Tiger Cage
The woman, Indri Mauliya, sat with her legs crossed that looked smooth. Her skirt fell to her knees, the milk-brown blazer cradled her small arms. One of the things that stood out from the woman was her lips. It wasn't that her lips were weirdly shaped or anything, it was just that she was wearing bright red lipstick.
Ever since Lisa stepped into Indri's room, she felt like she had entered a tiger's cage.
"You—" Indri scanned Lisa from the top of her head to her feet which were adorned by white high heels. A mocking smile appeared on her face as she continued, "You're Lisa Soewandi, right?"
If it were another woman who gazed at her this way, or worse, gave her a mocking smile, it was certain that the woman would finish them off. But this is Indri Mauliya, a woman who has a firm and cold aura who's able to silence Lisa even before she reacts. Her tongue instantly felt heavy and she had forgotten how to speak good and clear Indonesian.