The knock on the door came again, and again.
The way the knock had come hinted at how civilized the person was. Three light cautious soft taps on the door still managed to slice through the silence of the night.
Rino remained still.
His heartbeat, which raced moments ago from reaching the climax with Dalia, now thudded with alert.
Against his chest, Dalia remained still as well.
They waited for another while, but another knock didn't come.
Instead, Rino heard the shuffle of feet and then the clink of the doorknob being whirled from the other side.
He almost got up from the bed, his instinct screaming at him to gather his pants and singlet which lay strewn carelessly on the floor, as well as Dalia's gown.
But on second thought, he stopped.
No, he declined his instinct's suggestion.
He was not going to rush himself into a panic.
Whatever happened in this room he occupied, this night was none of the business of anyone. It was his business. His alone.
