Thursday, November 30, 2006
LIFE - Mind Of A Mankind - Chapter Six
A FUGITIVE
It is most important that you search for happiness.
Wealth is easy to search but happiness is difficult.
An Advised By Mbah Eton (A Spirit Entity)
It is most important that you search for happiness.
Wealth is easy to search but happiness is difficult.
An Advised By Mbah Eton (A Spirit Entity)
Jombang, East Java - September 1992
I fled to Jakarta, Indonesia, in the early morning of 20th August 1992. Noorasmah did not know about my intention of fleeing from Singapore after I had sent her to her eldest sister's flat at Ang Mo Kio. In fact that particular day, in my mind, I had no plan to flee but while I was driving along the expressway, I had thought about the money that I was supposed to return to the investors. I knew I had insufficient cash for I had used it for earlier payments to the investors, business, entertainments and oversea trips to Jakarta. I was too tired and exhausted of running around collecting cash and waiting for the others who knew me personally to cash in their investment collected from those people who had entrusted their cash with them. I lacked of sleep and I lost some weights too. I looked like a Zombie.
Normally, we would arrange to meet at any five stars hotel for this project and later we would go home when payments and collections of cash were completed. That day, I knew I would be in trouble for most of them would prefer to have their capitals and profits paid to them. They would like to see their cash instead of rolling it over to the next investment project that I had scheduled, which I would normally do to entice them with a higher profits margin and to prolong the investment scheme while I source for new investors directly or indirectly. That morning of 20th August 1992, I have had enough worries and troubles with my own creation of bogus investment scam. I decided to end all this for I had feared that my life would be at stake when I failed to pay their money plus profits.
So while driving, my mind was in chaostic states and within my heart, I could feel a voice was whispering to me to flee from Singapore continuously non-stop. I ended up at the Singapore Long Season Parking complex on the third floor near near Changi International Airport of Terminal One. I stopped the car engine and thought for quite awhile about my intention of fleeing. I called my wife for I felt that I needed to hear her voice for the last time before I left her. She did not have any idea of what was about to happen. That day I was supposed to fetch her from her sister's place after her driving test. I left without any noticed because I knew she would not let me go if I told her the truth. She did not even know about my troubles and the crime I had committed until my own close-colleagues, investors and police had informed her about it. I had fled before they made a police report against me.
I switched off my motorola handphone and placed it inside the car front compartment. I cleared my car and brought along all the investment papers with me, which I had put it in my dunhill briefcase. It was so coincidental that I had a small hand carried luggage with the clothings that my wife had packed the previous night. That evening we were supposed to return to the spiritual healer's flat at Marsiling for the healing session. I closed the car doors and left the Mercedez Benz 280 SE at the carpark. I went to the SIA counter and bought the latest flight out that was available. I left Singapore around 10.00 a.m. and I only had S$8000 my wallet.
When the plane took off from Changi International Airport, I felt like a man without any past. I knew I could not return to Singapore again unless I was willing and prepared to face imprisonment.
I met Yani at Jakarta in April 1992 when I went for a ship cruised to Indonesia and a three days holiday trip in Jakarta. It was my first visit to Indonesia. She was only nineteen years old and I was twenty-nine years old. She was a Javanese from one of the province in East Java. She worked as a dance hostess at Hailai Executive Nightclub to earn good income for her father and four younger siblings at her village. She had only worked there for only about a month when I knew her. That was the first time I had patronised a nightclub with my sales manager and my investor colleagues that invested with me in my bogus investment scam. I paid for all their expenses except for their dance hostess fees and tips.
Yani knew that I was a married man. I told her about my estrangement with my wife. She was formerly a Muslim but later she converted to the Roman Catholic faith while working as a baby sitter or nanny for a well do to family in Jakarta for many years. Her employer and later more like a guardian, was a Christian so Yani had converted to that faith because she felt that since she was like an adopted daughter to her old lady guardian, she felt that it was her duty to please that foster mother of hers. But later she left her because she was so strict and possessive in administering Yani's life. That was her downfall and she rented a room in Tebet district of Jakarta. Her landlords became like her foster family. She was very young and she worked as a salesgirl in retail shop for awhile before she worked as a dance hostess. She wanted to earn more money for her family and for herself. It was insufficient for to sustain a life in Jakarta while looking for a better future for her family back home and for herself.
So after I knew Yani just for that particular day, whether fate or the Will of God took its effect, she became my mistress. After our acquaintance, I often flew to Jakarta for a rendezvous with Yani. I had lied to Noorasmah that I had a future business plans and meetings in Jakarta. She was unaware of my extramarital affair until the day I fled to Indonesia.
