Not just a matter of the country’s blood-filled history and the problems that affected the lives of Indonesian political exiles who had to roam the world in search of a country willing to receive them. Literature Excerpt from “Pulang, a Novel”Įkalaya There was something about my father and Indonesia I had always wanted to understand. Bapak Prakosa viewed raising me as a unwanted duty but something he had to do for the beautiful woman he had taken from my father.
But he also wasn’t a person who gladly accepted the burden that the woman he married brought with her.
In our lives.īapak Prakosa was not an evil man, though his career in the military was not a profession that one would automatically find pleasing. Even though my father, my real bapak, Nugroho Dewantoro, had disappeared from our lives long before, this didn’t mean that I had to accept this man in my life. When Mother married Bapak Prakosa-whom I will never call “father”-I knew that my life would change. A home in the Tebet area of Jakarta where the man took her with the risk that she would chose to take me there as well. But that is where my mother was, still silently serving the man she calls her husband. A house filled with tension and disappointment.
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