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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TINI, 29,&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;MAS POPO’s lovely sister&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TONO, 47, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the manager of ‘SAKANANE RESTO’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE DRIVER, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;around 20, a big with a lot of tattoo on his body&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PASSENGER 1, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;no particular age, but young would be nice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PASSENGER 2, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;newly leave boy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PASSENGER 3, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;one who was vomit in DAMRI&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRODO, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;a kind of monkey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PARKING MAN, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;around 37, simply and hard worker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA’S DADDY, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;54, wise, well dressed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTE&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;MAS POPO, MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; and &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; are best friends since they were born in this world. They are always together no matter what happen in the world. They are always being “the trouble maker” for anybody in anywhere and any situation. They sometimes do stupid things that make someone else angry. And now, they are being the student of “MASKULIN UNIVERSITY”. The combination of the stupid &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;, the playboy &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; and the nightmare voice &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; made them called “&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE MASKENTHEER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;”that always do the stupid things that can made them in trouble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCENE 1&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Early morning on Friday 13, in a big green house this is completed with beautiful garden and swimming pool. A black car is parked in front of the house. Nothing special about this house but let’s see what happen inside.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TINI&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;screaming&lt;/i&gt;). Aarrgh!! It must be &lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt;’s creation. (&lt;b&gt;TINI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; go to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;’s room immediately calling &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;many times&lt;/i&gt;). &lt;b&gt;MAS POPO! MAS POPO! MAS POPO! &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;When&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;TINI&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;arrived in&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt;’s &lt;i&gt;room, she found that&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;MAS POPO &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;was sleeping. She was pushing&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt;’s &lt;i&gt;body until he fall down but he keep sleeping&lt;/i&gt;). Oh, God! You sleep like e dead. (&lt;b&gt;TINI &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;get more and angrier so she ran to take a bucket of water. She would splash the water on his face and Byuuur&lt;/i&gt;..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;shocking&lt;/i&gt;). Oatz! What’s wrong with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TINI&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;in a bad tempered&lt;/i&gt;). Get out of my house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt;. What’s the problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TINI&lt;/b&gt;. Are you mad? You gave my little baby a bottle of beer. He is very drunk now and it is hard for me to forgive you this time so get out of my house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt;. Are you sure wanted to eliminate me from your house, my lovely siesta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TINI&lt;/b&gt;. What?? Stupid question! Of course, I’m very sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCENE 2&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Finally&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; MAS POPO &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;got out of his sister’s house and went to campus. In a campus’s corner with a lot of shading and of course many couple are in love until they don’t know that &lt;/i&gt;‘&lt;b&gt;THE THREE MASKENTHEER&lt;/b&gt;’ &lt;i&gt;have arrived there&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;MAS POPO &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;met his two best friends there&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;MAS LANA &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE MASKENTHEER&lt;/b&gt; . Pal, I was thrown out of my house. (&lt;i&gt;They get surprise and starring each other&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt;. Pal, I’m more convince that God create us to be together all the time during in our life. (&lt;i&gt;They are hugging each other like in the movie in “&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;TELETUBBIES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;”. The sweetest thing in this story&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;explaining&lt;/i&gt;). I was thrown out because I made my nephew got drunk. I gave him a bottle of beer when he was crying as if he wishes somebody come to give him something to cure his dry throat. And I’m, &lt;b&gt;MAS POPO &lt;/b&gt;who be a little fairy for my nephew but my kindness made my sister angry and here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt;. You are totally sick! I think you must repair your brain until it can work properly, hwahahaha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;annoying&lt;/i&gt;). Don’t laugh at me like that! So what is your problem with your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt;. I made my Daddy in a high tempered. I sold his lovely chicken and I use that money to buy a play station’s cassette “&lt;b&gt;The Adventure of Dani and Maya&lt;/b&gt;”. Ooh my dreamed cassette, finally I can get that but I was thrown out by my Daddy..hikz…hikz…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt;. Cup…Cup…Cup… (&lt;i&gt;Trying to calm&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;down&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;to&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO&lt;/b&gt;). How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO&lt;/b&gt;. Because I was sang when I was taking a bath. (&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;keeps silent as if he understands what&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;mean&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt;. What do you mean? I don’t understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO&lt;/b&gt;. Because of my voice &lt;b&gt;FRODO &lt;/b&gt;was dying. It is ridiculous but that’s the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt;. You mean &lt;b&gt;FRODO&lt;/b&gt; your little sister’s monkey? Hwahahahaha…… How stupid we are!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCENE 3&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;After that unexpected experience, they want to prove to their family that they can live without their help. They are thinking to find a job in the following day. Let’s continue their stupid adventure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;suggesting&lt;/i&gt;). Guys, lets find a job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO&lt;/b&gt;. What can we do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;giving his greatest idea&lt;/i&gt;). Aaahaaaa…. How about working in a restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;mocking&lt;/i&gt;). How smart are you? It is rarely happen in your life, right? Congratulation, my Pal! Hwahahahaha……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO &lt;/b&gt;. Heh??? (&lt;i&gt;Many question mark in &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt;’&lt;i&gt;s brain, he still don’t know what they were laughing about&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;in his spirit&lt;/i&gt;). OK! Let’s do it, guys! (&lt;b&gt;THREE MASKENTHEER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;went to “Sakanane Resto”. They would like to apply for a job there. And luckily they were accepted on that restaurant as a ‘dishes washer’. They were work as good as they could. Firstly, it was running smoothly but in the middle of their work&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;MAS POPO &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;splashed the dishes’s water to&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt;’&lt;i&gt;s face&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;replied that action. And finally they got chaos in the back sink until the place was getting dirty and disgusting. Because of noisy,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;TONO&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;the manager looked out what was happening. He decided to go to back sink and unfortunately Byuuuur…..a bucket of water was poured onto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; TONO&lt;/b&gt;’&lt;i&gt;s body. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE MASKENTHEER&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;were staring each other&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;apologizing&lt;/i&gt;). Oh, God! I’m so sorry, Sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TONO &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;saying in a bad tempered&lt;/i&gt;). Aaargh!!! All of you are fired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;trying to explain&lt;/i&gt;). But… (&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;TONO &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;has left the room and them gone sadly…)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCENE 4&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Another best experience has passed. On Wednesday 15, they have arrived in”PASARAYA GRANDE”. It was the brightest day during this scene. Suddenly, priitt….priitt….priitt….A parking man was parking a car in the sun parking area and this situation became the good inspiration for&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;You want to know what kind of inspiration that&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;gets? Let’s see!