Aisha slapped her palm against her forehead. Raka had hidden in the wrong cabinet.
"RAKA! What are you doing in my Tupperware drawer?!"
Her mother squinted. "And why is there a man's sneaker under the TV console?" Jilbab Nekat Ngewe Di Ruang Tamu16-24 Min
Aisha looked at the front door. Her parents were at a wedding across town. Traffic was bad because of the rain. They had exactly forty-five minutes. Forty-five minutes of freedom in the house that had always felt like a museum.
Aisha and Raka exchanged a look. A secret smile. Aisha slapped her palm against her forehead
"Yes, we do," she said, her voice sharper than she intended. "I'm tired of hiding. Not us . Me. I'm tired of hiding me ."
She heard her mother scream—not a terrified scream, but an annoyed one. What are you doing in my Tupperware drawer
"Hide in the kitchen pantry!" she whispered frantically.
Her mother walked in, smelling of jasmine rice and rain. Her father was behind her, loosening his tie.
Her mother rolled her eyes and walked toward the kitchen to investigate. Aisha held her breath.