Against The Grain

There was loud knocking on the door, like that of some angry and impatient person… A presentiment made him whisper to Sulastri, “It may be the police. Get dressed.” She understood and nodded, her heart pounding. Sudarmo opened the door, and before it was fully opened a very tall Dutchman pushed his way in and sneeringly introduced himself. “Good morning, my arrival is disturbi…