Chapter 28 Indonesian Stories (27)

"I don't know," he said, "about 1920?" (Which makes him about a hundred and twelve now. I think we're close to finding out...) "I love this girl, Lily. She's beautiful, but she's a bad character. She just wants money. She's after another boy. She's always lying. I think she's got a secret, and no one can see it. She stopped loving me and ran away with another boy. I was so sad and heartbroken. I prayed and prayed to my 4 brothers why she didn't love me anymore? Then one of the brothers told me the truth. He said, "She's not your real woman.Be patient. "So I waited patiently and found my wife, a beautiful, good woman who has always been good to me. We have never had a fight, the family has always been peaceful and harmonious, and she is always smiling. Even when the family is short of money, she is always Smiling and saying how happy it made her to see me. I was so sad when she passed away."

"Are you crying?" "Only shed a few tears. But I meditated to clear away the pain in my body. I meditated for her soul. Although sad, but happy. I visited her every day during my meditation, and even kissed her. She had a relationship with me. The only woman who had sex. So I don't know...what's that word today?" "Talk about love." "Yes, love. I don't know about love, Lily!" "So this isn't your area of ​​expertise?" "What do you mean, the word? Professional?" I finally sat down with my eldest sister and told her about my fundraising for her house.I explained my birthday wish, showed her a list of all my friends, and told her the final amount raised: $18,000.First, she was shocked and looked sad.It is strange but true that sometimes strong emotions can cause us to react illogically to unexpected news.This is the sheer value of human emotion—major events of joy, which sometimes show upright trauma on the Richter scale;The news I just passed to my eldest sister was so unbearable for her that she almost accepted it as a sad event, so I sat with her for several hours and told her the whole story again and again, Keep showing her the fundraising numbers until she starts to get the facts.

Her first clear reaction (I mean, even before she realized she was about to have a garden and started crying), was to say hastily, "Please, Lily, you have to explain to everyone who is helping fundraisers that This is not my sister's house. This house belongs to everyone who helps my sister. If anyone comes to Bali, no one is allowed to stay in a hotel, okay? You invite them to come to my house, okay? Promise me to tell them Oh! We call our house a "group house"..."a house for all"..." Then she realized that she could own the garden, and she cried. Slowly, however, she began to experience joy, as if shaking the emotions out of her purse.Had she had a home, she would have had a small study for all her medical books, a traditional medicine room, a decent dining room with real tables and chairs (as she had sold the good old ones to pay for the divorce lawyer fee).If she had a home, she would finally be included in the Lonely Planet guidebook; they kept trying to mention her services but couldn't because she didn't have a permanent address for them to include in the book.If only there was a home, Tutti could throw a birthday party next time!

Then she was calm and serious again. "Xiao Li, how should I thank you? I am willing to give you everything. If I have a husband I love, if you need a man, I will give you my husband." "Keep the husband, ma'am. Just let Tutti go to college." "What would I do if you weren't here?" But I "always" come here.I am reminded of one of my favorite Sufi poems, which says that God long ago drew a circle around where you are standing right now.I will never stop coming here.This is what was meant to happen. "Where are you going to build your new house?" I asked.

Just like a young football fan has always taken a fancy to a certain baseball glove in the window, or a fantasy girl has been designing her own wedding dress since she was thirteen, a big sister has long known which piece of land she wants to buy.That location is in the center of a nearby village, connected to public water and electricity, and there is a good school nearby for Tuti to go to school. Because it is located in the center, patients and guests can find her on foot.She said her brothers would help build the house.She has also picked out paint for the master bedroom. So we went to a Frenchman who was a financial advisor and real estate professional, and he kindly suggested the best way to send money.His suggestion was to take a simple way, transfer money directly from my bank account to my eldest sister's bank account, and let her buy the land or house she wanted, so I don't have to worry about owning assets in Indonesia.As long as each remittance does not exceed 10,000 yuan, the IRS and Bureau of Investigation will not suspect me of laundering money for drugs.Then we went to the small bank where the older sister belonged and discussed with the manager how to set up the wire transfer.The bank manager finally said neatly: "Sister, after the wire transfer is completed, in a few days, your bank account will have 180 million rupees."