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;saying in the best action as a hero that has already saved the world&lt;/i&gt;). My Pal, I have a good job to do and it seems to be easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;asking at the same time&lt;/i&gt;). What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt;. As a ‘parking man’! hwahahaha….is it good enough, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;saying in a big smile&lt;/i&gt;). Let’s do it again, guys! (&lt;i&gt;And after a while…&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;to&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO&lt;/b&gt;). It seems to be a good job. It is easy job right? Until a car was hitting a hydrant because of MAS LANA’s careless. He parked a car while he saw a beautiful and sexy lady walking through the parking area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;shouting&lt;/i&gt;). Damn!! God!! Bitchy girl!! I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE DRIVER &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;angrily&lt;/i&gt;). What have you done? God damn it! You stupid dumb old jerk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;apologizing&lt;/i&gt;). I’m sorry, Sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE DRIVER&lt;/b&gt;. What? You make my car broken and you just said ‘sorry’. How easy it is! (&lt;i&gt;Fuss and hot debate were happened between&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; MAS LANA &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; THE DRIVER&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; MAS DIPO&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;just are good spectators. After a couple of hour, they were reaching a deal&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;b&gt; MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;would change all of the financial loss that he has made.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;THREE MASKENTHEER&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;gone sadly….They kept walking and walking until a very bad voice break the loneliness&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;asking in a bad voice&lt;/i&gt;). What will we do next? (&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;MAS LANA &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;kept in silence, no one answered his question&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;gets bored and desperate until he revealed an idea&lt;/i&gt;). Lets continue our life begin with being a ‘street singer’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt;. Aahaaa…..Great!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt;. Its show time, guys. (&lt;i&gt;A guitar, a bottle aqua and &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO&lt;/b&gt;’&lt;i&gt;s voice became their capital as a street singer beginner. Inside DAMRI, a good music was played in a good rhythm but when &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;begin to sing, Oatz…like a bomb that ever happened in Bali, everybody has shocked&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PASSENGER 1 &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;shouting&lt;/i&gt;). Huuuu……Huuuu…… (&lt;i&gt;Everybody in that bus was shouting and mumbling. One passenger got dying until he already vomits because of&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO&lt;/b&gt;’&lt;i&gt;s voice&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PASSENGER 2&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;mocking&lt;/i&gt;). Hey!! Is that your bad voice or very bad voice? (&lt;i&gt;All of the passengers were laughing&lt;/i&gt;). Get out of this bus, Man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALL PASSENGERS&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;agreeing&lt;/i&gt;). Yes. Out! Out! Out! (&lt;i&gt;Finally, they got down from that bus. It was happen again, again and again until they got very tired and sleep under the bridge)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCENE 5&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Monday 16, a lot of unexpected experience that&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;THREE MASKENTHEER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;have passed. The cold whether was forced them to wake up early after the long night under the bridge. A wise decision has taken by them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt;. I can not stand it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt;. Yes, me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO&lt;/b&gt;. So do I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt;. Lets go back home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS DIPO&lt;/b&gt;. Yeah… You are right. There was no comfort and save place except home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS POPO&lt;/b&gt;. I will promise to my sister that I’ll never do those stupid things anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAS LANA&lt;/b&gt;. OK! Let’s move guys! (&lt;i&gt;They went back to their home. They kept their promise and live normally and finally this is the end of the adventure of&lt;/i&gt; THREE&lt;b&gt; MASKENTHEER&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;i&gt;C U Later&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136008779624255920-5939710975034046147?l=e-creativedrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-creativedrama.blogspot.com/feeds/5939710975034046147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136008779624255920&amp;postID=5939710975034046147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136008779624255920/posts/default/5939710975034046147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136008779624255920/posts/default/5939710975034046147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-creativedrama.blogspot.com/2008/05/veras-e-drama.html' title='Vera&apos;s E-drama'/><author><name>Siswo Harsono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06510582882857327019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136008779624255920.post-8657140789919165438</id><published>2008-03-03T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:31:19.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student's Miniplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Carrisa Andrelia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE TWO-TIME STORY&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PLAYERS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI, 20&lt;i&gt;, the trouble maker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     RUFI, 20&lt;i&gt;, Shari’s boy friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO, 20, &lt;i&gt;friend of Rufi and TTian, has an affair with Shari&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     TIAN, 20&lt;i&gt;, Rufi’s neighbor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     DONY, 22, &lt;i&gt;Shari’s’s nephew, friend of Vinno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     THE MAID, 20&lt;i&gt;, Shari’s maid&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SCENE 1. &lt;i&gt;At the beginning, a girl is alone on the stage. The stage is set a girl bedroom. The background is floral wallpaper. She holds her mobile phone, answering a call. She sits on the couch. Meanwhile &lt;/i&gt;VINNO&lt;i&gt; stands in the right side of the exit room of the stage. He is calling &lt;/i&gt;SHARI. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO. Hello.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;smiling&lt;/i&gt;). Hi! Who is this?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO. Vinno. How are you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;interesting&lt;/i&gt;). Fine, thanks. How about you? What are you doing right now?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO. I’m fine too. I’m in management program. Are you still studying in Semarang?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI. Of course, I am. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO. Who is your boy friend?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;lying&lt;/i&gt;). I’m single, bro. Would you be my match-maker? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO. Your what?? Come on.. Are you serious?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI. Sure, why not? I’ve been a single for 5 months.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO. You must be kidding.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;licking the lips&lt;/i&gt;). I’m not kidding. It’s true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO. Okay. Anyway, I have to eat my dish. I’ll call you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI. Okay. Bye. (VINNO&lt;i&gt; leaves the stage&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;SHARI&lt;i&gt; gazes to her mobile phone&lt;/i&gt;). Oh my Gosh, I can’t believe who was calling me recently. It is Vinno. He was my crush. Hope, he will call me again. (&lt;i&gt;Then, her cell phone chirps&lt;/i&gt;) Wew, it’s my boyfriend, Rufi. He sent a message. (&lt;i&gt;She replies sms and continues monologue&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;He knows Vinno too, because Rufi was his classmate when they’re in high school. I hope they two never meet again (&lt;i&gt;The maid enters the stage.) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     THE MAID. Excuse me, Miss. Someone wants to meet you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;looking questioningly&lt;/i&gt;). Who?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     THE MAID. He said that he is your nephew. I think his name is Dony.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI. Oh.. Sure, take him to my room. Thank you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     THE MAID. Certainly, Miss. (THE MAID &lt;i&gt;leaves the stage, &lt;/i&gt;DONY &lt;i&gt;enters.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     DONY. (&lt;i&gt;grinning&lt;/i&gt;) Hello, my beautiful nephew. Hope, I’m not disturbing you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI. Hi, bro. You see, I’m not busy. What makes you visit me here? It’s little bit strange. Are you in a trouble? What can I do for you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     DONY. Hey, don’t be so suspicious. I just want to be your match-maker.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;shocking&lt;/i&gt;). My match-maker?? With whom??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     DONY. Of course with Vinno. He’s nice and tall, like you. I think you two are right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;blushing&lt;/i&gt;). Uhm…… But I don’t think we can…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     DONY (&lt;i&gt;screaming&lt;/i&gt;). Why can’t? Vinno and you are single, right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;lying&lt;/i&gt;). Yeah. But………….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     DONY (&lt;i&gt;interrupting&lt;/i&gt;). Come on. I don’t wanna know. You are my nephew, he is my best friend. Anything else?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI. Okay. I’ll see what I can do. I can’t promise anything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     DONY (&lt;i&gt;smiling&lt;/i&gt;). Thanks. I’ll go to Vinno’s house. Bye.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI. Bye, bro. Be careful then. (DONY &lt;i&gt;leaves the &lt;/i&gt;stage) Oh God, what I must do. (&lt;i&gt;She shakes her head&lt;/i&gt;) I have a boyfriend already. (&lt;i&gt;She walks back and forth&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;then sits again and falls asleep.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SCENE 2. &lt;i&gt;The stage is full with shelves of DVD. It is arranged by the genre of the film. The background is window glasses which show the parking area of the DVD rental. There are some motorcycle and two cars. &lt;/i&gt;VINNO &lt;i&gt;enters the stage, viewing the kids section. Then &lt;/i&gt;RUFI &lt;i&gt;enters and sees &lt;/i&gt;VINNO. &lt;i&gt;He walks to him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     RUFI (&lt;i&gt;greeting friendly&lt;/i&gt;). Hi, Fella! What’s up? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO (&lt;i&gt;giving a welcoming hug&lt;/i&gt;). Fine, thanks. How about you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     RUFI (&lt;i&gt;smiling&lt;/i&gt;). Fine, too. Are you going to rent DVD?