Chapter-XIX.

                          I intended to spend the next day right inside the bungalow not wanting anything else just lay in my hammock, have a nice coctail and read. Dave went snorkeling and fishing and I was alone. He couldn't bear it and instead of spending the whole day on sea he popped in somewhen after twelve with  two monk- fishes and a huge lobster in his hands.

                                 Look at them, they're huge! Look, I caught them, and he pushed his haul right under my nose. I wasn't that keen on fishing, still I had to smile at him, he was visibly so enthusuastic about his caught. Boys will be boys.

                                 If you skin them I grill them for you.

                                 Okay, I start it right now.

I climbed back into my hammock and I swang in it, watching my personal Malayan fisherman's battle with the monkfish which was reluctant saying goodby to its skin. He was crouching in the sand wearing only a sarong with a huge knife in one of his hands and the fish, that already departed this life in the other. The sun was hot, the air was motionless without any breeze and he sweat like the last horse arriving to zeal  on  the Royal Derby. He himself was a piece of art. A sculpture, David, not by Michelangelo, but the Unknown Creator of all. I liked King David psalms in the Holy Bible he was a lot like him. A well built dark haired man with average height but with a great blazing soul full of passion. He also had difficulties with controlling his emotions and actions, just think about Uriah. Also had hard times, because of adultery God punished him taking away his and his new lover's child. Dramatic, isn't it? Like my King Dave's life. But when he sang his psalms to his young lover even nightingales stopped singing and silence fell to Israel in the long hours of the night. The most beautiful lovesongs. The song of songs. Full of desire, lush, wanting, needing. All in the Bible. Not a bad book after all, it always amused me, how high priests allowed these parts to stay and censored much harmless stuff one could found in the apokrifs.

He was swearing now, first in English, then in Hungarian. I thaught him, now he was swearing as chiselled as a Hungarian herdman in the Puszta. I thought it was time to help him. First, I made him a coctail from icecubes, lime-juice, grenadin syrup and coconut water, he liked it a lot. He stood in the blinding sunshine and drank it at once, wiping his lips with his lower arm.

                                  I make it for you, if ya wanna me.

                                  Would you, dear? I can't skin that damned animal.

                                  Okay, gimme. Wanna me showing you how it should be done?

                                  Remember, I'm always willing to learn if you got something to teach. Show me, I wanna know it.

And I skinned the fish, cut the lobster as it should be done and he watched me as a celebrity guest in Jamie Oliver's kitchen. He even tried to help, stood at the back and hugged me from behind. I should not say, that that was the moment when my hand started to shake, so I happened to cut off one claw from the lobster. He didn't mind it, went on snuggling, right until I told him if he would go on with that we'd probably eat fishburgers as I'd chop the fish in an inappropriate way. He said he likes fishburgers and pulled me under the shower to wash down the traces of fish from our hands. The water was pouring onto us, so cool, so hot. He took my hand and stepped into the bungalow. It was a half-light there, only felt the breeze from the airco. He said we would have lunch later. I happily agreed I wasn't hungry, didn't want food. We had much better things to do. Like eating up each other alive, a strange mating rite of the human species. How important is our mouth when we want to love each other. In how many ways we can use it, how inventive we are. I tried my best and hasn't failed  when I was loving him. But he simply made wonders actually do happen.

He was the most perfect lover ever was created. I won't even write down what he was doing to me. No verbs, nouns, adjectives would do the trick. None. He is not the first man in my life I'm making love with but he is the ultimate one. I never ever experienced anything like he was doing to me.

Uncomprehensible, undescribable,overwhelming. I was undergone unconditional surrender to him. I had to, I was forced by unceasing, unchangeable, unearthly forces I couldn't comprehend. They were there led me on a leash, never leaving me unchained, never let me free. And he was there and I was there and our home the Universe was there in the endless space and time.

Master Gore's lyrics is the closest to that feeling: " I'm a man of flash and bone, rapture rushing through my veins, passion flaming in my heart, heavenly surrender once again. Shackled like an animal, chained to my desires, just another sacrifice..."

                  The next days were intended as days of culture, grace and beauty. We wanted to see Bali, another enchanted Island. It's situated near Java and Dave decided that we would be sailing, just the two of us. He was daredevil again. I never sailed without a proper crew. I didn't knew a thing about his previous sailing experiences, but Jesus Almighty, his name is David Gahan and not James Onedin. I hoped he knew it. I hoped he knew what he was doing. If anything would go awry we would be in trouble again. He'd chosen Mayhem, it was Vincent Millar's boat. He was one of his acquaintances. This guy of fifty settled here in Java and was a drug dealer before. Now he said he was clean and I should had accept this, as it happened, Dave was clear himself.  He was a man with no country, a man with no home.  I was full of worries because this so called friend of his.

God knows, I was right. Only I learnt this a bit later. Almost too late, I would say.

The boat itself was abandoned. Vincent was nowhere to be seen. The sun hadn't revealed itself yet from behind the twin volcanos, it was early. A white haze spread itself over the bay. It was cool, unusally cool for the season and rain was threatening.

Dave wanted to see the boat inside out if it is safe enough before he payed for it. He grabbed the steel railing of Vincent's boat and jumped  aboard. It was well built, steel, strong and sturdy, different from fiberglass.

