Storyteller

Next year, he says he will be 60 years old. And he expects us to come up with a huge birthday cake for him, complete with a stripper popping out of the cake after he blows the candle. This is his typical wittiness, a storyteller with stories that pleasantly doesn't make sense. White, short hair defines he age but his smile, fast-talking mouth and eventual laughter betrays the years of an aging man. He says he was there when the famous first white colonizer landed his huge ship on this shore. He was 26 years old then and the year was 1841. Or he would tell a story of ants that came from Cirebon. All the while, he keeps his laughter at a minimum expecting me to figure it out myself.