Bapak has some answers today, even if there are no questions.
He's cool, he's stylish and he knows a lot of things you don't know. Bapak knows Yogyakarta the way Uncle Guan down Penang's Jalan Burmah knows his apong: tender in foreplay, sharp in climax. Which is, way too good. And since the Yogyakarta kraton's Sultan claims that he is the Paku Alam -- the Nail of the World, the Navel of the Earth (just like any other rajas, kings, emperors, politicians and architects, anyway) -- Bapak's knowledge is already considered global (or rather, glokal).
So deep, so vast is the knowledge of Bapak. He knows exactly where to get the best ayam penyet in the whole island of Java. In fact, Bapak knows that ayam penyet is not the best Indonesian food ever as some Malaysians, particularly those living in the areas of Sunway and Damansara (or both) have rudimentally claimed.
"Terus yang benar-benar enak apa ya, Pak?" a chick from Bandung asked, together with her Cihampelas day-out friends, all equally clueless of Bapak's statement.
Bapak laughed, the way a dalang would give out a laughter to Arjuna in a wayang kulit play: amusingly annoying.
"Yang enak tentunya babi panggang," and Bapak continued laughing.
The chicks were exasperated. "Yang benar-benar aja doang, Pak! Aku lagi serius ni!"
"Loh. Kok Cewek ngga percaya sama Bapak. Nah, cuba lagi sama kopi luwak. Keren!"
"Eeeesh! Gila ini!" The girls left for another abdi dalem in the kraton compound. Bapak continued laughing. When he finally stopped, he twitched a wrinkle on his left eyelobe.
Bapak slowly rolled his keretek leaf, then lightens it up. His breath mixing with smoke, he curses. "Ramai lagi yang tidak mengerti."
He's cool, he's stylish and he knows a lot of things you don't know. Bapak knows Yogyakarta the way Uncle Guan down Penang's Jalan Burmah knows his apong: tender in foreplay, sharp in climax. Which is, way too good. And since the Yogyakarta kraton's Sultan claims that he is the Paku Alam -- the Nail of the World, the Navel of the Earth (just like any other rajas, kings, emperors, politicians and architects, anyway) -- Bapak's knowledge is already considered global (or rather, glokal).So deep, so vast is the knowledge of Bapak. He knows exactly where to get the best ayam penyet in the whole island of Java. In fact, Bapak knows that ayam penyet is not the best Indonesian food ever as some Malaysians, particularly those living in the areas of Sunway and Damansara (or both) have rudimentally claimed.
"Terus yang benar-benar enak apa ya, Pak?" a chick from Bandung asked, together with her Cihampelas day-out friends, all equally clueless of Bapak's statement.
Bapak laughed, the way a dalang would give out a laughter to Arjuna in a wayang kulit play: amusingly annoying.
"Yang enak tentunya babi panggang," and Bapak continued laughing.
The chicks were exasperated. "Yang benar-benar aja doang, Pak! Aku lagi serius ni!"
"Loh. Kok Cewek ngga percaya sama Bapak. Nah, cuba lagi sama kopi luwak. Keren!"
"Eeeesh! Gila ini!" The girls left for another abdi dalem in the kraton compound. Bapak continued laughing. When he finally stopped, he twitched a wrinkle on his left eyelobe.
Bapak slowly rolled his keretek leaf, then lightens it up. His breath mixing with smoke, he curses. "Ramai lagi yang tidak mengerti."
Part of the Bapak Series. Posted in Shah Alam.
