“That would be much better. What’s the use of being a civil servant!” Suryono scoffed.
Idris sat very still by the window of his bedroom. He had been sitting like this for the last quarter-hour. He’d just had a quarrel with Dahlia. He had been suppressing his feelings about his wife too long. Vile thoughts and suspicions kept haunting him. He saw her constantly acquiring more and more things she couldn’t possibly afford on his earnings as an inspector of education: expensive batik cloths, beautiful jackets, not to mention gold jewelry with precious stones, perfumes, and other luxurious items.
That afternoon when he got back from the office he could contain himself no longer. It was not finding her home that triggered everything off. It was only after he had finished his meal that Dahlia