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO. Yeah, I return other films too. (&lt;i&gt;He pulls out his cell phone of the pocket of his shorts&lt;/i&gt;, RUFI &lt;i&gt;accidentally sees the wallpaper of &lt;/i&gt;VINNO’s &lt;i&gt;mobile&lt;/i&gt;) Anyway, I don’t have your newest number. Please, give it to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     RUFI (&lt;i&gt;seeing the wallpaper clearer&lt;/i&gt;). Okay. 0818xxxxx.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO (&lt;i&gt;pressing the key pad&lt;/i&gt;). I have saved it. (&lt;i&gt;He shows his cell phone&lt;/i&gt;) As matter of fact, I let u to guess who is the girl in my wallpaper?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     RUFI (&lt;i&gt;blinking in few second&lt;/i&gt;). Well………I think….. She is Shari?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO (&lt;i&gt;saying in a breathy, excited way&lt;/i&gt;). Definitely, she is. Who the hell are you thinking? (&lt;i&gt;He nods her head&lt;/i&gt;) What do you think? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     RUFI (&lt;i&gt;stares straight at him&lt;/i&gt;). I…..don’t……know…. I feel my head is spinning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO (&lt;i&gt;murmuring continuously&lt;/i&gt;). Oops. Sorry, I don’t mean to hurt you or to remind about your ex-girlfriend. I admire her and want to make her mine. I just want to hear your opinion. (&lt;i&gt;He sees &lt;/i&gt;RUFI &lt;i&gt;worriedly&lt;/i&gt;) Rufi?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     RUFI (&lt;i&gt;very carefully&lt;/i&gt;). I’m fine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO. I have called her and sent romantic messages to her recently. (TIAN &lt;i&gt;enters the stage.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     TIAN (&lt;i&gt;looking surprisingly&lt;/i&gt;). How ya doin’,dude? Long time no see.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO (&lt;i&gt;offering excitedly&lt;/i&gt;). I know. I think we have to hang out together sometimes, like when we were still in high school.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     TIAN (&lt;i&gt;asking innocently&lt;/i&gt;). Hey, do you know that Rufi and Shari have been together again?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO (&lt;i&gt;looking blankly&lt;/i&gt;). Gosh. Are you kidding? I think they have broken up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     TIAN (&lt;i&gt;explaining briefly&lt;/i&gt;). Yes, they were. But they get back together again. I never lie to you, bro!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     RUFI (&lt;i&gt;gazing expressionless&lt;/i&gt;). Tian, let’s go home. My head is spinning. I think I have headache.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     TIAN. Okey dokey, man! (&lt;i&gt;To&lt;/i&gt; VINNO) Bro, we have to say goodbye now. Glad to see you. Ciao!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO. Bye! See you around. (RUFI &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;TIAN &lt;i&gt;leave the stage first, and then &lt;/i&gt;VINNO.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SCENE 3. &lt;i&gt;On the stage there are two leather couches, one in the right side and the other is in front of it. A coffee table is between of them. There is a stand lamp in the corner of the right stage. The background is a small garden. They illustrate a living room. &lt;/i&gt;SHARI &lt;i&gt;enters the stage, she brings a magazine and her cell phone. Then she sits in the one of the couch. &lt;/i&gt;THE MAID &lt;i&gt;enters.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     THE MAID (&lt;i&gt;offering&lt;/i&gt;). What do you want to drink, Miss?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI. Um…. No, thanks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     THE MAID. If you need something, please call me, Miss. Excuse me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI. Okay. (THE MAID &lt;i&gt;leaves the stage, someone knocks the door&lt;/i&gt;) Who is that?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO. It’s me Vinno.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI. Oh.. Wait. (&lt;i&gt;She combs her hair with her fingers and tidies her clothes, then go to the right stage to welcome &lt;/i&gt;VINNO) Come in. Please, have a seat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO (&lt;i&gt;sitting carefully&lt;/i&gt;). Thank you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;smiling&lt;/i&gt;). Where have you been? What do you want to drink?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO. I have been in my brother house. Um… A glass of mineral water, please. (SHARI &lt;i&gt;leaves the stage and returns with a glass of mineral water, putting it in the table&lt;/i&gt;). Thanks, girl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;sitting&lt;/i&gt;). You’re welcome. What’s the matter?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO. Nothing. Have you had your lunch?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;blushing&lt;/i&gt;). Yeah. Thanks for your attention.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO. To my surprise, when I want a movie rental this afternoon I met one of your ex-boyfriend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;thinking&lt;/i&gt;). My ex-boyfriend? Who?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO. Rufi. I have known it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;surprising&lt;/i&gt;). You have known ? About what?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO. About your relationship with Rufi. I knew it from your friend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;feeling guilty&lt;/i&gt;). Oh..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO (&lt;i&gt;crying&lt;/i&gt;). For the God’s sake, why didn’t you tell me that you have retrieved Rufi again?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;confusing&lt;/i&gt;). Um… I was thinking to talk about it, but I wait the right time to say.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO (&lt;i&gt;repeating slowly&lt;/i&gt;). Wait the right time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;stammering&lt;/i&gt;). I’m just… I mean-if I met you earlier, you would hear it from me directly. I can explain it to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     VINNO. Ok. I understand. I think I have to go now, it’s getting dark. Bye.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI. All right. Bye. (VINNO &lt;i&gt;leaves the stage&lt;/i&gt;) Oh no. I’m dead. I’m such an idiot. Oh, God. (SHARI &lt;i&gt;leaves the stage, someone knocks the door, &lt;/i&gt;THE MAID &lt;i&gt;enters and faces the right stage.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     THE MAID. Good night. Who do you want to meet?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     RUFI. I wanna meet Shari. Is she inside?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     THE MAID. Yes. Please, wait. (THE MAID &lt;i&gt;leaves the stage&lt;/i&gt;, SHARI &lt;i&gt;enters.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;sitting beside him&lt;/i&gt;). Hi..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     RUFI. Hi.. Just talk to me. Honestly, what have you done with my friend?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI. I……haven’t done nothing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     RUFI. Come on, Babe. Let’s make clearer. What if my photograph is shown in other person’s mobile phone? What will you do?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;thinking&lt;/i&gt;). I will be proud if it happens, because it means I don’t choose the ugly boy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     RUFI. Oh my God. Please, don’t be so innocent. Talk to me. Pleeeeeaaaasssseeeeee…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI. Talk about what?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     RUFI. Yesterday, I met my friend He’s Vinno, you must know him. When I saw his cell phone, he showed to me that the wallpaper is your photograph.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI. Well, I don’t know about that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     RUFI. Admit it, Shari. Please…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;babbling&lt;/i&gt;). Honestly, I was like Vinno. I didn’t tell him that I have you, I have a boyfriend. I really apologize what I’ve done to you. I regret why I could do that. Please, forgive me. I don’t mean to hurt or to cheat on you. Will you forgive me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     RUFI (&lt;i&gt;shaking his head&lt;/i&gt;). Ok. Ok. I forgive you. Let’s start from the beginning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     SHARI (&lt;i&gt;smiling&lt;/i&gt;). Thanks. You’re the best. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     (SHARI&lt;i&gt; hugs &lt;/i&gt;RUFI&lt;i&gt; happily . The curtain slowly comes down.)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Semarang, 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; November 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136008779624255920-8657140789919165438?l=e-creativedrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-creativedrama.blogspot.com/feeds/8657140789919165438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136008779624255920&amp;postID=8657140789919165438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136008779624255920/posts/default/8657140789919165438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136008779624255920/posts/default/8657140789919165438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-creativedrama.blogspot.com/2008/03/students-miniplay.html' title='Student&apos;s Miniplay'/><author><name>Siswo Harsono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06510582882857327019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136008779624255920.post-1930057377381179926</id><published>2008-02-05T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:40:06.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShortDrama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ki Harsono Siswocarito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PRIMADONNA OF SOKALIMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PLAYERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokohlakonet.blogspot.com/2008/02/srikandi.html"&gt;SRIKANDI&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a primadonna of Sokalima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokohlakonet.blogspot.com/2008/02/arjuna.html"&gt;ARJUNA&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;a playboy of Sokalima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIMA, &lt;em&gt;a campus warrior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUMBAYANA, &lt;em&gt;a lecturer of Sokalima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokohlakonet.blogspot.com/2009/01/aswatama.html"&gt;ASWATAMA&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;a son of Kumbayana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILUTAMA, &lt;em&gt;an ex-partenr of Kumbayana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRUPADA, &lt;em&gt;the president of Pancala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANDAMANA, &lt;em&gt;an adjuvant of Pancala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokohlakonet.blogspot.com/2008/07/burisrawa.html"&gt;BURISRAWA&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;a love Salesman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokohlakonet.blogspot.com/2008/07/dursasana.html"&gt;DURSASANA&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;a regent-in-the-making&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURMAGATI, &lt;em&gt;an engineer-in-the-making&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAKUNI, &lt;em&gt;a