several parts of this Moslem-dominated country. Once I overheard a Catholic priest talking with the you-know-who most prominent entrepreneurship evangelist in the country. He said, as far as I’m concerned, an opinion which would sound more or less like this: “(Indonesian) moslems are generally irritated when the neighborhood they’re living in shows a huge cross.” The cross or the symbol of Christianity seemes too either unbecoming or improper. One shouldn’t do it no matter what. It is intolerance, which the state and the laws have no approval of but the rest of the nation always clings to. It is natural, in fact. Human beings are selfish by nature. Once you’re considered a threat for their ego, you’ll be eliminated. That simple!

Tari was actually torn between these two older adults: her grandmom and her uncle.  She found it quite enigmatic to see two faiths embraced in the family. It was no easier for her at school. She was a moslem by law and school regarded her so. Nonetheless, deep down inside her conscience, Tari or Theresia loved Jesus (as written stealthily on the door of the rented house the family lived in). After all, Theresia sounded like a baptist name given after the shower ritual (excuse my inapt description, I myself am a moslem). My hunch is, thus, she was baptized early by the parents or grandmother.

And then another scene showed Tari and the grandmom went to a place looking a lot like a school auditorium. It was spacious, much bigger than a classroom. There were a lot of students in uniform. I don’t knw exactly what it was but what happened there was she, along with several other students who freshly graduated, was interviewed by a teacher. Perhaps it was an interview of scholarship application. Tari was asked whether she knew the 5 pillars of Islam. Tari cast a blank stare and kept silent, while the teacher passed the question to another student. The student being asked answered in an effortless manner, “Syahadat (pledge), salat (pray), zakat (alms),  puasa (fasting, and haji (hajj- pilgrimage trip to Madina and Mecca).”

There was nothing that Tari could do but leave the room with her last shred of dignity. But before she could flee, another humiliation was awaiting. The teacher- wearing veil- mumbled that Tari only wanted the money (scholarship fund) but didn’t even give a damn about the most basic questions of all. She looked uneasy, ashamed, guilty (maybe because she felt like she wouldn’t make it), as she  kept on scratching her head during the interview.

As Tari went out of the auditorium, her grand mother asked how the interview test was going. Tari was silenced by the question. She nodded weakly, only making sure the grandmother wouldn’t notice her troubled heart. She clearly wasn’t fully recovered from the great humiliation she just experienced. That was hard on the teenage girl. But the grandmom wouldn’t  find out that anyhow Tari was still conflicting against the other self inside. What doubt? I guess it has something to do with the question: “Is she supposed to be a Catholic or a Moslem?”

P. S. : Read the previous related posts:

The Amazingly Mixed-up Indonesia

The Anger and Disappointment