Earlier
Masud sat languidly in the chair opposite to Raoul and Lyana, the only sign of life he was showing was his ever shifting eyes which appeared to be in a hurry to absorb every sight. Raoul had always found it annoying, but today when he wanted to reach the matter's crux he found it infuriating. Lyana could sense the unease in Raoul.
To lighten the situation, she asked if Masud would like to have something and as soon as the words were out, she regretted saying them, knowing that Masud could never turn down a freebie even if it was the need of the hour.
Masud ordered for nasi goreng istimewa, fried rice served with lightly fried egg, cucumber slices and kerupuk along with a cup of regular coffee (Lyana thought it was a strange combination for the hour). As soon as the dish arrived he dug into it with large spoonfuls.
Raoul found it difficult to control himself any longer, slamming the table loud enough for it to rattle, he asked Masud if he knew anything about the robbery at the Museum. Masud looked at Raoul, blinking his eyes, all colour draining from his face. Masud was never a pleasing face to look at, with the colour gone, he appeared corpse-like, choking on his food. He reached for the glass of water midst the sputtering. Raoul reiterated his question to Masud.
Masud sat languidly in the chair opposite to Raoul and Lyana, the only sign of life he was showing was his ever shifting eyes which appeared to be in a hurry to absorb every sight. Raoul had always found it annoying, but today when he wanted to reach the matter's crux he found it infuriating. Lyana could sense the unease in Raoul.
To lighten the situation, she asked if Masud would like to have something and as soon as the words were out, she regretted saying them, knowing that Masud could never turn down a freebie even if it was the need of the hour.
Masud ordered for nasi goreng istimewa, fried rice served with lightly fried egg, cucumber slices and kerupuk along with a cup of regular coffee (Lyana thought it was a strange combination for the hour). As soon as the dish arrived he dug into it with large spoonfuls.
Raoul found it difficult to control himself any longer, slamming the table loud enough for it to rattle, he asked Masud if he knew anything about the robbery at the Museum. Masud looked at Raoul, blinking his eyes, all colour draining from his face. Masud was never a pleasing face to look at, with the colour gone, he appeared corpse-like, choking on his food. He reached for the glass of water midst the sputtering. Raoul reiterated his question to Masud.
Masud told Raoul that he was not sure as to what he was talking about. Raoul lunged forward, covering the small table in one small movement and said, "I am asking this one last time. Don't force me to call the cops and turn you over to them. Might just put some sense into your brain."
Masud looked placidly at him, slowly chewing on the food in his mouth, all the while reminding Raoul of a cud-chewing cow. He said agonizingly slowly, "Alright, I might just know something about what you are talking. And, no, I was not directly involved. Yes, I did borrow sis's car. Had given to a couple of buddies for a few hours. Them might have been the ones you are talking about."
Raoul felt like wringing his neck with his bare hands, may be that would make him speak faster and more intelligent. To think, he had been a student at the best university at one time.
Masud looked placidly at him, slowly chewing on the food in his mouth, all the while reminding Raoul of a cud-chewing cow. He said agonizingly slowly, "Alright, I might just know something about what you are talking. And, no, I was not directly involved. Yes, I did borrow sis's car. Had given to a couple of buddies for a few hours. Them might have been the ones you are talking about."
Raoul felt like wringing his neck with his bare hands, may be that would make him speak faster and more intelligent. To think, he had been a student at the best university at one time.
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