police officer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KARTAMARMA, &lt;em&gt;a lieutenant colonel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CITRAKSI, &lt;em&gt;a major&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CITRAYUDA, &lt;em&gt;a corporal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAGAGINI, &lt;em&gt;a princess of Saptapertala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokohlakonet.blogspot.com/2008/03/banowati.html"&gt;BANOWATI&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;a supermodel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURTIKANTI, &lt;em&gt;a princess of Mandraka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURSILAWATI, &lt;em&gt;a princess of Astina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;ACT 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine blooms facing the day&lt;br /&gt;Roses bloom and wildly gleam&lt;br /&gt;Flowers of Tulip and Sakura&lt;br /&gt;Thou art the worldly shawl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;SCENE 1. SOKALIMA STATES UNIVERSITY. —&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;The beats of the drum accompany the glorious steps of the primadonna of Sokalima. A super contemporary chick! She is the cathexis object of every boy. Moreover, a playboy like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;ARJUNA, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;she can make him roll his eyes. Her name is top n pop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;—SRIKANDI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;On her beauty, look into " The Notes of Si Kumbang Kampus,”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt; ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;depicts her below&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Kandy is really a super trendy chick. Her lips are as sweet as lipstick ad. Her eyes are as exotic as eyeshadow ad. Her hairstyle is like styling foam ad. Her fragrance is as unique as perfume ad. Her clothes are as trendy as fashion ad. Her body's as sexy as bikini ad. Her style's as attractive as L’Poseur is. Her brain's smarter than computer. Her attitude's emancipatorily practical. Her hobbies are displaying n showing off. Her ideals are gorgeous and famous. Her idol is artist-oriented. Her music is rock. Her love is patented n trusted. Her slogan—reading, idealizing, and working!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Gee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;is genius! How sophisticated he depicts the image of the super contemporary chick. Differ from the style of orthodox artists! Look at the style: what are those lambene gula satemplik, halisna ngajeler paeh, and soon? Moreover an abstract—all beauties are shattered and destroyed. Never mind— as you like. Listen to his chlise slogans, “The forms of art embody their own laws, not the reason to push us in daily life,” said Viktor Sjiklovski.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;does not agree at all. For him, “Art is deformation!” It's ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;walks like on a catwalk. Her attitude is challenging like Jane d’Arc. Her sunglasses decorate her new wave hair. Her eyes shine wildly like a blitz. Her appearance makes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; Dr KUMBAYANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;quickly jump out from his office through the window. Gosh--how obstinate the doctor is. He wants to chase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; SRIKANDI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;He estimates highly the primadonna of his campus. Wow! Although he has a son as old as&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; SRIKANDI, Dr KUMBAYANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;does not care and prex-cuek. Because of his million puberty, he goes ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Besides,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; WILUTAMA, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;the samen-leven partner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; of Dr KUMBAYANA, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;has uncertain room. When &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ASWATAMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;was as little as mice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; WILUTAMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;fled because she was never given money for shopping. The salary of the doctor is always minim. Looking for part time teaching is only permitted for 4 SCU, doing corruption is impossible. He is not a bureaucrat! And … sst--remember! Waskat! Nah you are dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Instead of being dizzy for a thousand circles, it is better for him to look for a cheap entertainment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; Dr KUMBAYANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;approaches his campus primadonna. The gang of Kurawa makes riot and whistle. Burisrawa the champion of flirting spontaneously sells love for sale, teasing his lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;BURISRAWA: Hellaouw, Kandy--Madonna of my campus. Why do you like being approached by such an odd-old widower? It's better with me, come on? It should be desirous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(SRIKANDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;rolls her eyes, but she is cinematically pretty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; Dr KUMBAYANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;opens his eyes wide because of being shot by his bad tempered students&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;DURSASANA (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;laughing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;). Huahahaha... she is fit with me. This is--a student of government science--the candidate of Banjarjumut regent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;DURMAGATI: Zhe iz better with me, an engineer in the making future real-eztate zpezializt! Jeng Zri needn't be a victim of zabby apartment love. Make love in real-eztate--zophizticated, izn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Ignoring the satanic mocking! Immediately&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; SRIKANDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;goes to library. Left alone by her, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Dr KUMBAYANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;is madly annoyed. To compensate his anger, he crazily curses his students&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;KUMBAYANA: You all know not ethics, yea? Do you ask me for making you all fail in your exam? I'll give you all E grade! Verdoooven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;DURMAGATI: Zweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;BURISRAWA: Youw threaten me, Doc? Youw kenow who I'm? Bureaucrat's son! Don't play with me if youw don't wanna be fired! Do youw understand, Doc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(Dr KUMBAYANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;can shake his head only. Than he goes away like Cakil who always looses in war.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SCENE 2. THE LIBRARY.--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;In the reading room of the library,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;seems happy reading a novel written by Yudhistira, Arjuna Looks for Love. He does not care of the appearance of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; SRIKANDI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Neither does he when Kurawa ce-es liar-brutally follow the primadonna into the bookshelf corridor. The reading room changes into a sightseeing room. Because of his ill feelings,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;jumps his butt in a hurry, going away without saying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDI: Hey, Jun! Wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;turns his head. He looks at the primadonna with the frozen eyesight like ice stone. Uneven frozen! Just for etiquette he asks.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: What's up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDI: Nothing--where are you going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: Looking for privacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Without waiting for reaction,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;steps away. Vacantly confused&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; BANOWATI, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;who is heavily gossiping with her friends, laughs wildly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;BANOWATI: Eh, look--our primadonna hits an obstacle. Taste it! Never hope Bro Jun will care her yea. Is she prettier than I am? Here--a model!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(DURSILAWATI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;smiles like a donkey while looking at&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; BANOWATI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;who gestures her sexy body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;DURSILAWATI: But you loose be-bra, Ban.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;BANOWATI: What is be-bra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;DURSILAWATI: Loose beauty and brain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;BANOWATI: Never mind! The most important thing of all is sexy. I warranty it will succeed in rivalry. Brain is not important! Nah--what is the greatness of Srikandi who is truly pretty and smart? Moreover my approach to Arjuna has been done since I was at Kindergarten. Srikandi must be lost heavily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SURTIKANTI (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;calmly smiling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;): Unfortunately I have engaged with Bro Awangga. If not, I wanna take apart in rivalry with you. What is uneasy in flirting Arjuna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;DURSILAWATI: Break him, Kanti. Let him be my lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SURTIKANTI: As you wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Laughing-bomb explodes in the middle of them. Over there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;, SRIKANDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;still stands uneven-frozen, gazing at&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;who goes away and lost eaten by the edge of the campus. She wakes up from her uneven-frozen standing when&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ASWATAMA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;gives her a navy-blue enveloped letter. She says thanks and then buzzes off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Coppercolored cloud in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Western makes dark hurily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Evening is embraced stickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;By the night lonely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SCENE 2. PANCALA.--SRIKANDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;closes the door of her bedroom. Slowly she opens the letter from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ASWATAMA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Actually,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; Dr KUMBAYANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;writes the letter. Wow--dad is made in date by his son!