Dewi wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, took a breath, and began to type.
“He’s typing,” whispered Rani, the one with glasses and the authority of the class secretary. siswi sma
The warung fell silent except for the rain. Dewi held her breath. Rani clutched her jilbab at the chest. Sinta calmly tore a piece of kerupuk in half. Dewi wiped her eyes with the back of
Dewi lifted her head, eyes glistening. “Why mango juice?” took a breath