"I had time to rescue two items from my burning house," recalls Adi. "The television and the motorbike."
"There was no water in the kettle and the person had fallen asleep. They weren't taking care. It only took 15 minutes for the kettle to become an inferno. We lost everything."
Bouncing on his knee, Adi's son chimes, "Mandi! Mandi!", asking for a bath. Onlookers watch from the open door as we sip sweet tea. "The show must go on," Adi smiles, leaning back against the wall.
Adi's two-year old daughter crawls across the floor, her bottom bloated in diapers. She is playing with a half-eaten cracker and a plastic cigarette lighter.
"There'll be another fire," I nod towards the lighter.
"Don't play with the lighter," admonishes Adi. But his daughter doesn't relinquish her toy, and the onlookers beam with indulgence.
Adi's uncle is a mason and has come from Solo, central Java, to help. "These guys really like to smoke," comments Ari as we pass the barefooted labourers.
"Well, if you're ever bored, come back and visit!" says Adi, an indication that this tour is now over.