IT was getting late that Friday night two weeks ago but the old, grey-colored house at Jl. Bali 28 in Blitar, East Java was still crowded with people. Painted dark red, the door to the front room was wide open and electric light, still burning, spilled out. Faded pink curtains billowed gently, blown by cold winds from Mt. Kelud. Hajah Habibah, the wife of the late Lt. 1st Class Sukotjo, sat in her neatly arranged sitting room, appointed plea