The last two weeks my
Creative Writing lecturer, Mas Dalih, did not come to the class because he was
in Bali for his business. However, his friend, Mbak Abmi, kindheartedly
substituted him for the class. Last Monday she did not come alone. She brought a
guest, she told us in the beginning of the class. The guest came in as she
called her in, a beautiful one; long dark brown hair, pierced pointed nose,
make up on, and her body was like a Spain guitar. At the first glance, the
guest looked female. But I did not think so at the second. I was not the only
one who felt she was strange, somehow. The class started being full with
murmurs as she took her seat in the corner of the class.
Mbak Abmi asked us to
interview the guest. She made some topics to be questioned and divided us into
some groups. Before we started the interview, Mbak Abmi introduced her guest a
little. In the middle of her guest introductory, she called the guest with “he”.
The second hand stopped for a few minutes. My brain worked a little hard. Okay,
everything was clear. The guest was a waria,
a man but a half woman. Case closed.