--thinks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; SRIKANDI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Its content is seduction! After reading the letter, she throws it out through a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Outside, the letter on his forehead beats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; GANDAMANA--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;the adjuvant of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;GENERAL DRUPADA,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;the father&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; of SRIKANDI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;He takes and reads it while walking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;: --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Srikandi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou art prettier than Juliet is&lt;br /&gt;My love to thee more than Romeo!&lt;br /&gt;The accessory in thy breast&lt;br /&gt;Makes me jealous like Othelo&lt;br /&gt;To Desdemona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mit der Liebe&lt;br /&gt;Dr Kumbayana &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;GANDAMANA&lt;em&gt; is surprised&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Secretly he falls in love with the princess of his boss. His envy suddenly boils like rivaling Candradimuka crater. Like thunder he jumps into his military jeep. Then he goes with the gas! Looking at the attitude of the young adjuvant, picket officers stand stupor like buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Vice nightmare&lt;br /&gt;To rival hell&lt;br /&gt;The dark way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;The military jeep rolls super speedily. Suddenly, the breaks scream, breaking the sky. The vehicles that dodge the satanic jeep, one goes to the valley, one hits street hookers, one crashes street vendors, and … etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; GANDAMANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;cares nothing! From inside the jeep the voice heard: --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;"I don't care anymore! Love is more important than catastrophe, more excellent that ethics! Go to hell Kumbayana--you're dead!" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)" align="justify"&gt;SCENE 4. SOKALIMA.--&lt;em&gt;Everything is in hurry,&lt;/em&gt; GANDAMANA &lt;em&gt;turns his drive left. The jeep moves like a ballet dancer. In front of &lt;/em&gt;Dr KUMBAYANA'&lt;em&gt;s house, the jeep stops&lt;/em&gt;. GANDAMANA &lt;em&gt;jumps down. His steps are resolute, steady-sturdy like Commando. His face is wildly vice more than terrorist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANDAMANA: Kumbayana--get out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;His scream welcomes the dumb night. However, inside the house it is heard knees clash, trembling anxiously.&lt;/em&gt; GANDAMANA &lt;em&gt;kicks and breaks down the door.&lt;/em&gt; Dr KUMBAYANA &lt;em&gt;hides in the space under his bed; he keeps on clashing his knees! The steady steps of the radial sky-high boots come closely. The bed trembles inevitably. The radial boots step closer and closer. The Rambo model of the riffle-barrel touches the nose of&lt;/em&gt; Dr KUMBAYANA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANDAMANA: Choose your head explodes, or hands up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUMBAYANA: I'm dead! Yes-yes… I am g-going o-out! B-but d-don't s-shoot me, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;However,&lt;/em&gt; Dr KUMBAYANA &lt;em&gt;can not stand up and out his hide. Roughly and impolitely GANDAMANA grabs him out.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUMBAYANA: D-don't s-shoot me, Sir. You can take TV, video, or all my salary….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANDAMANA: Shut up! I'm not a robber! Follow me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUMBAYANA: You wanna make me a hostage, Sir? It's in vain, Sir. I'm not VIP, politician, nor high bureaucrat. I'm just a mere honorary worker, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANDAMANA: You've used a wrong pen. You should be punished heavily because you've bravely teased the general's princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUMBAYANA: Punish me? But where is your letter of duty to arrest me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANDAMANA: I don't need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUMBAYANA: But, Sir--this is a law state. Although I'm wrong, I hope you use a legal procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANDAMANA: Prex! The world of knight knows only hitting, beating, and fighting. I want to prove if Kumbayana is truly powerful &lt;em&gt;ora tedhas tapak paluning pandhe&lt;/em&gt;--eh, sorry--it's obsolete! I mean, the product of nuclear technology, missile, etc.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUMBAYANA: Wow, Sir--mercy me! I just a mere brahmana intellectual, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANDAMANA: What do you mean, Doc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Kumbayana smiles while looking at Gandamana withers his vice face. He does not idle this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUMBAYANA: Nah! Sir, do you want to know the meaning of brahmana intellectual? Goed! He is the man whose skull is full of scientific and technological and philosophical maxims but his heart if full of jopa-japu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(GANDAMANA &lt;em&gt;frowns his forehead. His Rambo-like riffle is handed down.&lt;/em&gt; Dr KUMBAYANA &lt;em&gt;feels horrible no more. He thinks his polemology succeeds. The wildly vice face withers like a cheap cloth&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANDAMANA: What is jopa-japu? Is it like a magic sentence, Doc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUMBAYANA: O, no! Eh, yes. Nah--that's it! But a sacred formula is different from prayer. Do you know, Sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANDAMANA: O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUMBAYANA: Even if you wanna know--there is a modern magic sentence that can make man be whatever he wanna be. It's true, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANDAMANA: What is it, Doc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dr KUMBAYANA &lt;em&gt;tries to remember a modern magic sentence. In the style of a poet he read it: --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Papaliko arukabazuku kodega suzukalibu tutuk liba dekodega zamzam lagotokoco &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Gosh! It derives from "Husspuss" written by Sutardji Calzoum Bachri. Rather! &lt;/em&gt;GANDAMANA &lt;em&gt;feels like a loser. Because of his hate and anger a jab like Tyson's hits the nose of&lt;/em&gt; Dr KUMBAYANA. &lt;em&gt;A Tae Kwon Do kick of&lt;/em&gt; GANDAMANA &lt;em&gt;makes the left hand of his target deformed. The bad faith Doctor falls to the ground&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;The earth quacks, the sky quacks!&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the dark in his wink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 5. HOSPITAL.--&lt;em&gt;Sokalima is in an uproar!&lt;/em&gt; Dr KUMBAYANA &lt;em&gt;bruises until blue and black.&lt;/em&gt; ASWATAMA &lt;em&gt;is powerless. He does not know who has made her father knock out. Last night after making a date with&lt;/em&gt; DURSILAWATI, &lt;em&gt;he found his home was messy and his father fell into a gutter like rat. He thinks it was a bloody robber. But nothing's lost except the buttons of his father's shirt fell off confusedly. The investigation result of private detective is positively not a robbery, but violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the waiting room of the hospital,&lt;/em&gt; ASWATAMA &lt;em&gt;is confusedly thinking. When a doctor gets out of ICU, he approaches him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASWATAMA: How's my dad, Doc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOKTER: Emm--good. The concussion of his brain can be cured, but his physical defect is inevitable. Especially, the mouth, nose, and left hand of Dr Kumbayana can not be perfectly remedied like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ASWATAMA &lt;em&gt;is drooping in the heart. He falls into a chair with x legs. His eyes are low-bat. The doctor just smiles sourly. Sour-sad! Through the glass, the sky looks like a shroud. A carved face is weakly bounded and bloody wounded.&lt;/em&gt; Dr KUMBAYANA &lt;em&gt;lies down there. In the interval of his mourning his delirium utters, "papaliko… bazuku… suzu… ibu…" Anxiously sad is&lt;/em&gt; ASWATAMA. &lt;em&gt;He looks at a hundred tubes of infuse alternately resist the death. In sadness time is felt too slowly&lt;/em&gt;.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ACT 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mute mouth morning&lt;br /&gt;Without word without&lt;br /&gt;Asking without greeting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SCENE 1. HOSPITAL.--ASWATAMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;breathes loudly! He opens his daily notes: Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday… Sunday, Sunday, Sunday--and so many Sundays are over and over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;, Dr KUMBAYANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;has not get well, too. Slowly but surely,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ASWATAMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;writes his pen down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;: --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;"Only date changes; but day does not alter. My dad is still dull. His case is frozen. De polis ken du nating! Perhaps it is entered to a refrigerator. My darling, Dursilawati the fat, is also ominous. Near the corpse room, she still asks for getting 68. She says, "Love never knows agony!" Gee my knee! 68 again and again 68. A crazy puzzle! She likes whatever hot: hot martabak cake, or hot Bandung cake. How greedy she is! I just eat a piece and she has eaten five. Fit with her radial teeth like a tractor tire! Rather ondel-ondel Betawi she is! No matter!" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Heard the steady steps come closer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;. ASAWATAMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;closes his book. From the mouth of the corridor comes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: G'morrow, Tom! Does Mr. Doctor get better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ASWATAMA: G'monin, Fren--yeah as you see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: What is the result of the police's investigation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ASWATAMA: Nix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: Sure? May and may not be. I'll try to chase the traces. Vice can not run, but to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ASWATAMA: Yes, Fren--smes it! Yu'll be ol rait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;understands the sloppy English dialect of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ASWATAMA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;After visiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; Dr KUMBAYANA, ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;uproots his legs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: G'bye, Tom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ASWATAMA: G'bay, Fren!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;The mouth of the corridor swallows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;wholly. He disappears!