The two of them jumped out of the chopper, and a uniformed officer awaited them on the lawn. "Welcome to the Istana al Noor," he said as he led them toward a humongous white palace that resembled a wedding cake. Entering through the front doors, Oliver and Kitty found themselves in a vast reception hall with nine gigantic pyramidal chandeliers that descended from the coffered gold-leafed ceiling like upside-down versions of the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree.
"This is her little crash pad?" Kitty remarked.
"Oh, you have no idea, Kitty. Her home in Perawak is twice the size of Buckingham Palace."
They were shown into the drawing room, which had dramatic black marble floors and walls painted in a shimmering crimson hue. The space was filled with priceless Peranakan gilded wood antiques mixed with fantastical Claude Lalanne bronze furniture. Facing them was a vibrant pink-and-yellow triptych of Andy Warhol paintings depicting the Dowager Sultana in her younger days. "Wow, this was not what I was expecting," Kitty said, clearly in awe of her surroundings.
"Yes, the Dowager Sultana was definitely a hell-raiser back in the seventies," Oliver noted as they both sat down on a backless velvet settee. Next to the settee was a round Lalanne table laden with gold-framed photographs of the sultana posing with famous personages. Kitty peered at the pictures, recognizing the Queen of England, Pope John Paul II, Barack and Michelle Obama, Indira Gandhi, and a woman with an enormous pile of blond hair.
"Who is that blond woman? She looks so familiar. Is she some queen?" Kitty asked.
Oliver squinted at the picture and then let out a quick laugh. "No, but she is adored by many queens. That's Dolly Parton."
"Ah," Kitty said. Suddenly the double doors opened, and two honor guards in full-dress uniform entered. Flanking the doorway, they clicked their heels at attention and tapped the base of their long bayonets on the marble floor twice in unison. "We need to stand, Kitty," Oliver suggested. Kitty quickly stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles on the front of her ankle-length Roksanda skirt and then adjusting her posture.
The guard on the right side shouted sternly, "Sama-sama, maju kehadapan! Pandai cari pelajaran!" They tapped their bayonets on the floor again, as the sultana swept into the room in a flaming violet silk kebaya, followed by four attendants. Her head was covered in a matching violet, blue, and white headscarf, and she resembled Queen Mary, covered in precious jewels from the waist up. Pinned in the middle of her hijab right above her forehead was an enormous sunburst diamond brooch with a forty-five-carat pink diamond in the center. On her ears were a pair of diamond-and-pearl girandole earrings, and around her neck were what appeared to be ten or twelve heaping necklaces of nothing but diamonds, diamonds, and more diamonds.
Kitty's jaw hung open at the sight of this Queen Mother ablaze in diamonds and she dropped to a curtsy so deep, Oliver thought she was doing the limbo. Oliver bowed smartly.
"Oliver T'sien, what a pleasure!"
"The pleasure is all mine, ma'am. May I humbly present Mrs. Kitty Bing of Shanghai, Los Angeles, and Singapore."
"It's an honor to be in your beautiful country, Your Majesty," Kitty blurted out nervously, before remembering that she wasn't supposed to speak first.
The Dowager Sultana pursed her lips and stared at Kitty for a brief moment, saying nothing. She sat down on a throne-like Bergère chair, and Oliver and Kitty took their seats again. An army of maids entered the room bearing gold-lacquered platters filled with Malay desserts and steaming pots of tea.
As the maids began serving tea to everyone, the Dowager Sultana smiled at Oliver. "Come, don't be shy! I know how much you love ondeh ondeh."
"You know me too well," Oliver said, helping himself to one of the bright green rice-cake balls stuffed with palm sugar and rolled in grated coconut.
"Now, what brings you to this neck of the woods today?"
"Well, Kitty has recently become enchanted with Malaysia, so since we were in town, I thought it only fitting that she meet this country's greatest living legend."
The Dowager Sultana beamed. "Oh Oliver, you make me sound like a fossil! Tell me, child, what do you like about my country?"
Kitty stared at the sultana blankly. Until today, she had never set foot on Malay soil and didn't know a thing about the country. "Er … well … I love the people most of all, Your Majesty. So warm and … hardworking," Kitty said, thinking of the half a dozen or so Malay maids that worked at Cluny Park Road.