Naga Bonar Page #2

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There is nothing you can do.

Bang ... there is an order for you.

Order?

Who dares to give me an order?

- Mak. - Jang ... - Naga, come here.

- Yes, Mak. - Come here, you.

Yes, Mak. Yes ... yes...

What do you want ?

- You, come here.

- Yes, Bang.

- Why don't you want to come

along with us, Mak? - I don't want to be ...

... carried by him.

He smells like a buffalo.

Get your troops ready.

Ready.

What?

Right Face.

Right Face, move!

Let Bujang carry you, okay? ...

He smells the same.

- Move forward.

- Move forward!

- You too.

- Okay.

- Take my horse.

- Alright.

- I'll ride the horse. - No way.

Bang Naga told me to ride his horse.

Ah, you.

Let's go, Mak.

- When will you get married?

- I don't have time for that now.

You always have reason.

When are you coming to your senses?

- Tell that to Naga.

- Yes, Ma'am.

Let's go, quickly ...

- Bang, your mother ran out of betel leaves.

- Ask someone to get it for her.

Otherwise she'll tell me to get it.

- I already have.

- Good.

- Jang ...

- Yes, Bang.

My mother asked me to get married.

- I already made a promise that

you are going to get married. - Promise?

- Why did you dare to make a promise?

- Keep your voice down. Or else everyone will hear us.

It's all about me but you were the one

who promised my mother.

Yes, better than told your mother teaching

you being pickpocket.

I made a promise that

you are getting married.

You know it yourself

how outspoken she is.

Once she comments on us, it feels that

our bodies have been totally chewed out.

I am dissapointed.

After all this time we always

share lives together.

In jail. In the street.

But now you only think about yourself.

It is only about getting married.

It takes only a minute.

- But what will people say...

- They'll hear us, Bang ...

But what will the world say.

If Naga Bonar gets married in the middle of war.

You've got a point.

I haven't even thought about this world.

That's the thing.

Jang ...

Yes, Bang ?

- What if I ask for Kirana's hand in marriage?

- His father is a member of NICA ...

We'll make him join us again.

I'll ask Lukman to debate him.

If Lukman already speaks about the world ...

He won't stand ...

He'll surely raise our national

flag again.

It's good, then. But please take a bath

before you propose to her.

Why don't you buy fragrant soap

"Cap Burung Merak".

That's difficult.

If I take a bath,

I will suffer from Malaria again.

- Hold it a little while then.

- Bang ...

Bang Naga ...

Naga, there is someone sent

by the Governor.

We are ordered to negotiate

with the Dutch, Bang.

About the demarcase line.

Read it, Bang ...

Negotiate? No way.

NICA has aIready arrived here anyway.

- Call Lukman and Murat.

- Okay, Bang.

- What will they do with us, Sis ?

- I don't know, Bidah.

I don't even know where my father is.

Yet I'm stranded here.

It is said that the hostages

end up murdered.

But it seems to me that

the pickpocket is not so cruel.

How do you know?

He struggled to hard

to carry his mother on his back.

That tells us that he is actually

a nice person.

If we are nice to him ...

- ...maybe he will let us go.

- That's your opinion.

I'm so disgusted if I am near him.

But if it's not because of him ...

...maybe we would have been killed

by Mariam's troops.

Each of us has to have a rank

before negotiating with The Dutch...

- ...so that they'll look up to us.

- That's true.

We mustn't look ackward

when it comes to ranks.

- But what are their ranks?

- I don't know.

But I guess we better grant

the highest rank to Bang Naga.

What is it?

Marshall Medan.

Is there such a rank?

Of course. That is the rank of all the highest

commanders in World War II.

Marshall Rommell,

Marshall Montgomery. What do you think?

Your rank is Marshall Medan, then.

That doesn't sound good

enough to me, Lukman.

- Can't you add it a little more?

- What do you mean?

- How about Marshall Medan-Lubukpakam?

- There's no such rank.

There is autobus company

Medan Lubukpakam, though.

- I don't want it if my rank is only a

Marshall Medan. - I already told you ...

... that theres no suck rank exists.

- Then why don't you make one?

- Should I make one?

- What will the world say then?

- That's the thing.

I also think about the world you

just mentioned.

Do you know Naga Bonar,

the tobacco trader?...

All he does is cheating on people.

He has one catty of tobacco,

but he said he has two catties of tobbacco.

He comes from Medan.

If my rank is only Marshall Medan,

I'm afraid people will mistake me as him.

Then what will the world say?

Okay. It's all up to you.

Count me out.

- Make your own ranks then.

- Don't whine.

Sit down.

Aren't there other ranks?

Yes, only the lower ones.

- General.

- That's it.

General Naga Bonar.

Eh, you're great.

- You're definitely worth being

the post's spokeperson. - Agree? - Agree.

Murat will be a Colonel.

- Agree. - Agree.

- Barjo will be a Colonel Leutenant.

- Agree. - Agree.

- As for me, being a Major is good

enough for me. - Agree. - Agree.

- But let me be the one who

takes care of the rice. - Agree. - Agree.

- Our rank problem is now solved.

- Not yet.

How about Bujang?

It's a it difficult when

it comes about Bujang.

Because all this time

he only helped personal matters.

For example carrying chairs

and drawing swords.

- Okay then. We'll make him a Corporal.

- Agree. - Agree.

Our badges have been prepared.

We will meet again to prepare ...

... before the negotiation.

Case closed.

- Great. You solved it quickly.

- Of course, Bang. We are in ...

... a quick war now.

- I am dissapointed, Bang.

- What the hell did I do wrong?

He made me a corporal yet

you kept quiet.

Yes ...

What can I do to debate him anyway?

He graduated from HBS. I didn't even

finish studying under the bamboo tree.

- You must try debating him.

- I already did once.

He lowered my rank,

from a Marshall to a General.

If I try once again ...

I don't know what will happen to me.

Maybe I'm not even worth

being a Corporal.

Then I'm really dissapointed.

- So what do you want?

- Think carefully.

Murat was a coffee trader.

His coffee was not even of the best quality.

Murat ranks a colonel. Barjo was

a teacher who was fired ...

... due to his absence yet still

received his salary.

Yet Barjo ranks Colonel Leutenant.

Lukman who drags his feet if he hears ...

... a mortar explosion ranks a Mayor.

Well, me Bang ... who moves

forward courageously ...

... to set your seat

only rank a corporal.

Corporal.

I came all the way here only to rank a Corporal.

So what rank suits you the best?

Well, at least make me a Vice General.

General,

our meeting is about to start.

I'd love to spit on Lukman's face.

So ...

- ... you want me to debate Lukman?

- Of course. Tell him ...

"Hey,Lukman...if it was not because of me and Bujang,

you wouldn't have been able to smoke cigarettes"

But if he then lowers my rank to

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