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Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Teh botol-onomiec

At least there are three Allah SWT’s gifts that become the biggest miracle in the human kind history which are: bothok, fried Tempe and Teh Botol (Koeaing!)

Teh botol sosro, the bottled jasmine tea, is not just an ordinary tea. Nothing compare to this Tegal tea . I think teh botol still becomes the first among others in the Oost-Indie. My first touch with the botol started when I was in Bandung. I had a friend named as Moeljadi Hamzah, but I often call him by Dimoelkenkoeaing! He always asked me to accompany him to the Darokdhok’s, the grocery store nearby our boarding house, most every night.

And he always drink the teh botol sosro, without forget even once, 7 days a week, 31 days a month and 365 days a year ! Years after, I just known that in his homeland Balikpapan there was no the botol. Moreover, you cannot find the botol in Lampung either. When you finally find one bottle of it you should give Allah a thankfully prayer for it! I don’t know why this tea is scarce in the outside of Java Island. Nevertheless, when you talk about Jakarta, nothing’s compare to teh botol…


...there are three absolute things in this world bothok tempe gorengand teh botol...
During that time, I was still a big fan of American soda. After I got my kidney stones, there was no other choice but looking for other safe beverages. Accidentally, mul has recognized me with this contagious beverage!

I admit, the most delicious tea for me is jasmine tea. I don’t like rose tea, not to mention Sariwangi tea. Sariwangi literally means ‘a good smell tea’ but in reality, it is just an apek (smelly) tea. Why do you bother get the apek tea in to your stomach? Not me! If there were strawberry-tea vendors, I bet it will be sold-out! So many peoples like to drink all strawberry variances beverages!

I have an unforgettable experience regarding this drink. It was in the middle of our national square, Monas. I was thirsty to death, God bless me, and I saw the teh botol vendors nearby the garden. I got in one and drank it as fast as possible; it was just as if a Bedouin found an oasis after weeks on deadly thirst. This was my first mistake, buying without asking the price first! We talk about Madurese vendors here, not Chinese! In the biz world, Chinese act like Angel and the Devil was Madurese for sure. This madurese vendor then said to me "seven thousands only boy..."

What the fuck? The market price was only six hundreds rupiahs! This was one thousand percent more fold! Ten times!

"Eh asshole...gives me the right price or I don’t give you a shit!" I was about to hit that bastard...


Teh botol....


Suddenly – I didn’t have any ideas where they came from—the Madurese with their traditional dagger, clurit, surrounded me

"Any problems son?”
"Ach...no sir, I just want to pay this teh botol " I replied with pretended...it was better to pretend than lose my neck...

As the opposite, I have found the cheapest teh botol price since I stayed at Rawa belong resident, not only one vendor but other vendors as well. I guess they just conducted what our great prophet has said, “Sell five items with two margins is better than sell two items with five margins..."

Warung Aceh was for instance, it was nearby my boarding house, if the others sold one thousand and five hundreds rupiahs per bottle, she just sold it by seven hundreds only! It was awesome indeed! No wonder if I hung around there most every night and of course drank the teh botol....

Later on the price was increasing became two thousands, followed the high oil price! Nevertheless, he still sold it by one thousand and five hundreds rupiahs only! It was crazy though, I didn’t have any ideas how she create some margins? But hell, the important thing was, I still had a teh botol party every night, nothing was more! However, everything in this world has its limit, so does with my fun. The Aceh was closed without any previous announcement at all! Later on, I noticed that her husband married again with another woman in Lebak Bulus area, what a pity woman!

After that, I kept my passion for the botol hunt. There were four warungs around the neighborhood; the first one was The Padang warung. He sold one thousand and two hundreds rupiahs per bottle. Then there were two Bataks warungs, the smelly Ucoks’s (he got a very bad smell of his body’s odor) and and the honest Ucok’s. The smelly Ucok’s sold one thousand and one hundred, it was cheaper then the padang’s) but it was more expensive than what the honest Ucok’s has sold, one thousand only!

It was the same price with warung Bissu? What? Yes, warung bissu. I didn’t know his real name was but because he came from Bugis, Southern Celebes. I could not even known whether he was a man or a woman, alias she male from Bugis, bissu! He/she sold the teh botol one thousand as well! This warung was my favorite place to pass by. Replaced the warung Aceh. Simply because this warung was the nearest warung from my house, while the Honest Ucok’s need to have some walks instead...

I got my own conclusion then, if the teh botol’s price was cheaper or at least match with the seal’s price, so I guaranteed the other stuffs were cheaper too, whether they conducted the Great prophet’s saying or not. At the end, the Aceh’s and Bissu’s were closed! I didn’t know whether they sold everything in too lower prices level or other causes. Definitely, I just had one option, the honest Ucok’s only...

That’s it, teh botol sosro as an indicator of the goods movement and price; you could name it as the branch of new economics studies, Teh botol-onomics....

Koeaing!
Drinks 400 bottle of teh botol sosro yearly...



