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Dear Mr. Gates:
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Date: Wed, 7 January 2009 8:44 WesternIndonesiaTime Subject: Manokwari Earthquake, Questioning The Impact Of My Consent
U.S. Geological Survey (USGS) reported a magnitude 7.6 quake occurred some 150 km (95 miles) northeast of Manokwari in the Indonesian half of the island of New Guinea, at a depth of 35 km (21.7 miles). An official at Indonesia's meteorology agency said there were several quakes in the area during the night. The first 7.6-magnitude quake struck at 4:43 a.m. local time. I first obtained the news when watching the movie "Da Vinci Codes" on RCTI that was played after midnight on 5 January 2009. It appeared as the warning from Indonesian meteorology agency BMG, cutting the movie for several minutes. The name of the city, Manokwari, sounds to me like a question of "Firman, are you okay to become the casus belli like what happened in World War 1 ?". Because it happened after my previous letter of 28 December 2008, "From 'Casus Belli' To 'The Case Is Closed'", about the murder of an Austrian prince on June 1914 that became the trigger of World War 1. Such question could have been to test me, whether I am the kind of person who prefer to "If I failed, others should also failed, …….. if I should die, others should also die, among which through a World War 3". Of course, my answer to such question is obviously a clear "No", even if I should die soon in accordance with my consent, I hope it would not become the trigger of any disasters, not even a World War 3.
Date: Wed, 7 January 2009 9:15 WesternIndonesiaTime Subject: Anggrek Street Meeting Of 17 January 2009
On 17January 2009, my Gemilang 77 friends, the alumni of year 1977 of my senior high school, planned a monthly religious meeting in the house of Reno and Wista, at Anggrek Mawar street, BSD. The name of Anggrek street inevitably caused me to inform my friends that I will not attend, because in 2001 on the day I scanned a photo of a girl lived at another Anggrek street, a few hours later there was the disaster of WTC 911. It was the photo of Rila, a girl at that moment lived in Anggrek street, Cinere. I never knew her before, only met her several times in the Internet shop. There were some reasons for my interest in her. On 6 March 2001, I extended a painting to Rahma Sarita, accepted by herself at Metro TV, whereas at the back of the painting there was a sentence: "this painting is a part of A.M. Firmansyah’s proposing Rahma Sarita". After that, only twice did she answer my phone calls. The rest of it, more than ten times, she kept hanging up the phone whenever she heard my voice. It made me think that she just did not want me, I could be not the type of man she wanted. With those feeling of rejection, I began to think of someone else, a senior high school girl wearing veil whom I often met at an Internet shop. It was on 28 April 2001 when I was thinking of her while I was on a bus, and what a strange coincidence, a few minutes after I began to think of that girl, I saw her on the sidewalk, in front of a Wartel at Pondok Labu Market, not faraway from Al-Izhar school. I immediately stepped out of the bus, the traffic there was rather jammed so the bus moved slowly. But when I reached the place where she was, she had gone. I walked toward the traffic light approximately 100 meters away to get an angkot to get home, and what another surprise, she was there, nearby the traffic light. A 114 angkot came, I got in, and she happened to take the same angkot, with some other junior high school and senior high school children. In the morning of 9 June 2001, after Rahma still kept on hanging up my phone calls, I wrote a letter with the title: "take it easy, this is the last letter, unless you want it more……". A few hours later in the evening I contacted Rahma again by phone, and it was answered by a man introducing himself as her husband who just married her. On 20 June 2001, I met that senior high school girl wearing veil again, at an Internet shop in Cinere Mall. She was with some other friends. I walked behind her when she was crossing the street, and to my surprise, her other friends then left her alone waiting for the angkot. And when the angkot came, it happened to be not so much people inside. Once again, for the second time I was with her at the same angkot. A few minutes later, after she stepped out of the angkot, I managed to talk to her for the first time, while walking side by side toward her home. Her name was Ira. Approaching her home, she told me to stop there or her mother would be angry at her. 1 July 2001, for the first time I went to Ira’s house to send a letter, but she was not there, only her older sister and her younger brother. They told me that her name was not Ira, but Rila. Well, I might have a hearing problem. All of those activities of chasing Rila were also reported to Rahma, to make sure she would not feel worry that her marriage with someone else would break my heart. Early September 2001, when I printed some photos at Adore photo in the shopping houses across the street of Cinere Mall, I found a photo of Rila on the shelve. But I still had no idea what to do. 11 September 2001, after finally I got an idea to scan the photo of Rila, in the morning I borrowed it from Adore photo, scanned it at the Mall, and returned it. At home, I worked her photo using Adobe Photoshop, to make it better for a painting, adding some orchids because the street name "anggrek" has the meaning of orchid. A few hours later in the evening, there was a breaking-news at Metro TV, the WTC building was hit by a plane, followed by another plane hit the other WTC building around 15 minutes later.
It became like a reminder for me, because Rila's house is on the lower
part of Anggrek street, my getting there made me going down along the descending road, against my consent
to move up to the heaven above, to meet the end of my life, for the good of this world.
So, this month religious meeting of my senior high school friends in the house of Reno and Wista
at Anggrek Mawar street, BSD, becomes a chance for me to erase my mistake by not attending it. Just like when I
cancelled attending
a monthly meeting of December 2008 at Dijan Café, to erase my mistake of 2004, because in 2004 only 14 days after for the first time
I attending a reunion of my friends, there was the Tsunami on 26 December 2004.
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Thank's, A.M. Firmansyah Tel. +62812 183 1538
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