July
Raden Kaslan, director of the Bumi Ayu Corporation and member of the Indonesia Party, closed the door of his office in his home and turned to his visitor, Husin Limbara, party chairman. “There! Now we can have some privacy. Please sit down.”
Husin Limbara sat down in a dark brown leather armchair and leaned back comfortably. “Oh, my shoulder still hurts. None of the doctors seem to be able to cure it.”
Raden Kaslan picked up the cigar box from his table, mumbled something in sympathy about Husin Limbara’s shoulder trouble, and, as his visitor helped himself to a Triple Five cigarette, Raden Kaslan held up to his cigar a silver lighter made by the Yogya silverworks.
Husin Limbara inhaled deeply, puffed the smoke slowly, his eyes steadily fixed on the face of his host. For a moment