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;The brief news&lt;br /&gt;Hunts the event&lt;br /&gt;Sign of Kurawa&lt;br /&gt;Do the demo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SCENES 2. ASTINA.--LIET.GEN SAKUNI, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;the metropolitan police chief of Astina, holds a briefing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;LIEUT.COL KARTAMARMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;sits while rolling his moustache, which is like bar jail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; MAJOR CITRAKSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; nods his head not for understanding his boss's instruction but for feeling sleepy.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;CORPORAL CITRAYUDA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;falls asleep and slobbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SAKUNI: The result of politically motivated investigation is positive that the hitter of Dr Kumbayana is Bima! For the only one with Ambon banana-like fingers is Bima. No doubt anymore--catch Bima the bastard. Done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;KARTAMARMA: Yes, Sir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;After giving respect to his boss,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; LIEUT.COL KARTAMARMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;turns to elbow his subordinates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Lick there and elbow here are deeply rooted in the tradition! The bad culture is inevitable. Such an ulcer does not need bounding--amputate it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;KARTAMARMA: Jor-Major--wake up! Sleeping all the time. Get up, Jor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;MAJOR CITRAKSI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;makes a snoring contest with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; CORPORAL CITRAYUDA. LIEUT.COL KARTAMARMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;has his own way to wake up his subordinates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;KARTAMARMA: Major, I've a bonus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;CITRAKSI: Where is it? Gimme a devident, Overste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;CITRAYUDA: Fifty-fifty is ok, Ov, with subordinates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(LIEUT.COL KARTAMARMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;cynically smiles. Nah you! If so, like or not subordinates should be discipline. They can do nothing but doing their duty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SCENE 3. THE PARK--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Because&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; BIMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;is not a refugee, he is easily found. In the park, he is dating with his darling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;--NAGAGINI. LIEUT.COL KARTAMARMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;manages an arresting strategy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;KARTAMARMA: Good! Bima has a date with a sissy. Be careful don't go off! Do you have a sophisticated way to catch him, Major?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;CITRAKSI: Easy! Directly shoot him, like a mysterious sniper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;KARTAMARMA: Hush--blindly talking! It's the last way. Remember--we should take care de police's image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;CITRAYUDA: I think it is better to use penyirepan magic formula to make Bima fall asleep and catch him. Finish, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;KARTAMARMA: You can do it, Pral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;CITRAYUDA: Yes of coz. Who else I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;CITRAKSI: Alaaa--you just show off. Try, I wanna know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(CORPORAL CITRAYUDA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;puts his hands on his chest. His eyes are closed. His mouth mumbles, spelling the magic formula&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;: --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rep sirep si megandana,&lt;br /&gt;Wong sarewu pada tumut,&lt;br /&gt;Salaksa wong serah nyawa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;There is no reaction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; BIMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;and his lover are more intimate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;. MAJOR CITAKSI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;starts yawning widely; but actually, he has lethargy.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;LIEUT.COL KARTAMARMA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;stands uneven frozen. Such a situation makes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;BIMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;passionate. Moreover his darling likes sinking her face in his chest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;KARTAMARMA: Thirteen times dangerous, Pral! Let's arrest him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;CITRAYUDA: Wait. Look--Bima starts sleeping. Her lover falls asleep in his hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;KARTAMARMA: Gee--actually the man is in action, not sleeping, Pral. How stupid you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Unpredictably,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; BIMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;throws a bottle and it hits the forehead of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;LIEUT.COL KARTAMARMA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;No mercy, he falls unconsciously. His body falls down like a banana tree cut by a sword. The red-sleepy eyes of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;MAJOR CITRAKSI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;open widely like a traffic light. Red-yellow-green!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;CITRAKSI: Let's arrest him, Pral!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(BIMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;is surprised like a pickpocket snapped by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; CORPORAL CITRAYUDA. NAGAGINI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;horribly trembles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;. BIMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;stands up. He looks at the rural cowboy-like faces of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;MAJOR CITRAKSI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; CORPORAL CITRAYUDA. BIMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;thinks they are the rascals who like pretending to be warriors and seeking a story. By manly attitude like a champion,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;BIMA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;steps forward, ready to make war&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;CITRAKSI: Give up, Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;The hand with a pistol points directly to the nose of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; BIMA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Attacking with lightening speed he grabs it and his fist hits the side-whiskers of the Major. Looking at his boss knocked out at the first minute,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;CORPORAL CITRAYUDA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;takes his pistol. Having no chance to shoot, a three hundred-kologram-jab hits his bottled stomach. No mercy anymore the bad faith corporal is thrown away outside the park, falling into the black gutter. That's an extra show--say people. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;BIMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;cleans his sleeves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;. NAGAGINI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;who has been standing frozenly in the edge of the park runs to her lover.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; BIMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; embraces her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;NAGAGINI: Are you ok, Honey? I feel horrible--but infatuated, too. Your style is like Mr. T the star of The A Team!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(BIMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;smiles calmly. The couple do "cup-mmmh-cup-mmmh", and than go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;The hot day&lt;br /&gt;Greets unlucky day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SCENE 4. THE HEADQUARTER.--LIEUT.GEN SAKUNI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; is mocking his subordinates. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SAKUNI: Stupid! Doing such a duty you fail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;KARTAMARMA: In fact, he is invulnerable by a magic formula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SAKUNI: Magic? What is that? How stupid you are! Use you brain. Shot with anaesthetic bullet--finished!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;CITRAKSI: That's right! With an anaesthetic bullet, I warranty that Bima will be suffocated. Let's go Pral!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Hitter of Dr Kumbayana captured!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SCENE 5. SOKALIMA.--ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;opens his eyes widely when he reads the news of Astina Voice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; BIMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;is sent to the court.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;feels confused--why is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; BIMA, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;his brother, arrested and accused of hitting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Dr KUMBAYANA? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;It's slander!--thinks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;His own investigation is still in a half way: the shabby letter written by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Dr KUMBAYANA, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;can be found in his trash basket. It involves the name of the primadonna of Sokalima--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;In the verandah of the campus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;, BANOWATI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; stops&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;BANOWATI: Jun, accompany me for shopping. Is it OK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: Oops--sorry, Ban. I'm really busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;BANOWATI: Just for a while, why, Jun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: I can't, Ban. I've an important case!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(BANOWATI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;is sad, failing to ask&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;for dating. Unfortunately, she has a bet with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; SURTIKANTI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; DURSILAWATI. ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;does not care of her disappointed face. The humble letter asks him for visiting SRIKANDI's house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SCENE 6. PANCALA.