KISAH Futures Anthology
vulnerable flitted through his brain, but never settled, allowing him to do what he did without ever having to actually face it. Suddenly the phone rang, shrill and angry (like Rozana, he thought). He picked up the phone, annoyed to discover he was nervous. “What?” “Encik Din, your visitors are here,” announced Rozana’s clipped voice. Alamak, he thought. “Five minutes, five minutes.” He put down the phone and took a deep breath.
My god, that man was so stupid he couldn’t even put a phone back properly. She’d been trying to call him to let him know that the visitors wanted to see him immediately, but all she could hear was the sound of him rustling about. Probably eating another currypuff, she thought sourly.
The foreigners kept nodding and smiling at him with their big white teeth, the lights shining off their slicked-back hair. “These just arrived today,” he said, pointing to their last stop, a cell with five adolescents. The visitors broke into a flurry of enthusiastic head-bobbing and smiling once their translator finished speaking.
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