Naar asked us to wait. I didn't know what was in his head, but looking at the knife he had prepared I was sure it wasn't a plan to discuss with someone or ask permission politely. A few moments later I heard the door being opened. His voice was so heartbreaking. Like two pieces of iron clashing against each other, as I thought that maybe the door was very heavy.
"Wait here!"
He walked out cautiously, while the whistling I could still hear. Echoed in the room also in the hallway that was in front of me and Manji waiting Naar. Me and Manji, both of us could only silently guess in my head what Naar was really planning. In less than ten minutes, the door to my room was knocked softly.
"Come on!"