--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;After writing his ID in a guest book handed by the vice-face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; GANDAMANA, ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;goes to the guestroom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;. SRIKANDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;appears and smiles as sweet as a lipstick ad. Her body looks so sexy wearing tight jeans and a fit T-shirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;. ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;who knows by heart Katuranggan Perawan spontaneously classifies her into a type of Gedang Kencana or Mitra Dharma woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDI: Come in, Jun. At last you would like to come here, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: Danke! I need you help, Kandy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDI: O-yea? What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: Do you know this letter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Looking at the humble letter written by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; Dr KUMBAYANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;'s hands, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;is startled like turtle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;smiles calmly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDI: I threw the letter away. Why now is it in you, Jun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: I found it in the trash basket of Dr Kumbayana. Did you send it back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDI: Ah, no! What's the matter, Jun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: This letter relates to the hitting of Dr Kumbayana. And, Bima has been the victim of miss-arrest. It's impossible for him to violate his lecturer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDI: Then you accuse me, Jun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: No, Kandy. Maybe there is a man who feels jealous because of you, and then violates the writer of this letter. Do you have a boyfriend, Kandy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDY: Em… no, Jun. Papa forbids me to have a lover. He says, "Ideal first, then love!" Besides, Mr. Ganda's guarding is very tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Lucky!--thinks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;He looks at her with a sticky sight. Manly eyes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; SRIKANDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;seems very shy. Her cheeks blush and sum her beauty. She uproots her sight from the edge of the sofa. Then she tries to gaze bravely at the super-cute boy in front of her. But it's messy. Her sight crashes with his sight. A Richard Gere-like smile depicts the sweet lips of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Spontaneously&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; SRIKANDI'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;s heart beats in rivalry with the drumbeats of Phil Collins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: Excuse me--see you later, Kandy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDI: So hurry? Where are you going, Jun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: You know--an amateur detective! G'bye, Kandy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDI: Yoo-bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SCENE 7. FRONT YARD OF PANCALA PALACE.--ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;is about to step out of the hedge, a heavy voice heard calling. He looks around. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;GANDAMANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;stands by his military jeep. His vice face does not conform at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;GANDAMANA: Never try to tease the General's princess, if you don't wanna have a bad faith like Dr Kumbayana. Look at these--my right hand is hospital, my left hand is hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: O, I see--this is the hitter of Dr Kumbayana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;GANDAMANA: Yes--what do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: So manly! Or it's because of an adjuvant? Prex! Justice is more important than status.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;GANDAMANA: Never pretend to be heroic, Boy! Be a coward to save yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: Prex ah! A man like you'd better be a citizen of prison. Go to jail, Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Suddenly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;GANDAMANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;jumps, his fist is ready to hit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;s head. But miss it! The hitter is vexed; his anger flares up rivaling Iran's oil refinery bombed by Iraq. The battle is inevitable. Physically,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;looses big; but tactically, he wins smartly. It is not strange if&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;GANDAMANA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;is not able to cope with, then takes his commando-knife. Wildly-madly the knife flies directly toward&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;s chest. Speedily like a thunder ARJUNA grabs it, and his kicking is enough to make&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;GANDAMANA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;fall to the ground, kissing hot asphalt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;. GANDAMANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;tries to stand up. He holds the side of his jeep. While tottering like a drunkard's style, he takes his Rambo-like riffle. Then it is pointed directly to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; ARJUNA.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;GANDAMANA: He-he-he… you're dead, Boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: OK! You are dead, too, if you know who I'm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;GANDAMANA: Who are you, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: Arjuna! I'm the son-in-law candidate of General Drupada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;The riffle ready to "BANG" slowly goes down. It is not because of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; bluffing, but because of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; GENERAL DRUPADA'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;s coming with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDI.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;DRUPADA: What are you doing Captain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;GANDAMANA: He has tortured my self-esteem, General.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;DRUPADA: Is it right, Arjuna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA: Lie, Uncle! He talks blindly. Actually, he asked me first to fight. He is the hitter of Dr Kumbayana, Uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDI (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;surprised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;): Why are you so reckless, Ganda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;GANDAMANA: It's because of thee Young Lady--I love thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Hearing such a confession,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; SRIKANDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;is uneven-frozen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;. ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;smiles funnily. Crazy! The sight of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; GANDAMANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;falls into the edge of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;GANDAMANA's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; boots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;DRUPADA: You should be responsible to the risk of this case, Captain! En it's impossible for me to protect what you did. Justice is more powerful than status.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;The prisoner vehicle picks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; GANDAMANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;up. For a while he gazes at the primadonna of Sokalima. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;looks at him until he is lost eaten by a bend street. Then she turns to throw her eyes to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;beside her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;. ARJUNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;welcomes her with a "cup-mmmh" smile. The love flowers bloom in the heart of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;SRIKANDI, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;challenging the playboy falling in love with her. Cup-mmmh--CUT! The intimacy of the campus primadonna and the campus playboy is greeted by the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt; Greatest Love of All &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;song sung by the super black sweet Whitney Houston&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Semarang, 6 Pebruary 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136008779624255920-1930057377381179926?l=e-creativedrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-creativedrama.blogspot.com/feeds/1930057377381179926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136008779624255920&amp;postID=1930057377381179926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136008779624255920/posts/default/1930057377381179926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136008779624255920/posts/default/1930057377381179926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-creativedrama.blogspot.com/2008/02/shortdrama.html' title='ShortDrama'/><author><name>Siswo Harsono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06510582882857327019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136008779624255920.post-6378456504090964003</id><published>2007-12-18T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:24:40.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ki Harsono Siswocarito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SANG HYANG MAYADEWA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PLAYERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYADEWA,&lt;em&gt; a sang hyang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUDISTIRA, &lt;em&gt;the president of Amarta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARJUNA, &lt;em&gt;the governor of Madukara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRESNA, &lt;em&gt;the president of Dwarawati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIMA, &lt;em&gt;the governor of Jodipati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GATOTKACA, &lt;em&gt;an officer of Amarta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMAR, &lt;em&gt;a panakawan of Amarta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURNA, &lt;em&gt;a professor of Sokalima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURYUDANA, &lt;em&gt;the president of Astina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAKUNI, &lt;em&gt;the vice president of Astina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURSASANA, &lt;em&gt;a commander of Astina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALADEWA, &lt;em&gt;the president of Mandura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KARNA, &lt;em&gt;the governor of Awangga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The nuance in the meeting&lt;br /&gt;So colorful is the clothing&lt;br /&gt;So flowery is the building&lt;br /&gt;Blooming in gold-looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 1. &lt;em&gt;In Astina, the leaders of Kurawa hold general meeting to discuss the crisis of Kurusetra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUYRUDANA: The distinguished leaders of Kurawa! The crisis of Kurusetra is a global crisis that should be overcome globally before it tends to be the Third World War of Baratayuda. For the Empire of, this meeting is officially opened. Welcome General Baladewa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALADEWA: Iyo, thank you, ha, ha, ha, ha… sorry, I come late. You see—busy! There are so many internal affairs. For the sake of national development! Ha, ha, ha, ha….