Description

When both of the guests from the Philippines went to the guest room after drinking coffee in this villa made on the sea coast outside the Dublin city, the owner of the villa picked up his mobile and reclined on the sofa. It was 2 a.m. Though he knew very well that no voice went outside of this room, still he was talking in a muffled voice on the phone. The owner’s name was John Altamash. From the other side suddenly came a loud laugh. Such was the crispiness that it felt like many instruments had started playing at once in this deserted night. He became alert and abruptly looked from his feet to the waist. Then after getting assured, he put the phone next to his ear. It wasn’t a video call, he thought and remained in the reclining position. Now more than the astonishment, he felt joy. He thought of not letting the time pass.