Wednesday, January 24, 2007

The library of bathroom

....Soekarno, that Javanese King, could stay some hours in the bathroom because he was very found of reading..... ( His former private bodyguard )

Iqra ! Read ! That was the first command of Allah SWT to Great Prophet Muhammad trough Jibril the foremost angel. It was great command as Muhammad was unliterary man. This great man would be the perfect mirror to all humankind later on. As we all know, literary rank used as a tool to show how advance the country is.

...reading is fun even you are in the middle of your natural
-calling
session
just try it out !...
You can read everywhere, in the bus, bus stop, bus station, but among all bathrooms is the finest place. The idea is, if you get something out from your body (shit), you must get something in as well (knowledge). You can forget all your problems while you are in the bathroom. The dream bathroom is the one with a library within...

I have a dirty library-bathroom as on the up wall there laid many books, newspapers and any magazines I have read. Soekarno is not the only one; my brothers in law like to read while they shit. They like to read Intisari Magazine, collection of my father in law. Definitely all those magazines laid in a mess; it makes my mother in law going mad...

"Men, can not do something tidy..."

What so interesting in reading while shitting? It’s a little hard to explain, at least you can imagine to anywhere you like without going to go to there If I were in the middle of reading "Dibawah Bendera Revolusie" ( under revolutionary flag ) as if I were in Tjimahie district and asked to the peasant, Marhaen !

The art of reading....


"Hey brother, do you work on your own land ? "
"No Sir, this is owned by my landlord "
"What about the tools ?"
"Those are all mine..."
" Then whose bulls are those ?"
"Those are mine as well..."

Ever since that time the Marhaenism was born, actually it is a branch of sosio-communism.

Djroot...!
That is the sound of the releasing shit, and it makes you aware that you are still in the middle of shitting room.

Sometimes I have an idea that reading is just like drugs, it is addicted. Why is that so ? If I have my shitting time without any readings, it makes me nervous like don’t know what to do. It is just like an addiction right ? But this addiction is a good addiction indeed, it is better than smoking.

But still you have to aware, that you must to know the different between toilet paper and magazine paper. You can imagine if they both are exchanged each other, your reading collections soon will be shitty-smell. It is no funny at all if your bath room-Library is full of shitty-smell. No gain but pains, as you have to live with that shitty-smell...........

Koeaing!
Vising,Vikier,Visoeh
I shit, I read, and I wash





Thursday, January 11, 2007

The new wife

"Honey, do you want a new wife ?" one day my wife asked me...
"What ?" it might be my slip of hearing....
"I want to live in harem ...."
Good Allah, it was right...
"Do you mean I can have another wife after you ?"
"You do honey, even I already have the incumbent...."
Alhamdulillah, it is a flush, royal flush !
"If you don’t mind who’s the incumbent dear ?"
"She is not the strange one, I am sure you have already known who she is, because she was your classmates when you are in Junior and high school in Solo........."

...polygame is a hardest thing to do weather you like or not it's thereality...
My goodness, who the hell is she ? Who knows......

You can call her by Ms Nurul , she was my classmates from elementary to high school. She went to Parijs Van Djava to study at the Instituut Van Gadjah, she got a long dark hair en sensual lips, just like the blossom rose.....hmm..she match with me I think........

That night is unforgettable night, I could not sleep, how could I ? I got a real big surprise at once; I might have a dream swallowing the moon. Her husband beat her. She is the widow with no children. What an idiot....women as pretty as Nurul has been looked after with senseless treatment....

…the other morning, I said to my wife "dear, I want to talk about yesterday’s chatting, I think I can go with your offering....it doesn’t mean that I am Casanova one but I feel pity to her when you told her miserable life...."

What a man, numero uno liar...
"Alhamdulillah honey....I myself the one that propose your second wife to be....alias my sparring in our marriage "


my new wife....


That was the greatest word on that day, I have imagined what happened to my 200,000 nd night....with Nurul....as my wife’s partner in marriage........I have an erotic imaginary situation, I would to scrub her long-dark-hair gently, and I’d kiss her blossomed-rose lips....oh my God ! My body turned to fever....

"Honey....!"
"Yes dear..."
"Wake up, it’s been 07:30 already, you better hurry up unless you want to have your workday late...!"
What the F*** !! I got up directly, so it was just a dream ? Mutha fucka !!!!! It was self-explanatory, how can I have such good and humble wife ? She even proposed my second wife ? Not like my habit, I never tell my wife about that night’s dream...unless I want the third world war....
"Go hurry to have a bath ...do not waste your time..."
"Errrr...yes...." replied me in minor mode....

Up to present I always smile if I remember that dream , I wonder where the hell those dream come from. Maybe it came from my last mudik journey with my buddy, the Doctor. He told everything about her. Lucky for me the women was the beautiful Nurul , not Madame loso...that’s I call the nightmare.....

Koeaing!
let the flower blossoms to millions...







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