On the day I fled, I wanted to meet Yani and informed her about my intention of fleeing from Singapore and to elope together with her. I wanted to know whether she was willing to follow me. If she had refused, I would probably return to Singapore again and faced the music. I had told her that if I returned to Singapore she would probably be unable to see me again. I did not tell her exactly what I had committed and what would happen to me should I return to Singapore. I only informed her that my business and life was going down the drain and she trying to calm me down but I refused to let her know more than she should know what really had happened in Singapore. It was my fault for not talking to her sincerely that I was a con man and the money that I had was all a made belief for my own delusionised dream to materialise, to boost my own false ego-eccentricity megalomania image as a successful businessman and a millionaire. She thought that I was really a millionaire for we spend the money like water and I had provided her with some cash to sustain her life in Jakarta while I was away. She had trusted me and she thought that I was a scruplous gentleman. So, that very day of August 20th 1992, she had agreed to my suggestion and we loped together. We left Jakarta because my close colleagues knew the residence of Yani. We left Jakarta and headed for her village in East Java.
We headed to the small town of Solo in East Java. We reached there in the early morning of 21st August 1992. There we stayed in a small hotel called Sakar Ayu, near the bus terminally in Solo. Our idea was to search for Yani's long lost mother, Suparti. She left her family when Yani was only a little girl of ten years old. The day when her village was struck by a ferocious storm, her house collapsed and her mother left them in destitute without informing her family. Suparti also had some family problems with her younger brother who frequently had always tormented her for family wealth to be under his name, though he was living in a larger family house next to his sister. He was actually trying to make Suparti to sell their small piece of land that Suparti had built a house for her family. Suparti's husband had no right to the land for he was considered an outsider though he was Suparti's husband. He came from a poor family too and that was considered among Javanese villagers as a man without any wealth or future, eventhough he was quite popular in his own village as the actor. He, Kino, Suparti's younger brother, was a drunk and an aggresive gambler too. He was supposedly the "Jago" or champion in his village. It was his idea that male member of the Javanese family had every right to tell his sister to do as he wish. Their parents were old people and they left all their wealth to Kino, the only son in the family.
Suparti had worked hard for her family. She was a small businesswoman who had some commodities of raw white rice and she would go around the neighbourhood in the village to take orders. Yani's father, Pak Sardi was a traditional Javanese Opera actor in their village. His fees was insufficient to support his family and yet he was addicted to gambling. Sometimes Yani would follow her mother in the middle of the night to seek for her father at the gambling den to force him to return home. So all these problems had actually caused Suparti's to leave her family that night quietly when the ferocious storm hit the village. She was like a woman who had lost all hopes to live perhaps and then left her family without any sign.
Since then Yani had long for her mother's love and she felt guilty for being unable to help her mother. And Yani did confessed to me that she was very young that time to understand her mother's love for her when her mother fiercely scolded her for being mischievous. She had never abused Yani physically. Yani had realised that pure love of her mother for her when she became a young beautiful woman. And later she had found out that her father, Pak Sardi, was not her biological father. Her unknown biological father could not marry Suparti because he was a son of a wealthy family. Yani was an illegitimate daughter and Yani's grandparents had persuaded Pak Sardi to marry Suparti in order to concealed the family good name and honour.
We went to search for Yani's mother, Suparti, at the wet market in Solo and in the past there was a rumour that Suparti was being taken care by an elderly man who was living in Solo. She was supposedly helping him in some small business, a small stall selling some commodities in the wet market in Solo. He supposedly was trying to help Suparti to regain her full health again physically and mentally. The stranger did actually came to meet Suparti's family but left no words of his residence, maybe due to fact that Suparti wanted her whereabouts to be unknown to her own family. Pak Sardi himself had informed Yani that he did really tried all his best to search for her mother but there was no news about her. I suspected that maybe Yani's mother wanted to divorce him too and later when he discovered that, he told his children that their mother had disappeared without a trace. I think Yani did not know about this but I guessed it was his fault too that Suparti left her family in search of a better future.
So, at the end, after staying at Sakar Ayu Hotel for about a week, we headed for Yani's village at Madiun, East Java. We had failed our attempt in search of Yani's mother. There were a number of small wet markets in Solo and I wanted Yani to look for her mother for one reason, to bring Suparti home to her family. Then Yani and I could love her like a family. During my stay at the hotel, I was like a man reflecting and reflecting of what I had done. Even during the bus journey to Solo, I was very silent because my mind was thinking of Noorasmah. I had left her without any words too just like Suparti left her own family.
