Jakarta Bound is a travelogue about life in one of the largest and most densely populated cities in South East Asia.
When my lessons were over I went over to the Solaria in Central Park to meet Jeff as arranged. I still didn’t know exactly what had happened apart from what he had told me earlier. Simon had also told me that Jeff had confiscated his phone and asked me not to say that we had been in contact, which suited me. I thought the best way to find out what really happened was to hear both stories independently before making any judgment.
When I walked into Solaria I spotted Jeff sat alone in one of the booths in his unbuttoned linen shirt, reading a book. As I approached he looked casual and relaxed, albeit with a quite serious demeanor. He greeted me with a handshake and a polite smile and made some small talk about Solaria being his regular local eating spot. He had brought in his own drink, but told me that since he was known by the staff there they didn’t mind. He said it was his personal little place to get away from the noise of traffic and the mall and while away a few hours reading a book. He was an avid reader and he spoke about his love of Dutch and English literature and the library of books he had at home. Having told him that I used to write, he asked if I would let him see some of my work one day. I told him I had mainly written spec scripts and theatre work, so he wouldn’t really find it a good read. He said he would like to see something anyway and kindly offered to let me come and lend one of his books if I ever fancied something to read. Despite his quirks he was always cordial and difficult not to like.
After five minutes or so of small talk I turned to the issue of the robbery in his apartment and asked him to tell me more about what had happened as I hadn’t quite fully understood him on the phone. So with a sombre shrug of resignation, he told me that the girl Simon had picked up and brought back to the flat had apparently crept out of his room barefoot, quietly shut the door behind her, and then helped herself to anything of value that was in the living room – a laptop computer, two mobile phones, a Bluetooth speaker and whatever change was lying around – all of which had belonged to Jeff and his wife. She did leave her flip flops behind, but she had not taken anything of Simon’s. As cruel as this twist of fate was I couldn’t help but find it funny. The sheer injustice of it was just laden with irony. Simon should never have taken anyone back to the apartment without Jeff’s permission, let alone a complete stranger who he had literally picked up off the street; an apparently vulnerable, drunken stranger who he was for all intent and purposes taking complete advantage of. Yet, for Simon’s sins, Jeff had been robbed. However, my amusement soon turned to sympathy for Jeff when he told me that his laptop contained all of his personal photos on the hard drive. Mainly pictures from his wedding and family photos with his wife and daughter. This was a really bitter pill for him to swallow.
Was there any real divine justice in this world? Poor Jeff had done nothing but provided a room to a fellow expat. For that he had become the victim of his lodger’s unscrupulous behavior. And whilst he had not only confiscated Simon’s phone, but also his laptop, the monetary losses he had suffered were inconsequential in comparison to the personal loss of all those photographic memories. Almost every visual momento that he had captured of his only child growing up from birth was gone. It must have been devastating for the man. And I now recognised that casual yet serious demeanor to be the look of vacant despair; there was just no way he was ever going to get any of those memories back. And all because his lodger wanted to get laid. There was even a further bitter irony, because when I had first met Jeff to view his apartments, of the many things that we had talked about, the subject of technology and backing up data had come up. Jeff had dismissed the idea saying, “I don’t know anything about technology, but it’s no problem because I have all my photos on Facebook”. That thought must have been one of many going through his head that day. That and the fact that he was also out of pocket, which was the primary reason he wanted to talk to me.
I was now sure that Jeff desperately needed someone to move into one of his apartments. He even alluded to the idea that he might accept Simon back, but that was unlikely. He had understandably lost his temper with Simon after discovering the robbery, and although Simon had agreed to compensate him for his financial loss, they had parted on pretty bad terms. Despite pressing me on the matter, I couldn’t let Jeff know that I had been in contact with Simon, and I certainly didn’t want to let him know that we had been out together the previous night discussing sharing a place together. Whilst I sincerely sympathised with his situation, it wasn’t my problem. Why hadn’t he taken a copy of Simon’s passport, or at least a deposit? Jeff’s excuse was that he was a trustworthy man who saw the best in people. However, from the little that I knew of him, I suspected he was just a little gullible and foolish, and probably too eager to take Simon’s money rather than making sure the man he was going to share his family home with his wife and child was trustworthy. Making decisions in times of desperation is always a risky business.
I had no help to offer Jeff. I couldn’t give him a definite confirmation regarding his place, although I wasn’t completely ruling it out. I also couldn’t shed any light on the whereabouts of Simon, which in truth, I didn’t know. All I could do is offer my sincerest sympathies for his predicament. I myself still had nothing absolutely confirmed regarding my own living situation, which one way or another needed to be resolved in the next week.