Communications Intelligence
cukong middle-man, broker
DIA Defense Intelligence Agency
dukun unlicensed herbalist who casts spells
El Nino devastating weather pattern.
Fatwah religious statement of condemnation
Golok field knife of sword length
ha-Mossad le-Modiin ule
Tafkidim Meyuhadim Institute for Intelligence and Special Tasks
Haji one who has completed the pilgrimage to Mecca
hati goreng fried liver
Ibu mother, respectful form for older woman
kain batik sarong
Kalimantan Indonesian Borneo
KOPASSUS Indonesian Army Special Forces
KOSTRAD Indonesian Army Strategic Forces
kretek clove cigarette
La Nina El Nino’s twin sister - opposing weather pattern
Lohor one of the five prayer periods, around 1330 hours.
magrib sunset
mas friend, you
Mufti Muharam Islamic religious/political party
nasi rice
nasi goreng fried rice
NSA National Security Agency
Nusantara early name for Indonesia ( Java to the east)
Ombar-Wetar deep submarine trench off Timor
Oom uncle - idiomatic term for older male
Ora Et Labora a school in Jakarta
Pancaroba The Fifth Season
Pak abbreviation of Bapak
Pancasila the five basic principles underlying Indonesian life
paru-paru lung
pribumi indigenous person - son of the soil
Perkarya Party (Perkumpulan Karya) Workers’ Party
rakyat the people, the masses
sambal sharp spice
sate meat, chicken, cooked on skewers
Selamatan blessing ceremony
Selamat Pagi good morning
selamat datang welcome
sialan! damn!
surat-kaleng anonymous note
terima kasih thank you
‘Kemarau setahun dihapuskan oleh hujan sehari.’
A year’s drought can be washed from the memory by just one day of rain.
Indonesian Proverb
Prologue
A hushed calm permeated the eager assembly, silencing soft whispers of disbelief that the rumors had any substance. The President moved forward slowly, his fatigue apparent as he removed his glasses and gently rubbed troubled eyes.
From Jakarta to Washington and across the Atlantic to Europe, tens of millions sat transfixed to their television screens mesmerized, as another ancient prophecy was fulfilled, when the former general announced that he would step down from office immediately, ending his thirty-two year reign over the world’s largest Moslem nation, the Republic of Indonesia.
Moments later, with the world as his witness, the Javanese ruler stepped back from center stage, smiled tiredly, and surrendered the country to his deputy.
Holding the Holy Koran and clutching his over-sized pici nervously, Mr.L.B. Hababli was sworn in and became the Indonesian President, rendering most observers speechless at the speed with which the transfer of power had been effected.
The seeds had been sown; the bitter harvest inevitable. Indonesian women of ethnic Chinese origins would learn to mark this day as the beginning of their journey into hell.
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Chapter One
May 1989
The False Prophet
Shimmering, layered-mirages accompanied the windless, cloudless sky as the land below surrendered to the heat of the day, the once-fertile, but now cracked and spoiled paddy-fields silent evidence of the pestilence which had overtaken the scorched countryside. Rodents, grasshoppers, snakes and other unpleasant residents occupied their temporary haven, revelling in the absence of their natural enemy, man, content to feed in the shadows of his disaster.
Blistering sun burned its way through the dry, volcanic soil, leaving fields of desperation, barren because of nature’s irreversible effects. The land had become desolate; the farmers feared the one responsible they had come to know as El Nino as they struggled to preserve their beliefs, praying that this unwelcome stranger would soon depart their land, and permit their lesser gods to return. It was as if some angry stranger had cast a giant, unyielding, suffocating net across the nation. It would seem certain that they would all perish.
The seasons had become confused. Without warning, persistent, dry, equatorial skies tormented when there should have been rain. Evening storms, which once signaled the Pancaroba, mysteriously vanished, taking with them their thunderous cries which heralded the fall of life-giving rain. These ominous signs cast doubt, then fear, as the fertile valleys of Java became dry, and the descendants of those who had migrated to the tropical paradise millenniums before, suddenly became afraid as their beliefs failed, and their gods deserted them.
As the winds of change swept through remnants of these ancient Javanese kingdoms once known as Nusantara, there were those who were reminded of the Twelfth Century prophecies of Joyoboyo, and his predictions of the five kings.
“The kingdom of Java would be subjected to claim by a fair-skinned race. The first of two kings would rise and lead his people from their four centuries of serfdom. Another would be born at that time to release the people from their spiritual bondage. A third would appear from the shadows, as a thief in the night, and feed his family from the fat of the land. Then, in chaos, a weak prince, not of their blood, would be anointed by others to stand in their place.
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