We stayed at Yani's village house for about three days. We knew that Yani's landlords at Jakarta would yield to those people who were looking for us eventhough we had informed them specifically not to reveal Yani's village address to those people no matter what happened. And besides that, the head villager wanted to see my identity certificate to justify my stay in their village. It was a regulation they adhere should any stranger wanted to stay in that village. At the end, they denied me to stay stay there longer because I was not married to Yani yet. That was only an excuse from them to get some fast cash from me and denied them the opportunity to do that on me. So we decided to leave Yani's family at the village and checked into a small hotel in Madiun town, called Merdeka Hotel. True enough, my sales manager managed to locate us with the help of Yani's uncle, Kino. Yani's family did not know about our problems.
Din was accompanied by Yani's supposedly good friend, Kenny. She knew her while working at Hailai Executive Nightclub. Kenny was the mistress of one of my close colleague who had followed me to Jakarta in April 1992. He was infactuated with Kenny. He was also a married man with one son. His wife found out about his extramarital affair after the whole bogus scam had blown apart in the open. He often took a trip to Jakarta for this reason and his wife thought that he had some business dealings in Jakarta too.
Din had queried me that night whether I was willing to return home to Singapore because the investors were looking for me. Din and the others would be in trouble should I failed to return to Singapore to explain about the investment money. And he came in peace to meet me. Din and the others did not know about the bogus scam until I told them about it. They were so shocked to learn about that secret and most of them abandoned me after they had found out about it. They were too terrified but they did not informed their investors about it for they thought that I had the capacity to pay the investors their money back. And they had trusted me but at the end, I fled from them quietly. So that night, Din had asked me why I should involve Yani and her family with my problem. They did not know anything about the real deep trouble that I was involved. So, why not returned to Singapore and face the music. Din had actually spoken to me like this, "Zul, I cannot stand toether with you anymore if you fail to return with me to Singapore. If you refuse to come with me, then I have to stand together with the investors." I thought about what he had said and my replied to him and to the others was, "Tell the others that I'm not coming back. Its not your fault or their fault. I've plan to stay in Indonesia and never to return to Singapore again. So, I want you and the rest, to make a police report, and point the fingers at me."
We left the hotel in the early morning. I told Din and he gave me some cash of S$500 for he knew I had insufficient cash in my pocket. Yani and I bid him farewell and we caught a trishaw to go to the bus terminal. Once there, we took a bus to Surabaya. We went to so many places and stayed in many hotels in Java. We were so uncertain of our future and our destiny. Then in the early part of September 1992, we temporarily stayed with a farmer with his family in Jombang. His wife was a spiritual healer too.
I fled to Jakarta, Indonesia, in the early morning of 20th August 1992. Noorasmah did not know about my intention of fleeing from Singapore after I had sent her to her eldest sister's flat at Ang Mo Kio. In fact that particular day, in my mind, I had no plan to flee but while I was driving along the expressway, I had thought about the money that I was supposed to return to the investors. I knew I had insufficient cash for I had used it for earlier payments to the investors, business, entertainments and oversea trips to Jakarta. I was too tired and exhausted of running around collecting cash and waiting for the others who knew me personally to cash in their investment collected from those people who had entrusted their cash with them. I lacked of sleep and I lost some weights too. I looked like a Zombie.
Normally, we would arrange to meet at any five stars hotel for this project and later we would go home when payments and collections of cash were completed. That day, I knew I would be in trouble for most of them would prefer to have their capitals and profits paid to them. They would like to see their cash instead of rolling it over to the next investment project that I had scheduled, which I would normally do to entice them with a higher profits margin and to prolong the investment scheme while I source for new investors directly or indirectly. That morning of 20th August 1992, I have had enough worries and troubles with my own creation of bogus investment scam. I decided to end all this for I had feared that my life would be at stake when I failed to pay their money plus profits.
So while driving, my mind was in chaostic states and within my heart, I could feel a voice was whispering to me to flee from Singapore continuously non-stop. I ended up at the Singapore Long Season Parking complex on the third floor near near Changi International Airport of Terminal One. I stopped the car engine and thought for quite awhile about my intention of fleeing. I called my wife for I felt that I needed to hear her voice for the last time before I left her. She did not have any idea of what was about to happen. That day I was supposed to fetch her from her sister's place after her driving test. I left without any noticed because I knew she would not let me go if I told her the truth. She did not even know about my troubles and the crime I had committed until my own close-colleagues, investors and police had informed her about it. I had fled before they made a police report against me.
