Chapter 5 Indonesian Story (4)

I can't believe it worked. "Yes, I'm back," I said, "of course I'm back." "I'm so happy!" he said.We held hands, and now he was so excited. "I don't remember you at first! It's been a long time since we met. You look different now! You're not the same as you were two years ago! Last time you were a sad-looking woman. Now--so happy! Transformed!" The idea of ​​a human being reborn in two years seemed to spark a chuckle in him. I no longer hide my tears and let them pour out. "Yes, Lord. I used to be sad. But it's better now."

"You had a bad divorce last time." "Bad." I agree. "Last time you had too much sorrow, too much sadness. Last time you looked like an old woman, now you look like a young girl. Last time you were ugly! Now beautiful!" Mario clapped his hands in ecstasy and declared triumphantly, "Voila, the graph works!" I said, "Master Lai, do you still want me to help you learn English?" He told me to start now and jumped up nimbly.He hopped into the cabin and brought a stack of letters from overseas over the past few years (so he had an address!).He asked me to read the letter aloud to him; he knew English but could not read it well.I have become his secretary.I am the pharmacist's secretary.wonderful.These letters from overseas art collectors all managed to obtain Lai Ye's famous magic paintings.A letter from an Australian collector praised Lai Ye's skills, saying: "How can you use such delicate brushwork so skillfully?" Lai Ye replied to me as if dictating: "Because I have been painting for many, many years."

After reading the letter, he gave me some new news about his life during the past few years.There have been some shifts.For example, now he is married to a wife.He pointed to a fat woman across the atrium, who stood in the shadows of the kitchen door and stared at me, as if unsure whether to shoot me straight up, or poison me first and then shoot me.The last time I was here, Lai Yeh sadly showed me a photo of his wife who had passed away earlier - a beautiful old Balinese woman, cheerful and innocent despite her age.I wave to my new wife across the atrium, and she retreats into the kitchen.

"Good woman," Lai announced to the shadows in the kitchen, "very good woman." He went on to say that he was busy treating Balinese patients, and that there was always a lot of work: performing spells on newborns, performing ceremonies on the dead, healing the sick, and performing wedding ceremonies.The next time he has a wedding going, he says, "We can go together! I'll take you!" The only problem is that not many Westerners visit him anymore.After the bombing, no one came to Bali again.It made his "head messed up" and made him feel "the bank was empty".He said, "Now you come to my house to practice English with me every day?" I nodded happily, and he said, "I'll teach you Balinese meditation, okay?"

"Okay." I said. "I think three months is enough time for me to teach you Balinese meditation and help you find God that way," he said. "Maybe four months. You like Bali, don't you?" "I love Bali." "You got married in Bali?" "Not yet." "Not long, I suppose. Are you coming back tomorrow?" I promise to come back tomorrow.He didn't say anything about me moving in with his family, so I didn't either, sneaking one last look at the horrible wife in the kitchen.Maybe stay in my lovely little hotel.It's more comfortable anyway.There are toilets, etc.However, I need a bicycle to visit him every day.

time to go. "Nice to meet you." He said, shaking my hand. I'm going to teach him his first English lesson right away.I taught him the difference between "nice to meet you" and "nice to meet you".I say we say "nice to meet you" when we meet someone for the first time.After that, we changed to "Nice to meet you" every time.Because you only know someone once.But now we see each other day after day. He loved the class and practiced it: "Nice to meet you! I'm glad to meet you! I can see you! I'm not deaf!" We all laughed, even Mario laughed.We shook hands and agreed to come back tomorrow afternoon.At this point, he said, "See you later."

"Goodbye." I said. "Let your conscience guide you. If you have friends coming to Bali, ask them to come and read my palm - after the bombing, my bank is empty right now. I'm self-taught. I'm glad to meet you, Lily!" "Nice to meet you, too, Lai." Balinese, a deeply Hindu island, is located in the middle of the 1,000-kilometre-long Indonesian archipelago, home to the world's largest Muslim population.So Bali is a strange place; it shouldn't even exist, but it does.Hinduism in Bali came from India via Java.Indian traders brought their religion to the East during the fourth century AD.The Javanese kings founded a powerful Hindu dynasty, and there is little left today, except for the magnificent ruins of the Borobudur temple. In the 16th century, an Islamic riot swept the area. Members of the Hindu royal family who worshiped Shiva fled Java and fled to Bali in groups. Later generations called this period the Majapahit Exodus.The upper-class Javanese brought only their royal family, artisans, and priests to Bali - so it is not an exaggeration to say that every Balinese is descended from a king, priest, or artist.This is where the pride and talent of the Balinese come from.