                                    Vincent? Hello? Coming aboard! -he cried. He felt odd stepping onto a boat uninvited.  There's no one here, he yelled to me, come aboard you too! I did, with a little help of his strong arm he helped me stepping onto the board. Even if I didn't had a respect for Vincent, I did respected his boat.And whatever was her name it was an object of true feminity, it was a true representation of beauty. Everything was sparkling clean and beautiful- almost. The interior was primarily white, white cushions, white paneling, white accents, sheets and pillows. The dark Oregon pine trim and brass lamp fixtures and drawer handles were shocking in contrast to the white, and a faint smell of bleach lingered in the air.

As our feet touched the floor inside we felt a cold, goosebumps were covering our flesh. Something wasn't right. The galley was immideiately to our left as was the hallway leading to an aft compartment. It was spacey. The hatches were all closed and we noticed a stench hidden underneath the smell of bleach. I had the feeling that we were being watched, the hairs on my back of my neck stood up and something inside of me was tugging at me to get out of there. Nothing, nothing in the toilet, nothing in the bedroom, nothing in the saloon, nothing in the gallery. No signs of life. We stood in the gallery looking down the aft compartment but a black sheet was hung midway, blocking our view. David stepped forward, toward the sheet and moved it aside. Hot air infested our nostrils, hot, putrid air. I heard the buzzing of insects and a strange smell of vomit and bleach. We entered the rear cabin as cockcroaches scurried from sight. Rotting food was on the floor, a bottle of open wine and an empty glass. Wrappers and crunched up papers littered the cabin.

                                        Jesus, what the fuck happened here, said Dave on a hushed voice.

If this shithole was actually Vince's room then it pretty much felt like a tomb. I felt sick, wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. We walked back into the saloon and then up onto the deck. I thought I see something at the bow. It was  Vince's monkey and it was whimpering, holding onto the bow railing. I moved to pick him up but he screamed and moved out onto the anchor chain.

The sun just broke from behind the hills casting its light across the bay, illuminating the water below. So many fish, so many creatures were swimming around the bow.

                           Now, that's odd, Vincent had put out two anchors, said Dave. But I already knew it better. A strange calm swept over me when I recognised a man's bloated and lifeless shell of a body underneath the water. David noticed it too. He closed his eyes, placed both his hands on to his head and sighed a deep.

                           Shit, here comes trouble again! I should have known it before I put my feet aboard. The bastard, I should have known it!

                            What, Dave, what you should have known?

                            Now, you see, he wasn't clear after all, he just wanted the money and he wanted to make me smuggle his stuff to Bali! Look at these!- and he pointed to small polyetilene sacks with white powder within.

                              Oh, god, that was all I could say.

                              Do you know what would have happened if the coast guards had checked the boat and had found the stuff? I would have been imprisoned in an Indonesian prison of hell, and would had been executed after a short trial! Oh, fuck!  And with that past records of mine! Let's disappear now, he insisted.

                                Wrong! We can't leave. They would know we'd been here. We should call the Coast Guard on the boat's radio right now and report what happened.

                                 Mauka, don't do that. They would get me arrested, don't wanna meet them.

                                 David, now listen to me carefully. Have you got any reasons to get arrested? Tell me now, if anything happened, anything Vincent did or you did for him or whatever....

                                 No, as far as I know it, I did nothing wrong. But I do afraid.

                                 You shouldn't if you did nothing wrong.

                                 Oh baby, you haven't seen anything I did, believe me. It is not so simple. Truth conquers over everything stuff. Life is more complicated than that.

                                  David, we can't do anything else, this would be the best, I go and do it, stay here, I told him and went down to report the events on the Mayhem's radio.

The Coast Guards was there in twenty minutes and investigated the circumstancies  and possible causes of the death. They interrogated us for about three times, three different officers and we told all in detail, all over again. Then they thanked our cooperation and let us go. They didn't ask us to stay around, so I asked the Commandant if we can leave for Bali and if he knows a boat to rent. He smiled widely and contacted his nephew who had a boat. He was very happy, and became all benevolent. Even gave cigars for Dave and praised me, saying what a nice wife he had.

Dave was nodding constantly and grinning like all was true.

                                     You don't want me wearing a chador, do you, I whispered to his ears.

                                      No, I like you without it, without anything or in a sexy lingerie, he whispered back and continued nodding for the high ranked officer.

                                       The boat arrived half an hour later and the Commandant refused to accept money, he said jovially this is the least he could do for us. He was yelling orders to his men and their boat tugged Vince's away. We could left for good. We were alone again, David sat down on the deck bowed his head and he  kept it like that.

I went over him and hugged him. His body and face was tense, it was hit hard on him, I knew. Unwanted memories flooded back to his mind from his subconscious where he suppressed them. All the pain and suffering of a man who lived a life of drug abuse and fought against it succesfully. It was clear he was in great pain, maybe his body remembered suddenly what it was like being on drugs, flying high, then fell on to your face and taste your own blood in your mouth. The taste in his mouth wasn't very nice.

I suggested him to go down to the cabin and have a rest. He needed it. Downsters he laid down and made me laid down next to him: Stay with me, he whispered to my ears.

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