I switched off my motorola handphone and placed it inside the car front compartment. I cleared my car and brought along all the investment papers with me, which I had put it in my dunhill briefcase. It was so coincidental that I had a small hand carried luggage with the clothings that my wife had packed the previous night. That evening we were supposed to return to the spiritual healer's flat at Marsiling for the healing session. I closed the car doors and left the Mercedez Benz 280 SE at the carpark. I went to the SIA counter and bought the latest flight out that was available. I left Singapore around 10.00 a.m. and I only had S$8000 my wallet.
When the plane took off from Changi International Airport, I felt like a man without any past. I knew I could not return to Singapore again unless I was willing and prepared to face imprisonment.
I met Yani at Jakarta in April 1992 when I went for a ship cruised to Indonesia and a three days holiday trip in Jakarta. It was my first visit to Indonesia. She was only nineteen years old and I was twenty-nine years old. She was a Javanese from one of the province in East Java. She worked as a dance hostess at Hailai Executive Nightclub to earn good income for her father and four younger siblings at her village. She had only worked there for only about a month when I knew her. That was the first time I had patronised a nightclub with my sales manager and my investor colleagues that invested with me in my bogus investment scam. I paid for all their expenses except for their dance hostess fees and tips.
Yani knew that I was a married man. I told her about my estrangement with my wife. She was formerly a Muslim but later she converted to the Roman Catholic faith while working as a baby sitter or nanny for a well do to family in Jakarta for many years. Her employer and later more like a guardian, was a Christian so Yani had converted to that faith because she felt that since she was like an adopted daughter to her old lady guardian, she felt that it was her duty to please that foster mother of hers. But later she left her because she was so strict and possessive in administering Yani's life. That was her downfall and she rented a room in Tebet district of Jakarta. Her landlords became like her foster family. She was very young and she worked as a salesgirl in retail shop for awhile before she worked as a dance hostess. She wanted to earn more money for her family and for herself. It was insufficient for to sustain a life in Jakarta while looking for a better future for her family back home and for herself.
So after I knew Yani just for that particular day, whether fate or the Will of God took its effect, she became my mistress. After our acquaintance, I often flew to Jakarta for a rendezvous with Yani. I had lied to Noorasmah that I had a future business plans and meetings in Jakarta. She was unaware of my extramarital affair until the day I fled to Indonesia.
On the day I fled, I wanted to meet Yani and informed her about my intention of fleeing from Singapore and to elope together with her. I wanted to know whether she was willing to follow me. If she had refused, I would probably return to Singapore again and faced the music. I had told her that if I returned to Singapore she would probably be unable to see me again. I did not tell her exactly what I had committed and what would happen to me should I return to Singapore. I only informed her that my business and life was going down the drain and she trying to calm me down but I refused to let her know more than she should know what really had happened in Singapore. It was my fault for not talking to her sincerely that I was a con man and the money that I had was all a made belief for my own delusionised dream to materialise, to boost my own false ego-eccentricity megalomania image as a successful businessman and a millionaire. She thought that I was really a millionaire for we spend the money like water and I had provided her with some cash to sustain her life in Jakarta while I was away. She had trusted me and she thought that I was a scruplous gentleman. So, that very day of August 20th 1992, she had agreed to my suggestion and we loped together. We left Jakarta because my close colleagues knew the residence of Yani. We left Jakarta and headed for her village in East Java.
We headed to the small town of Solo in East Java. We reached there in the early morning of 21st August 1992. There we stayed in a small hotel called Sakar Ayu, near the bus terminally in Solo. Our idea was to search for Yani's long lost mother, Suparti. She left her family when Yani was only a little girl of ten years old. The day when her village was struck by a ferocious storm, her house collapsed and her mother left them in destitute without informing her family. Suparti also had some family problems with her younger brother who frequently had always tormented her for family wealth to be under his name, though he was living in a larger family house next to his sister. He was actually trying to make Suparti to sell their small piece of land that Suparti had built a house for her family. Suparti's husband had no right to the land for he was considered an outsider though he was Suparti's husband. He came from a poor family too and that was considered among Javanese villagers as a man without any wealth or future, eventhough he was quite popular in his own village as the actor. He, Kino, Suparti's younger brother, was a drunk and an aggresive gambler too. He was supposedly the "Jago" or champion in his village. It was his idea that male member of the Javanese family had every right to tell his sister to do as he wish. Their parents were old people and they left all their wealth to Kino, the only son in the family.
Suparti had worked hard for her family. She was a small businesswoman who had some commodities of raw white rice and she would go around the neighbourhood in the village to take orders. Yani's father, Pak Sardi was a traditional Javanese Opera actor in their village. His fees was insufficient to support his family and yet he was addicted to gambling. Sometimes Yani would follow her mother in the middle of the night to seek for her father at the gambling den to force him to return home. So all these problems had actually caused Suparti's to leave her family that night quietly when the ferocious storm hit the village. She was like a woman who had lost all hopes to live perhaps and then left her family without any sign.
