A Black Friday For The Skipper

It was supposed to be the D-day for CheOm. We all believed so. He was challenged to a street fight by a silat exponent from Kampung Seberang and to everyone’s surprise he willingly accepted the challenge. His action soon became the focal point of discussion in The Malay Reserve Land. Close family members reasoned with him on his course of action, to which he strongly admitted that his credibility was at stake and he should not retreat. He explained what really transpired between him and his abuser that he resorted to the course of action. Although most of his close associates and the kampong folks willfully adored him for his bravely, but at the same time they also despised him for his astounding act.

They labeled him as a thickheaded bloke unmindful of the consequences. The fight could turn ugly, and he could be seriously injured or being killed.

Father was upset right on the onset, worried a tragedy would be felled the family. Father most regretted CheOm’s stance to confront a silat exponent for the street fight. Father knew too well that Che’Om was not a fighter, as what most people thought he was. He was just a boaster, a showoff, like to brag on himself. Above all he was a harmless and a loving individual.

Father promised the family that he would at the utmost try to negate the untoward incident by whatever means he could. Mother was worried at the course of action father would undertake, for mother knew too well father’s obstinacy. Mother pleaded that father should not get involved with other people’s business. But father think otherwise. CheOm was a close relative, as well his childhood buddy. In times of troubles CheOm needed all the support from those around him, especially from his relatives and close friends. To that father thought he was duty bound to help whatever he could. The Bugis decent has been known to protect each other in time of needs.

Father reasoned; that person was an outsider. He was arrogant. His horrendous bullying act was most despicable. That type of character had no right to be in our midst. According to father, the challenged fight was only the beginning (the tip of the iceberg). He believed that there was an agenda to it. According to father, there was this well known Maha Guru from Jawa Tegah, Indonesia responsible for the security and the safety of most in Kampung Seberang during the height of the bloody Bintang Tiga rule. He had since returned back to his homeland, leaving a vacuum in the silat hierichy of Kampung Seberang. A Maha Guru was a man of honor, commanded a supreme position and respected by various communities. After he left, the title aspired most of his protégé. The aspirants competing for the honor created splinter group among them. Some resort to bullying tactics to garner new followers, while others indulged using force spreading their influences to the neighboring communities. Father knew, CheOm’s challenger, was one of the aspirants from Kampong Seberang. He was looking for a scrape goat targeting new influence from the Malay Reserve Land.

To most CheOm was a goodhearted person. He was one of the kinds that easily befriended anyone, despite the different in age or status. As he was a generous contributor he was elected as the patron of our village Silat Group. The recognition landed him into trouble.

To begin with, the news of the newly formed Silat Group in our village had reached Kampung Seberang. It gave ideas to this particular silat aspirant. He came to town to harass the new silat leader. He found CheOm.

One fine afternoon while CheOm was having coffee at Pakcik Harun’s Coffee Shop by the pier, this person, for unknown reason insulted him and challenged him to a fight. In jest CheOm told him off, saying that he would only accept a challenge to a fight for a reason. To that the person resigned, but still hang around the Coffee Shop.

CheOm was delighted on the recourse. He called for a round of Kopi O, and started to brag about his skill in shining his leather shoes, using his secret portion of lime mixed with Kiwi Shoe Polish and his own saliva. Jokingly he claimed that his pair of shoes would have a lasting shine, and could at any time be used as a mirror. With that he raised his feet high for others to view, at the same time offering his drinking colleagues to use it as a mirror. However his act was short lived. Unfazed his adversary took the opportunity again to challenge him for a second time. He kicked CheOm’s feet and vigorously stepped on his shining shoes. CheOm quick to retort that it was a childish act. If the so called silat exponent wanted a fight, he should be brave enough to step on his songkok instead. To this the man grabbed CheOm’s songkok and threw it to the ground.

“I dare you, step on it,” CheOm dared the man. “I will if you don’t fight me,” replied the man, for he knew that CheOm was no match for him, but winning the fight meant a lot for his influence in the Malay Reserved Land.

CheOm accepted the challenge.

The time was fixed for the showdown – the following Friday afternoon. The venue was at Kedai Luar by the pier at an open space near the bus stand. The news spread like wild fire. Supporters from the Malay Reserve Land turn out in droves. Never the local mosque overflowed for the day’s Friday noon prayer. Father forbid me to go to town that afternoon. He had me confined to the house under close supervision of mother and my elder sister. Father convinced mother that our kampong folks would be ready to support CheOm, if the fight went out of hand. Secretly I saw father, took along his ‘tumbuk lada’ a small dagger used to be carried in person those days for personal safety. We all respected father’s decision and prayed that no untoward incident be felled him.

So that was what it was.

To our delight, father came back late that night unhurt. Actually there was no fight. After a verbal face-off both parties decided to settled their grouses on the advice of the local OCS ( Officer Incharge Of Police Station). The feud ended with a ‘Majlis Berdamai’ over nasi kunyit and coffee at Harun’s Coffee Shop.

Although the onlookers and supporters from both sides were not happy on the onset as they missed an interesting bout, they were also scared of the police actions as warned earlier by Sargent Mat Dom.

The tide was low for the last boat trip to Kampung Seberang that evening. Nabun the skipper was impatiently waiting at the end of the jetty to ferry those supporters from across river.

And while all the disappointed supporters were walking down the jetty ‘gangway’ into the boat, in jest Nabun poke fun at them by saying:“Masa datang tadi semua garang macam harimau. Masa balik semua tunduk macam pengecut.” (On arrival all looked fierce like tigers, now all lame like losers.)

Nabun’s comment offended one of the over zealous supporter. He gave a hard punch on Nabun’s chest. Nabun staggered and dropped some 30 feet down the jetty. He was stuck into the muddy river bed. Nabun had to be hauled up by using a long rope to the amusement all those along the pier.

It was a black Friday for Nabun the skipper.