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAKUNI: Hehe… idem! Even now Astina is campaigning world peace to prevent WW III of Baratayuda! That's it, Prof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURNA: Exactly! Nah, that's why Kurawa should apply a perfect strategy of international policy! Win without war! Nah, ha, ha, ha….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURYUDANA: Precisely, Prof Dur! As a fully scientific, theoretically sophisticated and referentially wealthy guru, you could give a perfect strategy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURNA: Nah, ha, ha, ha… of course, of course! Durna is not just a mere professor in action or professor in rank but a brilliant expert and a multi sophisticated genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALADEWA: Krrk-phew! So proud! Prove it, Prof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURNA: Great! Based on research, the basic power of Amarta military defense is in the unity of Pandawa and Panakawan. It's the unity of apparatus and people! Nah, to destroy such a power—kidnap Semar! Use him as a hostage! If necessary, kill him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KARNA: Wait a minute! It opposes human rights. Objection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAKUNI: Take it easy, Mr. Governor of Awangga! The policy is in the hands of Mr. President, the decision-maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURYUDANA: Hmh, agree! What's your opinion, General Baladewa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALADEWA: OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURYUDANA: Great—Brig. Gen. Dursasana, prepare Panakawan Operation. Kidnap Semar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURSASANA: Ait! Yes, Sir! Ha, ha, ha… e-e-e, I'm going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Attention! This is list of field-officers of Panakawan Operation: Dursala, Dursata, Durmagati, Durmuka, Durkarma, Durwigata, Duradara, Kartamarma, Kartipeya, Citrayuda, Citramarma, Citrakandala, Citraksa, Citraksi, Citragada, Drepayuda, Drepawarman, Drepasastra, Dredarata, Ugrasewa, Drestahasta, Adityaketu, Bimabahu, Dirgarama, Dirgabahu, Dirgalacana…!”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;They march forward, ready to make war. An air field-officer&lt;/em&gt; GATOTKACA &lt;em&gt;is cautious&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 2. &lt;em&gt;In the border of Amarta, Krincingwesi aircraft super-speedily flies! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Hmmm… bastard Kurawa! Face the aircraft of Amarta!"—(Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!)&lt;br /&gt;“Look out the bomb! Face downward!”&lt;br /&gt;(Boom! Boom! Boom!)&lt;br /&gt;“Krrk-phew! Bastard aircraft! Dare to ban the troops of Astina—taste this!”—(Bang! Bang! Bang!)&lt;br /&gt;“Break, Jangkarbumi Division, this is Marshal Gatotkaca needs helping Amarta infantry, over!”&lt;br /&gt;“Well, Colonel Antareja is ready to help—”&lt;br /&gt;“Contact Admiral Antasena!”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, Sir!”&lt;br /&gt;(BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BALADEWA: Krrk-phew! Dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KARNA: Dur, Dir, Cit, Karta… back off! Back off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALADEWA: Krrk-phew! How about you, Prof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURNA: Hard! Instead of damage, better go back off. Turn to diplomatic tactic! I'm going to meet Governor Arjuna in Madukara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURSASANA: Good! Be careful, Prof!&lt;br /&gt;DURNA: OK, good bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Immediately&lt;/em&gt; PROF DURNA &lt;em&gt;goes to Madukara&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 3. &lt;em&gt;In Madukara&lt;/em&gt;, GENERAL ARJUNA &lt;em&gt;welcomes&lt;/em&gt; PROF DURNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARJUNA: Good morning, Prof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURNA: Thank you! As an Astina delegation I'm ordered by President Duryudana to discuss the crisis of Kurusetra. To prevent Baratayuda WW III, for the sake of world peace, Astina asks Amarta for giving Semar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARJUNA: What for, Prof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURNA: To be the elder of Astina! Nah, if you are not objection, please send him to Astina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARJUNA: All right! I'm ready to obey my guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURNA: Nah, ha, ha, ha… please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth quakes&lt;br /&gt;The ocean quakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 4. Gara-gara! The narrow-minded tactic of political conflict is burnt by a deadly edge. Tumaritis is attacked by a greedily and bloodily wild epidemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Suwe ora jamu, Mas&lt;br /&gt;Jamune godong telo&lt;br /&gt;Suwe ra ketemu Mas&lt;br /&gt;Lho kok malah bodo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Wow, Gong—obsolete! Not progressive! Art should have an autonomous characteristic. It must be unique, not cliche!”&lt;br /&gt;“Just for money—bitch!”&lt;br /&gt;“What! Attacked by dokuism, art idealism withers!”&lt;br /&gt;“No problem—Bug!”&lt;br /&gt;“Stop-stop! Don't make a noise! Be respectful toward the readers.”&lt;br /&gt;“Sendika dawuh, Raka Prabu—”&lt;br /&gt;“Stop—bitch! Don't pretend to be such a mad dalang!”&lt;br /&gt;“Hihi… I see, wayang's dialog is interesting. As if I were a dalang!"&lt;br /&gt;“What'll u do?”&lt;br /&gt;“I'll change my name to be Bagong De Vito—hihihi….”&lt;br /&gt;“Dear me! Suppose I know what?”&lt;br /&gt;“Eh, look, there is Mr. Jun!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ARJUNA: Sampurasun! Excuse me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMAR: Rampes, General Arjuna, come in please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARJUNA: Thank you. Mr. Semar, I hope you would like to join in a peace delegation of Amarta to Astina. Now you should go there with Prof Durna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURNA: That's true, Ki Semar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMAR: All right, let's go—Sons, take care our village!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“OK, Dad!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;It is reported that&lt;/em&gt; PROF DURNA &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; SEMAR go to Astina.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 5. &lt;em&gt;In Astina&lt;/em&gt;, SEMAR &lt;em&gt;is sentenced in an underground dungeon jail. He does not become an ambassador, but becomes an antidote. He is so powerless&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“O, God! What sin, fault, guilt, or malpractice I did before, so that I get my bad fate like this?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Duka daku dikau daki&lt;br /&gt;Dikau duka daku daki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Hey, Kurawa! Semar vanishes from the jail!”&lt;br /&gt;“Krrk-phew! The devil! Who are you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Surprise, Kurawa! I'm Sang Hyang Mayadewa who made Ki Semar Badranaya free.”&lt;br /&gt;“Dur, Cit, Karta—seize him!”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir!”&lt;br /&gt;(Clap!)—“Ciaat!”—(Bang!)—“Ait! Pfuh!”—(Thwack! Dig!) “Ouch!”&lt;br /&gt;“Krrk-phew! Bastard! Hiaatt!”— (Clunk! Dig! Thump!) —“Gulp! Hoeekh ooo…!”&lt;br /&gt;“Look, Dur! General Baladewa is beaten until spitting!”&lt;br /&gt;“Krrk-phew! Run, Cit!”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Kurawa run here and there&lt;/em&gt;. SANG HYANG MAYADEWA &lt;em&gt;goes speedily to Amarta&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 6. &lt;em&gt;In Amarta&lt;/em&gt;, GENERAL ARJUNA &lt;em&gt;requests political asylum&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIDISTIRA: What's the matter, General Arjuna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARJUNA: Bad luck! I'm hunted by Sang Hyang Mayadewa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIMA: Hmh, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARJUNA: I sent Mr. Semar to Astina as a peace ambassador, but he's lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRESNA: O, I see! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Hey, Arjuna! The deuce! Though you go out of this solar system, you can not get rid of the prosecution of Sang Hyang Mayadewa!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ARJUNA: Protect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRESNA: Let me face him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Babo khhk-phew! What do you want dark man?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;KRESNA: Excuse me, Prosecutor—it's right that Arjuna is in the prosecuted side, if he is proved wrong. However, Amarta is a law county, which appreciates non-guilty prejudice. Nah, let's solve this problem in the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Don't shuffle! Arjuna involved in cheating man power, official mal-function, collaborating with Kurawa to plunge Ki Semar Badranaya into misery.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;KRESNA: All right, your witness can be use in the court. You can prosecute General Arjuna! Are you a citizen of Amarta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Yes! This is my ID card!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;KRESNA: What! Mr. Semar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMAR: Yes, Sir! Sang Hyang Mayadewa is only my pseudo-name!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRESNA: O, o, o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMAR: Hehehe… all right, Mr. Kresna. I forgive General Arjuna's fault! I should go back to Tumaritis. Good bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRESNA: All right, Mr. Semar. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SEMAR &lt;em&gt;goes home to Tumaritis. The curtain falls slowly&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semarang 19 December 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136008779624255920-6378456504090964003?l=e-creativedrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-creativedrama.blogspot.com/feeds/6378456504090964003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136008779624255920&amp;postID=6378456504090964003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136008779624255920/posts/default/6378456504090964003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136008779624255920/posts/default/6378456504090964003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-creativedrama.blogspot.com/2007/12/e-drama.html' title='E-drama'/><author><name>Siswo Harsono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06510582882857327019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