Since then Yani had long for her mother's love and she felt guilty for being unable to help her mother. And Yani did confessed to me that she was very young that time to understand her mother's love for her when her mother fiercely scolded her for being mischievous. She had never abused Yani physically. Yani had realised that pure love of her mother for her when she became a young beautiful woman. And later she had found out that her father, Pak Sardi, was not her biological father. Her unknown biological father could not marry Suparti because he was a son of a wealthy family. Yani was an illegitimate daughter and Yani's grandparents had persuaded Pak Sardi to marry Suparti in order to concealed the family good name and honour.
We went to search for Yani's mother, Suparti, at the wet market in Solo and in the past there was a rumour that Suparti was being taken care by an elderly man who was living in Solo. She was supposedly helping him in some small business, a small stall selling some commodities in the wet market in Solo. He supposedly was trying to help Suparti to regain her full health again physically and mentally. The stranger did actually came to meet Suparti's family but left no words of his residence, maybe due to fact that Suparti wanted her whereabouts to be unknown to her own family. Pak Sardi himself had informed Yani that he did really tried all his best to search for her mother but there was no news about her. I suspected that maybe Yani's mother wanted to divorce him too and later when he discovered that, he told his children that their mother had disappeared without a trace. I think Yani did not know about this but I guessed it was his fault too that Suparti left her family in search of a better future.
So, at the end, after staying at Sakar Ayu Hotel for about a week, we headed for Yani's village at Madiun, East Java. We had failed our attempt in search of Yani's mother. There were a number of small wet markets in Solo and I wanted Yani to look for her mother for one reason, to bring Suparti home to her family. Then Yani and I could love her like a family. During my stay at the hotel, I was like a man reflecting and reflecting of what I had done. Even during the bus journey to Solo, I was very silent because my mind was thinking of Noorasmah. I had left her without any words too just like Suparti left her own family.
We stayed at Yani's village house for about three days. We knew that Yani's landlords at Jakarta would yield to those people who were looking for us eventhough we had informed them specifically not to reveal Yani's village address to those people no matter what happened. And besides that, the head villager wanted to see my identity certificate to justify my stay in their village. It was a regulation they adhere should any stranger wanted to stay in that village. At the end, they denied me to stay stay there longer because I was not married to Yani yet. That was only an excuse from them to get some fast cash from me and denied them the opportunity to do that on me. So we decided to leave Yani's family at the village and checked into a small hotel in Madiun town, called Merdeka Hotel. True enough, my sales manager managed to locate us with the help of Yani's uncle, Kino. Yani's family did not know about our problems.
Din was accompanied by Yani's supposedly good friend, Kenny. She knew her while working at Hailai Executive Nightclub. Kenny was the mistress of one of my close colleague who had followed me to Jakarta in April 1992. He was infactuated with Kenny. He was also a married man with one son. His wife found out about his extramarital affair after the whole bogus scam had blown apart in the open. He often took a trip to Jakarta for this reason and his wife thought that he had some business dealings in Jakarta too.
Din had queried me that night whether I was willing to return home to Singapore because the investors were looking for me. Din and the others would be in trouble should I failed to return to Singapore to explain about the investment money. And he came in peace to meet me. Din and the others did not know about the bogus scam until I told them about it. They were so shocked to learn about that secret and most of them abandoned me after they had found out about it. They were too terrified but they did not informed their investors about it for they thought that I had the capacity to pay the investors their money back. And they had trusted me but at the end, I fled from them quietly. So that night, Din had asked me why I should involve Yani and her family with my problem. They did not know anything about the real deep trouble that I was involved. So, why not returned to Singapore and face the music. Din had actually spoken to me like this, "Zul, I cannot stand toether with you anymore if you fail to return with me to Singapore. If you refuse to come with me, then I have to stand together with the investors." I thought about what he had said and my replied to him and to the others was, "Tell the others that I'm not coming back. Its not your fault or their fault. I've plan to stay in Indonesia and never to return to Singapore again. So, I want you and the rest, to make a police report, and point the fingers at me."
We left the hotel in the early morning. I told Din and he gave me some cash of S$500 for he knew I had insufficient cash in my pocket. Yani and I bid him farewell and we caught a trishaw to go to the bus terminal. Once there, we took a bus to Surabaya. We went to so many places and stayed in many hotels in Java. We were so uncertain of our future and our destiny. Then in the early part of September 1992, we temporarily stayed with a farmer with his family in Jombang. His wife was a spiritual healer too.
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